Poems 1
You can touch me,
but I can't touch you back. You can see me, but I only reflect you
and can never reject you.
What am I?
Mirror
I am beautiful, up in the sky.
I am magical, yet I cannot fly.
To people I bring luck, to some people, riches.
The boy at my end does whatever he wishes.
What am I?
Rainbow
I can draw a pretty picture because I have a fine tip. Sometimes, I even get bit. I break over and over and sometimes go dull. Until there is nothing left of me nada, null. What am I?
Pencil
Buzzing little hummer,
Busy all the summer.
No time to play, no time to shirk,
Because no man can do her work.
Bee
People have stepped on me,
but not many.
I never stay full for long.
I have a dark side.
What am I?
The moon
My legs are long, but I'm not like King Kong. My neck is my best feature, it's even taller than a bleacher. What am I?
Giraffe
Without wings, I fly. Without eyes, I cry. What am I?
A cloud
I have stripes, and I'm among stereotypes. My color might be black and white, but I was never ridden by a knight. What am I?
Zebra
I can be open or closed, or big or small.
I can reveal the truth or hide it. I am almost always welcome and
can spring up unannounced.
Everyone has one, but not everyone shares.
Laughter comes after me.
What am I?
A smile
I can be clean or a mess. You might use me to play chess. I can also be used to play guess. The computer I might hold. I can also be new or old. What am I
Table
I can build castles,
That melt in the rain,
But I trickle down,
As the seconds drain.
You know of pen, if you stop to think.
That writes with lead instead of ink.
Pencil
We come in a set.
We can dash or pour.
If we're too much,
the serving is ruined.
If we're held back,
the course is flat.
What are we?
Salt & Pepper
You might come in or out. But I don't have a spout. Twist my handle to open me up. You might use me to go get a cup. What am I?
Door
Glass can't create me, but stone and steel do,
I'm made by the sun, but out of its view,
I can be tiny, and also be vast,
In the shape of my maker, like a spell I am cast.
Shadow
Can you name a kind of doors,
Always open wide?
They are very close to you,
Wherever you abide.
Outdoors
I run, but I don't walk. I drip and drop, but I can't pick myself up.
You have to consume me and sometimes I surround you.
What am I?
Water
My shape is found on a Doritos or piece of pie, and I rhyme with jangle.
Triangle
"If you look at me from a certain way,
My head you'll see, certainly.
From another angle, you might see my tail, no doubts
But of my body, there are no whereabouts."
A coin
It's not for an elephant,
Nor for clothes,
But it's a trunk.
It grows and grows.
Tree Trunk