Mystery Riddle Poems

Frankly, he was a man
Though not very tall,
His voice made him seem
Very big to us all ...

He could be an actor
He could even dance,
With a...

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When songs of joy are sung, deep and full-throated,
     Gay lines of cheer blissfully oft' may spring;
but songs sung happily hide...

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In autumn's dance, where secrets gently creep,

A mystery entwined with fading light,

Life's questions in the depths of shadows seep.

 

Each leaf that falls, a story...

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Not once did I fall,
but countless.
Words shaking,
fearing the tender,
touch of clouded mystery.
Should the mind's waters,
spill from the glass,
to whom will it fall,
the good or the...

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The lighthouse blinks with candour
Invites the close of the day
The merging with the shore of creation
The night at the end of the bay
The darkening pools...

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A conundrum
To explore,
Why is less
So often more?...

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Most all have known me, a few know me well.
Ask people about me, here’s what they’d tell.
Sometimes when happy or sad I appear.
Here’s who I...

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Fed but little, I have still written much,
Not bound to some code or a stale cliche.
My poetry springs from organic touch.
How odd - for 'tisn't...

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This land of entitlement 
entertainment and enterprise 
lost burnt broken...despised 
skeletal structures reaching 
griping 
clutching 
scraping this infernal sky!

Arcane factories sit on horizons 
haunted like...

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Life is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, A fleeting moment of joy and misery.

It's a journey we take, without a map, Navigating through trials,...

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“Flipping the Bluebirds” 

There’s no point playing
Norwegian Wood
when your keyboard’s 
like a gun calling  

murdering 
all your darlings 
for other meaningful
glories

lavender doesn’t sit well
when...

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Morning memoriams
Mid day malaise
High noon hypothesis
Sunshine solutions
Half moon hempherics
Evening epitaphs
Nightmare puratory
Dawn desires dead
M.        m,....

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I walk amongst you
    feisty, ornery
  yet surprisingly disciplined too

  Despite my name, I have no wings
   ...

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No longer on maps
    the Fertile Crescent ~
       must have been pre-pubescent...

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Within a night, a simple crop field has been transformed into a  magnificent work of art, the overnight cryptic formations capture the attention of...

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