“Oedipus and the Sphinx” by Francois Xavier Fabre.Rhyming Riddle Contest 2019 The Society July 10, 2019 Humor, Poetry, Poetry Contests, Riddles 81 Comments From the riddle posed by King Solomon to the Philistines to the philosophy of riddles put forth by Aristotle to the riddles posed by Gollum to Bilbo Baggins in the Hobbit, riddles have a long and rich history and have often been put forth in rhyme (read more here). Join in the tradition with this contest… RULES: Write a rhyming riddle of any length and paste it in the comments section below with your name and area of residence, such as “John Smith, Colorado” or “Ian Clark, England.” Do not include the answer. Let people guess and then respond with the answer if no one guesses correctly. Up to three submissions allowed per contestant. The riddles should be newly written for the contest. SUBMISSION FEE: None DEADLINE: August 11, 2019, 12 midnight EST. Winners announced August 18, 2019. PRIZE: $100 JUDGE: Advisory Board Member or selected Member poets will judge. (Those who choose not to participate in judging may participate in the contest) PAST WINNERS 2018 2017 Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 81 Responses James A. Tweedie July 10, 2019 On your marks . . . get set . . . A spike is there, but it’s not gold, Some forests have them, so I’m told. They cannot cough, but can “ahem,” And singers have an eye for them. And when someone pokes fun at you It’s what they do that makes you blue. A helpful hint? I told you so! And that is all you need to know. Reply Rupert Palmer July 11, 2019 The answer wouldn’t by any chance happen to share 3 consecutive letters with your surname, would it? Reply James A. Tweedie July 11, 2019 Rupert, Yes, indeed, it does! I must have made it too obvious! Your clue will no doubt make it easier for everyone else without having given away the store! Well done. I’m still pondering yours. I seem to be better at writing them than figuring them out. Rupert Palmer July 11, 2019 Very clever, Mr Tweedie! Fear not, I was quite stumped the first tim I read it. It was only on my return that it came to me. Another bright spark worked mine out now. I shall write another. David July 18, 2019 Is it a deer? Reply Rupert Palmer July 11, 2019 To those opposed to order new I bade a merciful adieu The low and high I equalised No rank or station recognised “Revenge” cried them that summoned me Them too I slew for Liberty Like them I often rose and fell And helped to pave the road to Hell What am I? Rupert Palmer, South Africa Reply Horus H July 11, 2019 The guillotine Reply Rupert Palmer July 11, 2019 Quite so. Bravo! Mickey Kulp July 11, 2019 The Queen The Sherpa named her Chomolungma; the white men didn’t care. They slandered her with “Everest” and climbed her on a dare. She was the tallest, queen of all, no other could compare. Later on the children asked, “Before the queen was found,” what was the tallest mountain peak upon the world so round?” And so my riddle ends right here; I’m sure it will confound. Mickey Kulp, Georgia Reply David Watt July 11, 2019 Hello Mickey. Is the answer Kangchenjunga? Reply JamesA. Tweedie July 11, 2019 A technical book answer would include K-2 or Kanchenjunga as likely suspects but perhaps there is a twist to your riddle that leads elsewhere? Reply Mike Bryant July 12, 2019 Since the earth has a bulge around the equator, the tallest place on earth is Mount Chimborazo in Ecuador. Standing there you are closer to the stars. I assume this answers the reference to the “round” earth. So, Everest is actually about a mile and a half further from “space” than Mount Chimborazo. Everest has been in second place for a long time. Reply Tonya Ann McQuade July 11, 2019 They each need fire to be born; By some, a fire’s scar is worn. The fire’s ash helps them to thrive – Without it, they’d not be alive. They grow quite tall as well as round; In the Sierras they are found. Their shallow roots spread far and wide And link with others by their side. The mightiest has a general’s name – As well as natural acclaim. Beside them, one feels truly small – It must strike awe to see one fall. Reply Horus H July 11, 2019 A Sequoia tree Reply Tonya Ann McQuade July 11, 2019 Yes, specifically the giant sequoia (Sequoiadendron Giganteum)! James A. Tweedie July 11, 2019 A piece of folded wire is food That people everywhere should eat. And if you wanted me you could Procure me from myself—how sweet! Disfigure, smush me, then I’ll be More use to you. Does this make sense? And if you flip a part of me A horse might take up residence. You’ve heard that 1+1 is 2. For everyone but me, that’s true. But sometimes 1+1 is 1 . . . At least on paper, when I’m done. Reply Mike Bryant July 12, 2019 Fodder? Reply James