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Baby Riddle Poems

These Baby Riddle poems are examples of Riddle poems about Baby. These are the best examples of Riddle Baby poems written by international poets.


The Riddle of Shiny Helen
Love hearts and scabby knees.
Dead flies and stinging bees.
Dirty nails and sweaty lips.
Fishnets with ragged slips.
Eyeholes in a hessian sack.
Pimples on a tattooed back.
Toys that...

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Categories: riddle, abuse, character, hurt, identity,



Saint Chemo's Fire - Specimens 1 and 2
Sarcomas hatch like caviar
in St. Jude chemo-fire inversions,
where leviathans lay magnetars
to suck the blood of
virgins.

Their celestial suckers nurse their mothers
through quantum-dot tunnels, converging
what little life...

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© Ray Ortiz  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: riddle, art, cancer, child, dark,

Premium Member Reading
Raising up an old book                    ...

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Categories: adventure, books, humor, riddle,

Before She Was Born
Second sight in some infants, short tenure belies
Unbiased newness unpicks societal manufacture
To passers by, lurking spiritual assets recognisable
Pervading expression classifies their clairvoyance

Such was toddling dandelion...

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Categories: riddle, baby, child, confusion, fantasy,

The Woman With the Whiskey Bottle As Her Tombstone
Learning to distinguish between and having a compassion for-silence that protects pain and silence that protects injustice has been a difficult important lesson-Julie Buckner Armstrong
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© Pippi B.  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: death, murder, riddle,



Premium Member Who Am I
Regina Riddle is 48
She’s been married – twice
Her first marriage lasted 23 years
And gave her heart some lasting fears
She’s struggled through some tender moments
And found...

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Categories: poets, riddle,

The Gym
Anguish,

fear, 

infidelity, 

caution,

heroism, 

exoneration-

death, 

discovery, 

attitude, 

angle...

Here I come,
angle your beast,

here I am on the run,

peddling with the mean-

I don’t need to hear words,

I can...

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Categories: riddle, art, desire, earth, flying,


Book: Shattered Sighs