I am a man of few words, but many riddles.
quote by Frank Gorshin
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Mr. Riddle
I like riddles,
how about you.
I can say this,
can you too?
I like riddles,
how about you?
colors.
white and black.
you had tack.
I like riddles.
you play the fiddle.
i have a book,
you have a nook.
I like riddles,
how about you?
guess my answer
to your question.
If you don't know
my answer to this riddle,
I'll make you a deal,
But remember,
all deals come with a price.
10/14/12
poem by Regan Galloway
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Riddles And Riddles And More Riddles
the riddles are not getting rid of me
and they keep on multiplying riddles and riddles and riddles
without a hint as to the answer
but i am not at all surprised or frightened or eager to answer each
mystery, i am relaxed and comforted to the idea of
myself:
i am a question without an answer.
everyday i grow and i know not where these tendrils are anchoring themselves.
i go where the wind hushes where i think i may feel better.
i put my feet on the ground and the ground moves like a planet orbiting
its own path within its unknown universe.
i breathe the air to live some days more but what is it that makes me alive?
i am not frightened anymore.
I get used to all these: i do not know. yes, i do not know. but
i am.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Epiphany
Your words to me just a whisper
Your faces so unclear
I try to pay attention
Your words just disappear
'Cause its always raining in my head
Forget all the thing's I should have said
So I speak to you in riddles because
My words get in my way. I smoke the
whole thing to my head and feel it
wash away 'cause i don't take anymore
or this
song performed by by Staind from Break The Cycle
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Idiosyncrasy
Speculation is full of riddles.
Trading is full of problems.
Coveting a woman is full of risk.
Solving the riddles,
Overcoming the problems
And braving the risk
Are the sources of pleasure.
To invent riddles to solve,
To create problems to overcome,
And to assume risk to come through
Are man’s idiosyncrasy-
To create difficulties
For the pleasure of solving them.
23.012.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mister Fix It
I need to be there.
And not subject myself to riddles.
Just be there,
And put to rest...
My need to split!
I...
Need,
To be there!
And not subject myself to riddles.
Or feel I'm in the middle of something misfit!
I need to be there.
And not subject myself to riddles.
Just be there,
And put to rest...
My need to split!
I...
Need,
To be there!
And not subject myself to riddles.
Or feel I'm in the middle of something misfit!
Whenever I am called to play Mister Fix-It...
I need to be there.
To give time to it.
Whenever I am called to play Mister Fix-It...
I need to be there.
To give time to it.
I've never give up on a love,
I could not keep before we split.
It seems as if we've gotten use to getting a bit!
I need to be there.
Never give up on loving it,
Once a week.
Just...
To keep it secret!
B-b-b-be there.
And not subject myself to riddles.
Just be there,
And put to rest...
My need to split!
Just be there,
Whenever I am called to play Fix-It Quick.
I need to be there,
To give time to it.
Just be there,
And not subject myself to riddles.
Or feel I'm in the middle of something misfit!
Whenever I am called to play Mister Fix-It...
I need to be there.
To give time to it.
Just be there,
And not subject myself to riddles.
Just be there,
And not subject myself to riddles.
Or feel I'm in the middle of something misfit!
Whenever I am called to play Fix-It Quick.
I need to be there.
To give time to it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I gotta have you
Her thoughts, to me serve as riddles
Her slightest actions cost me days to think
Oh you are intricate; it's what you do to me!
You leave me hanging, yet your smile kills me.
I need to see her, yes I am in haste!
Every instance we are together is about to be written,
You vanish with no definite reason,
I stand here longing for answers, waiting for you.
I'm afraid of losing you,
Someone like you, in the first place I never really had.
A man of plans will put words into work,
I just got to have you before the worst.
poem by Art Aquino
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Words
Words on this paper
Words in my head
Words while I'm texting
Computing
Unsaid
Words between people
Words on the phone
Words upon words
Even when I'm alone
Words from the Bible
I question
Don't mesh
Words from pornography
Making them flesh
Words with flat letters
Written in black
Good words and bad words
You cannot take back
Words that are shallow
Words that are deep
When they're too many
They put me to sleep
Words that I'm writing
And rhyming you read
Whatever I'm saying
There's prolly no need
Words from the alphabet
Words that can't be
When you are blind
And it's Braile that you see
Words that are worthless
And said on the fly
My words or your words
Are most likely lies
Words in a sentence
Wise words or fair
The only words earnest
Are those said in prayer
Written by Sara Fielder © 2011
poem by Sara Fielder
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Lip Service
Words inspire and words destroy
Words conspire and words annoy
Words spread freedom and words detain
Words believe them in sound refrain
Words of passion in words misleading
Words without action are words without meaning
poem by P.R. Prosper
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I loved you so much, even more than I wanted.
Camelia Oprița in The riddles of the Soul (25 December 2007)
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Thank you for leaving me, because my life is much more beautiful without you!
Camelia Oprița in The riddles of the Soul (25 December 2007)
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Drinking With Márquez
Gabriel was sitting on my left,
a gray archangel fashioning a tired moustache
under his alcohol-crying eyes;
a kind patriarch in his solitude.
We spoke in Spanish,
we joked in Italian,
we argued in English,
and we thought in Whiskish.
And one hundred years of riddles passed in a night.
