Seasons Riddle Poems

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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A long time has passed while these spectacular seasons 
continue to renew themselves unlikely dormant awareness;       
images of the...

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If I die in autumn,
I will be dry leaves
flying in time...
If I die in the summer,
everyone will feel that
I enjoyed well
the temperature...
if in winter,
I will...

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It’s a tryingly featured world to be in,
In which every restless heart minds 
Pleasant principal affairs of its own;
Where spurned soul no solace finds. 

It’s...

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It is not commonly considered 
perhaps because it teases the mind. 
I am old now and seasons-withered 
yet ‘tis still a mystery I can’t unwind....

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A Wooden Riddle

I walk through walls, 
but I'm not dead. 
(as they are unfinished) 
I try to keep the plans, 
locked in my head. 
From...

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Mumbo gumbo's

blind faith

deepening cynicism

in metaphorical

meaninglessness

of judicious social

twaddle's protocol,

they ask, “have you

found Jesus yet??”

'I hadn't a figgy scooby doo

he was lost...'

nothing happens

for a reason

aside from the...

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Pain brings some pleasure 
There is light in the darkness
Pressure makes diamonds...

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Truths Spoken

Date: Fri, Dec 18 2015 at 8:40 PM

Meditating in Solomons Temple
Studying To Attract Wisdom
Studied Hieroglyphics In Egypt's Pyramids
I'm A Realist Not A Conspiracist
Dont believe...

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I have cried those violent prayers
hurled them, venom filled, cursing
all the powers that be - but aren’t.
Seething in the roiling pit of rage
alone amid the...

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Standing upon a bubble spinning atop this ledge
It's edge arriving and her full circles riddle confetti..
Pages hours days seasons years; peering, into the wasteland
Of time...

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When you seek me, I’m not there
When you wish me gone, I’m everywhere
I am weightless but surprisingly quite measurable
I am promising, alluring, yet may be...

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what i am

Who am i .

Yes , is that not the question

The one that gets us thinking .

Complex it is, but easily weighed,

simply said but...

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in my nightmare the lights cut
asked a question of wether or not
we dream the realities we are destined and doomed to live
sweeping under the truth...

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I siphoned you, from off the pale skin of the pool
pollen thin and yellow dust,
sweet gone by and ready to slip to soil
hindered by chlorine
and...

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