#riddle poems on Hello Poetry

Kayla Prescott May 2017

I am six letters long.
I am the enemy you carry everyday,
I am the friend you greet every morning and every night.
I am the one that remains stuck in your thoughts,
making you wonder if you speak the language that you think in.
I am the time on your biological clock,
Tick-tocking while every passing opportunity knocks.
I am your protector from the unknown,
I am, quite frankly, all you allow yourself to know.
What am I?
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I am Regret

I apologize if this is inadequate, I wrote this in a "spur of the moment" writing urge. :)

#regret #riddle #think #time

Timothy hill Mar 2017

Randome riddle

It is of colors on the maple sugar trees.

Tis the day brightened the leafs.

Fall of mystery you two have wit.

Autumn, hazel snow once now gone.

Bird of song do you seek the worm of the day.

Early growth always meets the requirements.

Of a tree holding its own magnificent.

And proof of its very own certificate.

As once new bleachers stood holding hands so intricate.

You two may find life as an alternate.

A pulse of vibrant, and multi level consciousness.

Is what is seemed, going threw paradox-es as you would of a dream.

Thinking of life in a double blink reality like a gently breezes.

Hurricane, of spiritual breath taking care of settlers pairs.

Who the of grand robe address the stations on a granite counter.

Life mystrey, puzzle riddle.

#life #puzzle #riddle

Anthony James Brandy Mar 2017

Captive Bone Bag (A Riddle)

It's a place where I lose myself
A palace, a chateau even
It's where my eyes ache
And I become a heathen

It's a leech, it suctions
To my leg in my left pocket
I defeat its functions
When I cease and lock it

It's a place where migraines spawn
Where I am a wandering fawn
Alone and heartbroken
Waiting for a word to be spoken

But there isn't a single one
Nothing uttered from my tongue
Just a device that becomes
My leader and my god

Its function is to reduce
Me and to produce
A captive bone bag

"what am i?"

#riddle

Anthony James Brandy Mar 2017

My Number Two (A Riddle)

Let me hold you and use you as a tool
With you by my side, I'll take you through school
But that's the least of your functions
Prepositions and conjunctions

You're an adapter that's making me change
The soul that was direct can now engage
As streams of alternating current
Making the seldom the recurrent

"what am i?"

#riddle

D Mar 2017

Riddle 10w

tell me -- what is hard, wet, and red all over?

exploding ovaries can't stop me

#love #funny #him #*** #amazing #shower #riddle #period

Mr Himel Jan 2017

A Riddle Poetry

A boy riding a bicycle was crossing the country border
The border guard stopped him and checked his bag
Found nothing but a bag of salt, guard let him go

Again next day the boy was riding a bicycle
With a bag of salt, the guard let him go again
This same process went on and on, for weeks

One day the guard checked him
To see if it was real salt or drugs
After some test, the guard found out,
That it was simple salt and nothing else

The boy was actually taking away a new bicycle everyday
But the guard has no idea,
Because he was deceived by the bag of salt.

#mystery #puzzle #riddle

Alayna Mae Dec 2016

Friend

I could be your gate, to where you want to go
I am plain-- yet inviting
I am an entry to your favorite sleeping furniture
I am friends with slamming and curse words towards the other side
And I help with masking innocence

#friend #door #riddle

Crimsyy Oct 2016

Save Me

(I want I want I want)

A morning fully complete,
weakened mood,
tears on the bed sheets.

Thoughts of you
should lift me higher,
but quite opposite,
erode my mind.

Thinking in grey
comes as easy
as breathing;
as easy as my shallow breaths
begging to hear gun shots,
but somehow this nightmare,
somehow you are not vile enough
to make me want to leave.

Thinking in technicolor
is a caustic riddle, puzzle
for my migraine to solve
give me back existence,

(My skin my skin my skin)

#depression #want #thoughts #puzzle #morning #existing #riddle

Snehith Kumbla Sep 2016

while you were sleeping

while you were sleeping,
stars stepped out to dance,
trees whistled a tune with the wind,

river shimmered a firefly glow,
sheet of grass blades spread cool,
street mongrels howled a love ballad,

cat clawed a tune on the guitar,
the late Ravi Shankar plucked
divine on his ghostly sitar...

while you were sleeping,
world made a blanket of clouds,
crown of a dozen sunflowers

ii

while you were sleeping
I delved out of this dream
and finally opened my eyes,

saw illusions on angel wings,
mermaids celestially sing of
beauty's imprisoning knots,

dazed world of impossibilities,
eternal bewitchment, disparities,
all afire in new unbiased light,

it is the puzzle that binds you,
not its swab drab culmination,
a loop threading in forever land,

iii

while you were sleeping
I fled the valley, the valley
of hatred, fear, the blind,

while you were sleeping
while you were sleeping
while you were sleeping

#love #life #mystery #beauty #on #woman #illusion #riddle #moveon