A Newbie's Attempt At Riddle POems

Read the title, please.

'An intoxicating red, but not wine,

Flowing smoothly, filling you with life.

with every breath, you nourish me.

None can live without, but some fear me.

I shall perhaps never be free,

Always to be imprisoned where none can see.

Pulsing with every beat,

Now do you recognise me?'

   Blood

 

'You cannot see me, nor can you feel;

Yet in every haunting shadow I kneel.

Faster than light, plaguing your mind.

Many fear me, but I soothe all.

In me, few wish to fall,

For none know what lurks inside.

Can you tell me, who I am?'

  

  Darkness

'High above the mortal realm,

Standing proud and alone;

For none dare to approach me

In my burning glory.'

  Sun

'A slow dance of two to the end,

Of white and black, but no good and bad.

Where knights clash and the queen reigns.

All is sacrificed at the king's feet,

for the kingdom follows his fate.

A bloodless war on monochrome

Of thirty two on sixty four.'

 Chess

'Adorning you in sadness, at times in joy,

A mother's distress,

The sign of torment.

Barriers broken, flowing freely,

Beautiful pearls seldom wanted.

You must know who we are

For you too shed us

When life is harsh.'

 Tears

'Softer than the purest silk,

Slipping through your fingers.

Yet, I have the strength of many,

Demolishing rocks and timber.

Flowing freely through paths

Both narrow and wide.

Take a sip and you will reveal

My identity.'

 Water

'Not water, nor the earth beneath;

You cannot touch me, only feel.

You cannot see me, but I am not air.

I am hope, and also despair.

 I am sweet, also bitter

And with me,

Life is a tad bit better.

I can break, but I also mend.

Feel your heart, I am there.'

 Love

'You cannot feel me, nor can you see.

You do not know me

And I am not sick,

Yet you toil to make me better.

I am a mystery, I am unpredictable;

Yet, in your hands I lie.

With time, the curtains shall unveil,

As of yet, can you tell me

Who I may be?'

 Future

Author's Note

I would like to know what you think about this.

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[Paul Bell]

Life in all its glory. Some make it complicated.
But in essence, it really isn't. Or at least, not till the last stanza. The future. One just never knows.
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