A Circled of Joined Hands
You dance in a circle of joined hands,
And though they spin away I can always see your face,
In the world, no matter where I am,
One look at you and I know my place.
What am I?
A clock.
An analogue clock is a circle, and the hands of a clock are joined at the middle.
The hands can point away from you, but the clock face is always visible.
No matter where you are in the world, you can probably find a clock.
“One look at you and I know my place…in time!”
Thanks to Helena for creating this and sending it in.
Where None Should Be
One where none should be,
Or maybe where two should be,
Seeking out purity,
In the kings trees.
What am I?
A unicorn
Not Seen Nor Felt
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.
The darkness.
Thin, Bold, Sick And Cold
One thin, one bold,
One sick, one cold.
The earth we span,
To prey upon man.
Who are we?
The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
Colored As A Maiden Tweaked
Colored as a maiden tweaked,
Time was naught when I began;
Through the garden I was sneaked,
I alone am the fall of man.
What am I?
An apple.
For Our Ambrosia
For our ambrosia we were blessed,
By Jupiter, with a sting of death.
Though our might, to some is jest,
We have quelled the dragon’s breath.
Who are we?
Bees.
Wholly Unreal
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I
Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
In your mind.
Weight In My Belly
Weight in my belly,
Trees on my back,
Nails in my ribs,
Feet I do lack.
What am I?
A boat.
If You Break Me
If you break me
I do not stop working,
If you touch me
I may be snared,
If you lose me
Nothing will matter.
What am I?
Hope.
A Red Drum
A red drum which sounds
Without being touched,
And grows silent,
When it is touched.
What is it?
Your heart.