Riddle Poems

Now, that's a riddle for your own self, I reckon.

Meanwhile, I am honestly stumped by the first of your most recent two. I know once I see it or someone else gets it, or you tell, I will wonder how I could miss it but I am sure missing it right now.

Demeter said:

Two more:



They are old companions,
opposites in every way.
He is made of sturdier stuff
though subject to the ills of age.
She is versatile, impressionable,
sensitive to temperature,
reduced by heat to dissolution
in cold a golden girl.

They meet always with a close embrace.
She clings.
He is the better for it:
complementary opposites,
their differences are smoothed away.

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Okay, I think I've got it,
sod it.
Bread and butter
or I'm a nutter.

Demeter said:

Close, and well-said,in itself but think of something more tangible and concrete containing words.

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A library then.

Oh, fiddle
it's a mean old riddle
to make me work so hard
for a dictionary!

Such a great thread... I'm sure I will mega-suck at this, but yet I still want to play (at a much slower speed)


In silent service I await
To ripple at your excess
To keep you on a less full path
And capture all your success

The things I've seen can't be described
For sure, they really shouldn't
My voice has not the words to say
Yet if it did, I wouldn't

I cannot move, though 'movement' reigns
my bittersweet assignment
Though gleaming white, I have no veins
Yet thrive, despite confinement

Too easy, right?

Demeter said:

To keep it poetic
and less diuretic,
am I right to say
the word resembles a triolet?

Welcome to the game. The players are few but brilliant.

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Yes, yes, yes...A drop dead cinch for sure... and you're right to say they are easier to write than to solve...

Cheers, Bob

Not for me, for me it's easier to solve than come up with one.

(I guessed yours too, Bolen, haven't had time to post though. But it was a good one!)

Demeter said:

Impossible to count,
I can mete out the hours
of your days.
Difficult to grasp,
I am the stuff of castle walls.
Water strengthens and swallows me.
Swept by the wind,
I swarm and sting.

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Two families, five members each
live in houses side by side,
spend their working days indoors,
come out at night to socialize.

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It gets into the picnic,
and burns your bare feet;
when at a nude beach
chafes the crack of your seat.
You'll never get all of it out of your shoes --
I'd do without sand, if I had to choose.

I am not pure bred
Mostly Russian some have said
Though quite cold to start
I might warm your heart
Should compadres of mine tag along

My Italian roots sigh
And my humor's quite dry
But the motto as we sup...
O Live it up!
As my thin glass will tinkle it's song

A little tougher perhaps, though with all the brainiacs here I may be overstating...

Demeter said:

A mixed drink of some kind?

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Of some kind, yes
Care to venture a guess?
No, no, no it's not Ensure

Demeter said:

It seems to have an olive in it. Martini? But Russian and Italian? You've got me. Besides, you're dealing with
a non-drinker here.
Did you figure out the one about the two families? Here is a hint, if you need one:
Unless you're standing on your head
or lying flat-out on your bed,
look no further, look no more,
chances are they're on the floor.

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Yes, it's a Vodka Martini... (Russian Vodka, Italian Vermouth, o-live)

Your riddle jabbed short and neat
Was an upstanding poetic treat
That walked to it's owners beat
And must only be about feet...

Cheers, Bob

*jumps up and down*

I know! I know! It's a clothesline!

And that is a really nice little poem, too, Demeter.

Kylabelle said:

*jumps up and down*

I know! I know! It's a clothesline!

And that is a really nice little poem, too, Demeter.

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Excellent jumping skills! I must confess however, I miss your answer cloaked in poetry...

Cheers, Bob

Demeter, you're welcome! and I thought it was maybe new.

Bob, that's nice to hear. I was lazy.

Somebody stop me...seriously, Stop Me!

I am smaller, as it were, than a breadbox
And ride herd on your shirts, pants and foot sox
With my friends sans despair
Help them keep looking fair
So you primp longer looking, the style fox

I don’t come out that often, so true
But I’m tough, when I do what I do
While you might finger me
You cannot needle me
How’s that now…Is it working for you?

I need to get out more…

Cheers, Bob