Riddles to Tease Your Brain
Close to the words of life stay I,
But I wither, wane, and grow dry.
A Bible-pressed leaf, or flower.
I do not breathe, but I run and jump.
I do not eat, but I swim and stretch.
I do not drink, but I sleep and stand.
I do not think, but I grow and play.
I do not see, but you see me every day.
I am a leg.
Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbéd to the flame.
Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
A Candle.
With potent, flowery words speak I,
Of something common, vulgar, dry;
I weave webs of pedantic prose,
In effort to befuddle those,
Who think I wile time away,
In lofty things, above all day
The common kind that linger where
Monadic beings live and fare;
Practical I may not be,
But life, it seems, is full of me!
A riddler, or riddle.
To you, rude would I never be,
Though I flag my tongue for all to see.
A dog.
I welcome the day with a show of light,
I steathily came here in the night.
I bathe the earthy stuff at dawn,
But by the noon, alas! I'm gone.
The morning dew.
Here there is no north, west, nor east,
And weather fit for not man nor beast.
The North Pole.
Large as a mountain, small as a pea,
Endlessly swimming in a waterless sea.
Asteroids.
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