Branch Who am I? Was bin ich?

04 Jun 2025

This typ of branch stands out, as the Poems are like minigames, describing an objekt without mentioning it, giving away more and more clues what it could be, so that guessing the objekt towards the end is fairly easy.

Stem and branches are still growing! Soon you will be able to see a fairly young but very strong tree!

Who am I? 

Sunny day,

sunny dime in my hands,

sparkling right at me,

feel the airs glee, feel to be free,

moving accordingly to my plans,

Plants surrounding me,

Ants underneath my throat,

hope I am no good for the goat,

so much to learn and see,

Our quantity our philosophy,

our dance to the same rhythm,

we move constantly,

everyone of us glorifying its own stem, 

The dime vaporizing inside of me,

breeze of tomorrows glimpse,

serving Planet Earth her green tea,

hope they grow me more than shrimps,

Dazzling through life,

hope to survive,

I can’t dive away,

fallen leaves on me that thought they had the say,

gone already on this day,

Twisting and turning in the wind,

our strength twined,

in our rows so much to find,

although our gen is defined,

The sky our roof,

the soil our carpet,

what do you need more to proof,

I just hope I don’t drown in a tarpit

Answer: 

Blade of Grass

Who am I? 

Your taste is lame,

Your not the one to blame,

Your days coming to an end in this game,

You’re the one who is fame. 

When you move we move too,

Not to move you must be screwed,

However some of us do,

they cannot move or do not know how to.

Without you we ain’t being free,

it’s just half the tea,

Your best friend, the tree,

Being addicted to you, to a certain degree. 

Holding in my hands the best tool,

Without you I would be a fool, 

Some of us acting so cruel,

you wanting us to stay cool.

Stay here,

without you we fear,

Your our survival gear,

Hoping our children’s boats have enough of you to steer. 

A split a splat,

days you want to wear a hat,

thank goodness Natur gave us that,

crafting a stone all flat. 

Answer:

Water 

Who am I? 

Time and space running through my veins, unloosing the chains. 

Ways for not feeling sorry and sorrow for today and tomorrow, 

borrowing destiny’s luck,

while sucking,times clocking out.

A scream a shout from inside,  

deprived from men, 

counting to ten,

when, 

the question is when,

will I see my self again,

meet my real smile again. 

When will I date the right men. 

Big Ben chiming his bells, me not wanting to be a fill-in.

So wary the giggles from deep under ground,

Spawning energy,

Swan swimming wings,

away from the darkness I found,

A flower that lost power,

An energy tower but who is empowered,

The child in me yearning for a Happy Hour,

The child in me turning on my firepower,

Turning fate into damm good real estate,

And I can’t wait,

to see my self dating fate real late,

Shifting luck in my rucksack,

hoping nobody to give a heart attack,

So much displeasure to stack,

Having now so much leisure back,

Never wanting to come back,

Never wanting to die back,

Never wanting to feel the drawbacks,

Never wanting to see the cutbacks, 

Tuning inn to life 

and tuning out life

Ready to survive,

Living now not in my afterlife,

Deep down a shattered town,

My feelings were to drown,

Learned to come down,

The darkness of the place down there died down,

Instead sparkling light of delight in my head,

my soul dancing rock and roll,

Growing gigantic giggles,

While dancing through the beats my heart wiggles,

Earning back the years they stole,

Never ever in a dream will I drop dead,

Never ever in reality will the brutality make me to deadhead my own bloodsheds. 

A scream a shout from inside,  

deprived from men, 

counting to ten,

when, 

the question is when,

will I see my self again,

meet my real smile again.

A spread of power, 

my bloodshed in my bed, 

smiling, dialing 911, 

hoped I won my real smile back, with my attack, 

but fate holding it back,

A thing that can’t be undone,

nothing won,

just lost,

paying a high cost,

Police arrive,

Getting away to survive,

Still searching for the when,

when will I meet my real smile again,

Counting to ten, 

writing a four with my pen,

Six more to score,

The Key to my real smile,

this is what I am working for,

this is my dance floor, 

is this to much too ask for,

is this the next door,

Yes Sir you called for me, 

I am the…

Answer:

Whore 

Who am I? 

Inhaling Beauty-Nature,

Yearning after my Legislatur,

My Come-out major,

Dreaming of the elements being a good-nature, 

Eyes on me, you’re the stumbling creature.

The scent of tea,

flying with me,

breaking free,

so many of us to see.

