Riddle Poems | Examples of Riddle Poetry

What gave me away? Was it my sway? Or my long limber limbs Like glasses with broken rims? Oh sure, wind has its way with me, But broken or uprooted, I’ll never be. Neither short, not tall, could be my description. My strength and elasticity, a better depiction. Cry me a river is your first hint, And for a second; I’m easily bent. Not a...

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This may seem lame. Let’s make it a game. I’ll give you a clue. You try to guess who. Proceeding my entrance by just a short while, Is often the presence or hint of a smile. Used sometimes by women, more often by men, Often, I start as a quaint little grin. I can also be hardy, and sometimes quite loud, And often...

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The notion of performance Isn't the trait of nature The notion of performance Doesn't belong to nature What differs machine and science We will find out with no razor The notion of performance Isn't the trait of nature Logic and sense reforming We do understand the danger The sharp edge with minimal factors Encompass does not complexities Black or the white your judgement Versus makes truth...

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. i do ...

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. they were green ...

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If all goes well airlines will sell seats by the pound the less you weigh the less you pay to fly the world around and yet if a commercial Russian airliner jet unfortunately crashed into the sea would there be Aeroflotsam on the ocean fragmented and floating free? It's a riddle inside a mystery wrapped in an enema from 1939 Soviet Union history. ...

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Sixteen sailors strode into a pub, Then a group of them left to get some grub. Those who remained got into a fight, With some locals who drank there every night. Although the sailors did outnumber, The locals (who were also dumber) Two sailors shy of a ratio of two-to-one, They (the sailors) had lost and the locals had won. But then exactly...

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. if'n yuh wanna see mine bright ...

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I remember what I am. So do they. Cognitive dissonance, Keeps them at bay. Illusions tend to Bind with lies. Look with your ears, Not with your eyes. Listen to your words, What do they say? They might just set you On your path today. Your soul's purpose Is hard to find. Think with your heart, Not with your mind. Pain helps us Find our way. Don’t hold tight, Lest it lead you astray. Two...

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It was in the morning When I heard him snoring Like loud like a lion He who falls from my eyes Every sense feeling nonsense Early lights in goosebumps Served myself a red riddle Leaving me tortured and energetic Shooting my lungs to no air My kidneys helped me breathe Each cough counting complaints In a peaceful war against the...

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gaslighting - she is inflammable...

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Why so many syllables to describe one, love? Why so many pages of poetry, when often a simple hug will do? Love is always right, always true – see, the ones have it! Two hearts dedicated as one....

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In an old-time real-book-with-pages feel in his day, Robert Louis Stevenson wrote 'Treasure Island', in his own inimitable way, and tho' I know I may be wrong, he could not have been pulling Long John Silver's leg, as John would not have had a leg to stand on, for, with his crutch (plus parrot), and I quote, 'He had still a foot...

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some twist to the east for avoiding that thick mist some twist to the west...

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The wind like time Does not beg permission It does not pause for longing hands It moves illusively disappearing Coming and going Weaving the strands of tomorrow into fleeting dreams transcended From the bones of yesterday It waits unseen in silent stillness mummering with mystery charging into an array of constant cycles of energy Touching everything In its river of drifting sighs and huffing gusts Its anger devours with Screeching...

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