A. Tweedie July 13, 2019 Nope–neither animal nor cannon. Avery Miller July 15, 2019 I’m not sure about the 1+1=1 bit, but if one turns the b in “stable” upside-down, one gets “staple”, and that is also something everyone should eat, so I’m hazarding a guess…staple? Reply James A. Tweedie July 15, 2019 Hooray for Avery! The answer is indeed “staple” or, even better, its plural, “staples” (which is also the name of an American office supply retail chain where you can buy staples!) The 1 + 1 thing has to do with paper. Take one sheet of paper, add a second sheet and after the staple is put on (and through) the two pages, they are joined together as one. I anticipated the riddle would be solved by working backwards from “stable.” You proved me correct. Well done! Mike Bryant July 16, 2019 Wow! Great riddle and great work to figure it out. David Watt July 12, 2019 My favorite pastime is to sleep, And when awake, I barely creep. Just like a friend who overstays, I hang around for days and days. My given name is quite offensive To one whose slowness is defensive. I favor garb of algae-green With moths aplenty in between. Who am I? David Watt, Australia Reply Horus H July 12, 2019 A sloth Reply David Watt July 12, 2019 That’s correct Horus. Either the three or two-toed species. Rupert Palmer July 12, 2019 A haven safe I used to be Now many die here annually For some on whom they must depend Betray the charges they defend There’s not much room for movement free Nor air to breathe, nor light to see You too have been here, have no doubt For none come in, but all go out What am I? -Rupert Palmer, South Africa Reply Horus H July 12, 2019 The womb Reply Mike Bryant July 12, 2019 Each of you, upon this page, has posed a riddle for the sage who likes a little cogitation. Each of you has hopes your trope will make all readers have to cope with quite a little consternation. Like a fast pursuing cop, when an escapee’s forced to stop, he hops on him with dedication. How are all of you like him? Mike Bryant, Texas Reply James A. Tweedie July 12, 2019 He, like us, was a con-founder . . . ? Reply Mike Bryant July 12, 2019 Close, James… I am working on yours… tough one. James A. Tweedie July 12, 2019 I hate to be “close” but not get the cigar. How about con-found or con-founding or con-founded . . . ? Zachary Dilks July 14, 2019 Are we contestants? Reply Mike Bryant July 14, 2019 Nope, Zachary… Mike Bryant July 12, 2019 Not there yet, James… Reply Philip Keefe July 13, 2019 Contributor? Reply Mike Bryant July 13, 2019 Nope, sorry Philip. Reply Zachary Dilks July 14, 2019 A friend to a flame And a tree, the same And hangs on the mention of every name Zachary Dilks, Texas Reply Mike Bryant July 14, 2019 Breath? Reply Zachary Dilks July 15, 2019 No, sorry Mike. Kushal Narang July 15, 2019 Is it air ? Reply Zachary Dilks July 16, 2019 Air is correct, Kushal! Kudos to you! Martin Elster July 16, 2019 Air? Reply Avery Miller July 14, 2019 Avery Miller (U.S.A.) The Three Canst thou name us? Rhyme the three, Wraith and rope and rarity. All that is, thou canst not see, First sees all with clarity. Good will ever come to thee, Second knows with verity. Though the others cease to be, Third lives in eternity. Canst not guess? Our rhyme will be Wraith, and rope, and rarity. Reply David Paul Behrens July 14, 2019 How about Faith, and Hope, and Charity? Reply Avery Miller July 14, 2019 Yes, you are correct! Well done! Rupert Palmer July 14, 2019 You are surely right, David. Excellent work Mr Miller! Reply Avery Miller July 14, 2019 Thank you! It’s fun to share a riddle. James A. Tweedie July 14, 2019 We’re allowed three, so here’s my final riddle: My first name is a city And my surname sounds like “swamp.” When I was young and pretty I would play all day and romp. I later became saddled With a business that I ran. My rivals became addled By the turf wars I began. I always came in early And was soon a millionaire. Competitors fell yearly But I always beat them fair. I stopped to smell the roses, In retirement I thrived. I lived less years than Moses But grandchildren have survived. My hay days found me able To fill grandstands with applause. Now my legacy is stable, Can you tell me who I was? Reply Philip Keefe July 15, 2019 This is so good I’m almost sorry I have the answer (I think): Is it Seattle Slew? Reply James A. Tweedie July 15, 2019 Lol, Philip! Yes, of course it is Seattle Slew. I’m glad you enjoyed the riddle. I had fun writing it. Taylor Crosby July 14, 2019 The only thing that is truly yours Cannot be found in any stores You can only find it at birth And only you know its true worth It cannot belong to anybody else After all, it is much too complex And can only be understood By its owner since before childhood And