Beat me,

Keep me,

so many colors are we.

Flattened and crumbled,

Watch-out where you have stumbled, 

The season giving me the reason to tell you my story, in the end not at all hunky-dory, now being least inflammatory, by taking a bath in the rain, I can and will not do this again, whilst a Million new Color-dreams await there reign,

as for me I did the same,

before Winter wonderland made me train,

for my big spring game,

well can you guess my name? 

Answer:

An dropped down autumn leave 

Who am I? 

The child getting wild,

My colors in Landscape style,

The wind the force that drives me on,

Designed to unwind, 

The horse stampeding until dawn,

come on don’t yawn.

Seeing beauty,

feeling strength,

Being off duty,

embracing time and length,

Life being such a cutie.

More and more,

Core and core,

to the next shore,

a new time to score,  

being so glad having opened my door.

Looking up and down,

Getting to know the town,

Some likely to frown, 

An instrument for every clown,

Every once in a while slowing down.  

Some of us fast,

Some of us slow,

All of us in a flow,

Our shadow our selfs in the past.

Wondering how long the force will last,

going past,

hoping for a delightful forecast. 

May I enter this way,

or do I have to pay. 

Always checking if it’s not a highway. 

Answer:

A Bicycle 

Who am I?

Dashing through times prey,

being grateful for life,

certainly one big dive,

glistening energy the feast with what one survives.

Being heard,

Being felt,

Being life’s Lovebird,

Being safely fastened now by my  seatbelt.

Dealt with so much, too much, half light touch, half smutch. 

Heartfelt relief,

Heartfelt condolences,

Heartfelt grief. 

Swear not to compare one life with the other life that would not be fare,

They are both having their own stories to share. My Brother leaving the people wondering, me rewriting the landscape. 

The two Life’s spelt wrong or right this should not matter tonight.

At least now I know who I am,

far away from scam,

feeling as light as a gram,

striking towards you with my next bam. 

Splashing Water all over you,

Dashing through the Waves,

Poor sailors stuck the bittersweet cave,

while my way gets paved.

Daylight foolish vision of my mind,

the winds never supported long this decision,

my brother and I fighting over the next site,

not at all wanting to get it right.

Destruction our Motto,

Obstructions the aftermath,

Closing and opening new paths,

Waving people to newly energized grottos.

The highest point my refuge,

Ringing, running through your joints,

my brother and me ain’t never being conjoined,

unless being fixed to Mrs Albert Einsteins timeline view of point. 

Saint devil riding along on Hades  level, both Yin to Zeus Yang, holding me with his bare skin, awaiting our next big bang. 

Answer:

Lightning 

Who am I? 

Smooth running stream,

running left and right with my beam,

some of us a maschine,

we all preventing the scream,

you and me working as a team.

Pushing forwards, 

Pushing back,

not at all depending on luck,

who ever is, is a cowards duck.

So many still to go,

a queue of thirsty-two,

time spend here will do,

fear of the new,

So many going with my flow.

Chitchatting pressure weighing down,

they even start to frown, 

struggling making the best of my time,

never gonna defeat that acid lime in time, 

Combating the waste of time,

Chitchatting, a crime loosing so much time. 

Some of us bend like a good old camping tent,

Some of us treated like a good old friend, 

Some of us helping you with your scent, 

Some of us moved across segment by segment. 

Monkey stick, 

You being used to this trick,

Moving away from the sick,

Working with various flavors to pick,

Trying them out to lick,

Flavors and I ready to serve you with your next klick. 

Answer:

Toothbrush 

Who am I?

Shining for eternity, we shall see 

In broadest Daylight an unseen delight,

The sparkle in you, the pond’s beauty plight,

Energy falling, whilst the night is unforeseen, hours to be keen.

For Bethlehem Christ’s town the crown,

Mercy toppling down in tissues night,

Time tightens for a countdown,

still scoring in the fight tonight.

Good luck or attack,

how much weight is coming down,

Once started there is no way back,

God bless the town. 

Your home buddy already gone,

however your not alone,

For the start higher than a drone,

Your transitions preventing you from being owned. 

Gliding into the night with pride,

Nursing fate under your wing,

Minds of faith getting lost, 

Your journey a nerve racking cost,

Faith and fate on your string,

Whispering tales of the future into the night.

Blink of an eye,

and you fly by,

the wish is not to die,

but to fall for the next lovely guy.

Answer:

A falling Star