Box of Fun (RIDDLES)

A box: a world of fun.
A swing set: a spaceship,
Sends you the sun.
The best thing of all,
Just close your eyes,
Think of it,
So, what am I?

(Imagination)

Breathless I am,
And never do I blink.
I move when you want me,
And do not think.
In the form of some animal,
We all seem to be.
Can you solve the riddle
Written by me?

(stuffed animal)

2 Puzzlers by: C is for Cookie

Telegraph Poem

By: PinkCheeseCake

My name is Boem,
And this is my poem.
I met my friend Graph,
The telegraph.
He told me,
How he,
Came to be.

Samuel Morse was his name,
Painting was his game.
His wife had died,
But he hadn’t cried.
He started to invent,
And that he meant

I came to be,
Just like he or she,
In 1830.

That year Andrew Jackson signed
The Indian Removal Act,
And that’s a fact.
I looked like a typewriter,
But I wasn’t a writer.

We might have lost the
War with the south,
If it wasn’t for me
And my mouth.

I did as much good
As I could.

I was fast,
And vast.
But I got out dated,
And that I hated.

Now I’m old
With a little mold.
Not even worth gold
But still as bold.

I was fired,
Now I can’t get hired,
So I’m retired.

Please publish
This poem,
Mr. Boem.

Black Powder

A Historic Poem by: BlueHairCommity

I have a very hot temper;
I can cause people to die,
But we all can remember
The fourth of July.

I am a star on some holidays,
And I am used in many wars
Death counts I can raise
Used in the Revolution by George.

My history is long
For thousands of years
Created by Chinese alchemists,
Now I’m used far and near.


I’ve been used for different things,
Other than war,
Pesticides and Medicine
Of this I’m very sure.

I’ve evolved over the years
Into 3 different forms;
They include colloided and
Smokeless was later born.

I was used for the launch
Of a space ship to the moon
That ship brought a man.
Who knows what
I will make very, very soon…