Riddles Poems

Puzzles vs Riddles

     A puzzle’s like a riddle 
       You hope to be surprised

     But to solve a real-good riddle
       I often close my eyes

The Art of Not Understanding Everything

Like moonlight on water, truth shimmers and bends,
Each question I grasp at immediately ends
In riddles more complex than those that came first—
Some thirsts remain burning, though water is cursed.

"If I drank, I'd die—if I didn't, I'd still die..."
These dilemmas remain as the years shuffle by.
I reach for you in crowded rooms, find only air,
The stars

Riddles of the Mind

What is seldom heard but never believed?

What is constantly heard and always believed?

What is not real but is everywhere you look?

What is not there but felt by many?

What cannot be held but many can possess?

What is created in the darkness but hides in the light?

What is born of shadow and fire but rebirth freedom? 

What

Riddles on Brambled Path

Written: January 24, 2025 For contest Sponsored by: Brian Strand 
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In the galumph of morning breath 
a chandelier of dew, 
Barely inching through the cobwebs  
dreams hammock in gleaming light 
A jaded heart

Ridiculous Riddles Trimeric

Rip currents of ridiculous riddles
wet the chops of ink and parchment;
A poet enjoys tea and berry jam-tarts,
her pen tremors ‘We’re all mad here.’

Wet the chops of ink and parchment,
visit the tempestuous Queen of Hearts;
Feed your mind, milk her rose garden;

A poet enjoys tea and berry jam-tarts
drifting off into a golden afternoon;
Teaspoons paddle a sea of

Checkmate You Lose

Do you tremble,
as the monstrous cadence,
of the rhinoceros' stride reverberates,
like the buffalo's onslaught?

Vipers at the water's edge,
darting hither and thither,
not above but beneath the surface,
their sinuous silhouettes fabric of nightmares, tearing sinew from skeleton,
swifter than their colossal marine brethren.

It carries weight,
this significance,
but how burdensome,
must it be to crane necks heavenward,
rather than cast them into the

Riddles

Riddles
Riddle me this Batman:
what is the middle of a fat man?
Is there anything clean
about a garbage can?
If two can dance
can Toucan Sam?
Is beige the same as ecru or tan?
Why
-does it come between ex and zee?
Is the alphabet
a good bet,
or is beta better?
Are you meant to sweat
when you wear a sweater?
Or for that matter
pant in pants?
Or

THE RIDDLES ANSWER

I CANT BREATH I TRY BUT IT IS RIPPED FROM MY LUNGS
   I CANT BELIEVE THE WORLD HAS FALLEN SO FAR TO BECOME
   THE DARKEST PLACE TO BE LIKE IT WAS BORN OF DEATH SONGS
   I WOULD CHOOSE NOT TO SEE BUT BEING BLIND OF THE PROBLEM WOULD 

Rids of Ridic Riddles

RIDS OF RIDIC RIDDLES
 
Delusional convo with the inanimates;
February bragged none of us is his mate
¹and asked, "What month of the year has 28 days?"
-"All of them." I replied with a smirk on my face.
Walls 'ave ears wit' handwriting on the wall,
reading aloud what I heard and saw
as I walk into a room that contains

Letting Go

forever entangled in your word riddles
cross-checking the depth of it all
meaning to leave it behind 
for I know when it revealed your cards
things are spiral
hinting the inside insanity 
far along the gameplay 
your prayers and charms failing through
on my way making it past you
to unveil the love I deserve
and painting butterflies wherever 
found my thoughts

Riddles

riddles
            in your head 
            hold like saddles
            reins as you move ahead
         

Speaking of Riddles - Here's One

Fellow travelers, an itch I'd like to scratch with you:
  'His corpse was riddled with bullets' is a real head-scratcher.
Does it imply that either the corpse or the bullets were body-snatchers?

I know. I know. I'm supposed to picture lots of bullet holes in his corpse. 
  But why 'riddled?' What's the puzzle here?
I

Ripples of Riddles

Wasted 
on intellect,
ripples of riddles break 
on the analytical mind 
dreaming.

Riddles On the Wind

in the desolate
          solitary hours
    when fear trickles down my spine

  time is my jailor
    closing me behind its doors
              isolating my heartbeats
   

Said the Chipmunk To the Hawk

Said the Chipmunk to the Hawk

Said scared, little, tail-striped chipmunk to red-tailed hawk,
“I am hidden over there where you will not find me.”

Said hawk in a swoop to another branch, “Jiggle that
tail again, so I’ll dive and sweep you off to heaven!”

Crouching as flat to the earth as she could be, chip- 
munk  said,

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