Riddles of love and illness,
cholera and la violencia,
under the irony of Fidel’s shadow,
the censorship of the cohiba ashes,
and the curfew of Pope’s colonels.
But when he asked me:
“¿Porque estás aqui? ”
I became a little child baptised in mud,
running barefoot through the alleys of Macondo,
carefree yet in fear of the evil in my hours...
... Gabriel had always been sitting on my left;
in a storm of thoughts we scribbled our pledge
to the chronicles of our heart
that foresaw our fate,
forgave our past,
and foretold the adventures of our minds.
poem by Niko Tiliopoulos
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The Things You Say
Words
Said in a careless huff as you walked away
Hurt
Words
Said in a whispered excited voice
Caused electricity in me
Words
Said in a caring loving way
Were a balm for the wound in me
Words
Said in an angry menacing way
Felt like daggers thrown at me
Words
Said like sugary sweet morning due
Caused my knees to go weak
Words
Words, Words, Words..
Your words have so much power over me
Words
Said like a magic spell
Have enchanted me
Words
You throw around those words so carelessly
Do you know
Words
How they have been affecting and inflicting me..
poem by Rabia Minhas
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Perchancement
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You have been much more
to many a progressively
ailing heart,
in the eloquence
of whispered words -
watch them alight on
the pages of a poem.
What in the waving
of waxing thought;
words copiously flow
in the effervescent
glow of lilting rhyme -
solitary images
march the desert storm.
Amnesty provides no relief:
no human deed can make amends,
the speed of apologies fail
to out run the steam roller
of resolute demeanour.
Once the balm of intimating breath
now asphyxiates tomorrow's hope.
Put forth in plain speech
what now in riddles present
then lay a poignant wreathe upon
this wailing bardic crypt.
Underneath its gravestone find
wispy embers of yesterdays
awaiting phoenix wings climb.
Hence in its turn let generosity provide
this grievous dagger a sheath to hide.
`
poem by Frederick Kesner
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27 For 27th
Riddles and parables are like the sayings of a muse,
But how i hope to be there for this marriage;
Like the appitude of a beauty with the brightness of love.
27 for 27th when one is about to be married!
Of a joyful heart i do write this poem;
Like the writer's pen with you at times.
The date of an occasion,
Of riddles and parables to respect the muse;
But beauty baths you when the rhythms of the blues are all over you.
Love is like the roses that blooms,
And this is your day in the garden of love;
With the rhythms and the blues to debrief you like a teacher.
This is for your eyes only,
And try to live your life on this day to shine like a star!
Of the hint and the excitments that will swing you with love.
Elevated with the mix of the pleasure to crown 27 for 27th,
Like to say something very witty on that day;
So dance to your muse and,
You will be very pleased to hear the cloud of your extintions!
Like a sweet life on the horizon.
Of a breakdance on a victory lane,
On the muse of this marriage to crown the day;
27 for 27th is the date you will always remember.
Love verses marriage,
Life verses beauty,
A breakdance on a victory lane when two hearts meet;
How i hope to be there for you.
27 for 27th,
Absolute released in the eyes of the people;
And, the adventure is undeniable!
Like the riddles and the parables of life.
The love story about you two,
With the set up of things to this date;
Like a great scene of a marriage which will be in the history books!
Soon to be united as husband and wife.
'Is he smiling? '
'Is she smiling? '
Like the sayings of a muse that unites you two into one today;
This is all about 27 for 27th.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Frozen Frames
The riddles inside me
Are set free
Through poems.
They go on a ride
In the world outside
Turn to frozen frames!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Paradox
Why riddles?
Because I could never say
Exactly what I mean
Straightforward in a world
Essentially structured
On grounds of paradox...
COPY WRITE©2009
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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A Poem Speaking 4 U
how is poem..?
not Thing is thear...
ALL ARE WORDS
SOME WORDS NICE
SOME WORDS SPICE
SOME WORDS NOTHING
SOME WORDS LOVELY
SOME WORDS BEAUTYFUL
SOME WORDS HUNGRY
SOME WORDS ANGRY
THATS ALL...
WRITE IT
LOVE IT...
THIS IS FOR OTHERS
U ARE READ YOURS...
THATS ALL
TAKE A LITTLE SMILE
LIFE IS THIS..
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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A Hot Patch
All the wayward words
mock me for inadequacy.
I remain detached from meaning,
emigrating to eloquence of wordless solitude.
The hymen breaks.
Dumb poems cry. I don’t want to be buried
in ruins of daydreams.
Sandstorms have a strange melancholy, holocaust.
A legitimate uprooting of faith.
Sometimes I feel a hot patch
of sun on my face.
One moon away was my cool,
abode in a green painting,
but the frost never melted.
This darkness is only companion,
I will talk to winds.
The comments on riddles will continue.
A selection of memories,
will make my meditation.
The friction in history was shame.
May be love will win.
poem by Satish Verma
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Neutral Tones
WE stood by a pond that winter day,
And the sun was white, as though chidden of God,
And a few leaves lay on the starving sod,
--They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.
Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove
Over tedious riddles solved years ago;
And some words played between us to and fro--
On which lost the more by our love.
The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing
Alive enough to have strength to die;
And a grin of bitterness swept thereby
Like an ominous bird a-wing....
Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,
And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me
Your face, and the God-curst sun, and a tree,
And a pond edged with grayish leaves.
poem by Thomas Hardy
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