sometimes even you Don’t have a single clue About what it’s trying to say Or trying to display But when you do know There is nowhere else to go Than the path it sets you on On which you must walk upon For it must always be obeyed And its voice cannot fade Because if you pretend not to hear its cries Then you yourself will be flooded with lies Taylor Crosby, Indiana Reply NRam July 15, 2019 Conscience? Reply Taylor Crosby July 16, 2019 No, but that is a good guess. Mike Bryant July 16, 2019 Your name? Reply Taylor Crosby July 17, 2019 No, but that had been my original idea for a riddle. David Paul Behrens July 16, 2019 Is it my eternal soul? Reply Taylor Crosby July 17, 2019 Nope Mahek July 17, 2019 mind… Reply Mahek July 17, 2019 or the heart Taylor Crosby July 17, 2019 Not the mind but yes, the heart N. Ram July 15, 2019 N.Ram Mumbai, India Here is my riddle: —- Neither King nor rich I spare, Lay to waste whole towns in days, My impact is hard to bear. Body’s weakness I lay bare, Attack health in unknown ways, Neither King nor rich I spare. On life war,I do declare, Leave my victims in a daze, My impact is hard to bear. Doctors often dumbly stare, At my ever changing pace, Neither King nor rich I spare. I am mankind’s worst nightmare, For my death the whole world prays, My impact is hard to bear. I drive people to despair, Their wellbeing I erase, Neither King nor rich I spare, My impact is hard to bear. —- Reply David Paul Behrens July 15, 2019 Is it cancer? Reply N. Ram July 16, 2019 Hi David, Good guessing… but it is not cancer. Kushal Narang July 15, 2019 It’s cancer for sure Reply N. Ram July 16, 2019 Hi Kushal, It is not cancer… if you see the conditions, cancer does not meet at least one of them. James A. Tweedie July 16, 2019 My guess would be ebola. . . . ? Reply N. Ram July 16, 2019 Dear James, You are close… but it is not ebola.. but a more generic case David Paul Behrens July 16, 2019 Aids? Reply NRam July 17, 2019 Hi David, No it’s not aids. In fact each of the guesses fall in the right area. Though ebola and aids are almost right. What i have in mind is not a specific disease or virus. I wrote the poem to talk about the process…EPIDEMIC. An epidemic hits a city suddenly, progresses fast, wipes out populations and seems to keep changing the pace and leaves people dazed, if not dead. Thank you all for reading! Zachary Dilks July 16, 2019 Burn it Or it drowns you Turn it It surrounds you Bitter friends until the very end It cripples and confounds you Pick it up and let it lift you up the same until it grounds you Flee the pain And hug the chain until it’s bound you Zachary Dilks, Texas Reply Rupert Palmer July 16, 2019 Could this be fat? Reply NRam July 16, 2019 Habit? Reply Zachary Dilks July 16, 2019 N. Ram, damn near on the money, but not “Habit” Martin Elster July 16, 2019 Martin Elster (USA) The first to think up agriculture, son, were not you humans. While you might admire yourself for stepping on us, the sure-fire survival skills we’ve learned have plainly won us matchless status. Since you’ve overrun the world, observing us could re-inspire you all to be less wasteful. Our attire is modest as can be. We’ve never spun tall tales about the universe. Each choice we make is commonsensical. We rise each dawn to work and listen to one voice, a voice that passes on a can-do air to all her girls, who’ve energy to spare for a mind that’s neither callus nor unwise. Reply David Paul Behrens July 16, 2019 Ants? Reply Mahek Gupta July 17, 2019 Mixed up with the mud on ground, All that could be heard was my sound, till I melt, hallowed and bound till I know I can never be found Reply Mahek Gupta July 17, 2019 Mahek G. India Mixed up with the mud on ground, All that could be heard was my sound, till I melt, hallowed and bound till I know I can never be found Reply Mahek Gupta July 17, 2019 like city lights, I twinkle like mourning daffodils, I mingle like subservient skies, I succumb like mighty lions, I challenge like warm stoves, I burn Reply Mahek Gupta July 17, 2019 Mahek G. India like city lights, I twinkle like mourning daffodils, I mingle like subservient skies, I succumb like mighty lions, I challenge like warm stoves, I burn Reply David Armstrong July 18, 2019 David Armstrong, St. Louis, MO Eyes behold me, though not all Pending whether and where I fall, All beseeching, some to call Forth from hamlet, hearth, and hall Colors coaxing, slow to stall, Whether upon the arbors tall or the aging garden wall, I splinter through, dust enthrall, Seen but hidden, while hours crawl Though not all, though not all. What am I? Reply Rupert Palmer July 22, 2019 Could that be “rainbow”? Reply David July 22, 2019 No, but akin thereto! Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.