What has roots as nobody sees,
Is taller than trees,
Up, up it goes
And yet never grows?
It can be cracked, it can be made,
It can be told, it can be played.
What is it?
I am the beginning of the end, and the end of time and space.
I am essential to creation, and I surround every place.
The letter "E".cleanpoems
Pronounced as one letter,
And written with three,
Two letters there are,
And two only in me.
I’m double, I’m single,
I’m black blue and gray,
I’m read from both ends,
And the same either way.
Eye.animalcleanpoemsshortwhat am I
To you, rude would I never be,
Though I flag my tongue for all to see.
What am I?
Alive as you but without breath,
As cold in my life as in my death;
Never a thirst though I always drink,
Dressed in a mail but never a clink.
A container without hinges, lock or a key, yet a golden treasure lies inside me. What am I?
Branches grow on its head; it wears spotted clothes. Not a donkey of a horse, it runs like the wind.
Dipping, glinting, gliding by,
Rainbow-fretted, wrought of breath.
I live only while I fly –
Earth’s rough kiss my sudden death.
A soap bubble.