Puzzles/Riddles

Riddle me! riddle me! What is that: Over your head and under your hat?

The land was white the seed was black it'll take a good scholar to riddle me that. What is it?

Little trotty hetty coat in a long petticoat and a red nose the longer she stands the shorter she grows. What is it?

It is in the rock, but not in the stone; It is in the marrow, but not in the bone;

It is in the bolster, but not in the bed; It is not in the living, nor yet in the dead.

What is it?

George walked for thirty minutes in the pouring rain without getting a single hair on his head wet. He didn't have a hat or an umbrella and his coat had no hood.

How did he do that?

At night they come without being fetched,
And by day they are lost without being stolen.

What is it?

I never was, am always to be,
No one ever saw me, nor ever will
And yet I am the confidence of all
To live and breathe on this terrestrial ball.

What is it?

Runs over fields and woods all day
Under the bed at night sits not alone,
With long tongue hanging out,
A-waiting for a bone."

What am I?

The beginning of eternity
The end of time and space
The beginning of every end,
And surround every place.

What am I?

There was a green house.
Inside the green house there was a white house
Inside the white house there was a red house.
Inside the red house there were lots of babies.

What am I?

My tines are long.
My tines are short.
My tines end ere
My first report.

What am I?

Fill my bucket, spill my bucket,
over a plane of snow.
Black the track as I look back,
my footsteps talk but make no sound.

What am I?

A Halloween riddle
My first letter is in the spell, but not the book
My second letter is in the fright and also the shook
My third letter is in the cauldron, but never in pot
My fourth letter is in the net and also in the knot
My fifth letter is in the bat, but never in the vampire
My sixth letter is in the coal, but not found in fire
My seventh letter is in moon, but not in night

Who am I?

Dies, half its life,
Lives the rest.
Dances without music;
Breathes without breath. What is it?

What is the one thing that all wise men, regardless
of their religion or politics, agree is between
heaven and earth? <br/r> What is it?

There is an ancient invention still used in some parts
of the world today that allows people to see through
walls.

What is it?

Guides travelers, never moves,
Always turning, never looks,
Always shining, never burns,
Looks on blue fields with each of its turns.

What is it?

Dead on the field lie ten soldiers in white,
Felled by three eyes, black as night.

What happened?

I saw an unusual book:
The foreword comes after the epilogue;
The end is in the first half of the book;
The index comes before the introduction.

Name the book.

I am the part of the bird that is not in the sky,
who can drown in the ocean and yet remain dry.

A last vestige of man that refuses to die.
In mourning I am tossed at your feet to lie;
I begin my job early, devouring your ankles and thighs.
I work my way up, eating your legs to your waist.
And though around midday away I am chased,
I return quickly to savor the arm of my taste.
As evening falls I enter your lungs,
spiraling down past your mouth and your tongue.
I feast on your body, your soul, and your mind,
but as darkness falls you shall find
that away I will go, a relief for some;
At least until tomorrow morning comes.

What am I?

Pearl white chest
without key or lid.
Inside of which
golden treasure is hid.

What am I?

I can be smooth as silk when you touch me
Yet hard as rock when you hit me
I can be crystal clear
Or dark as pitch
I can be still and silent
Or I can rumble and roar.

What am I ?

I am, in truth, a yellow fork
From tables in the sky
By inadvertent fingers dropped
The awful cutlery cry.
Of mansions never quite disclosed
And never quite concealed
The apparatus of the dark
To ignorance revealed.

What am I?

I will be nice, if you see pics thrice.
I bear fruit of trees, sometimes in 3's.
I am but an arm's length in front of you.

What am I?

I am the outstretched fingers

that seize and hold the wind.
Wisdom flows from me in other hands.
Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt.
My merest touch brings laughter.

What am I?

I love to move around,
But usually not on the ground.
I'm quite strung out when way up high.
I like to sail, but I need to stay dry.
I need air, but not to breathe.
A helpful hand is all I need.

What am I?

Curtail me thrice, I am a youth;
Behead me once, a snake;
Complete, I'm often used, in truth,
When certain steps you'd take.

What Am I?

I am black of eye and bright of hair
And my feet are firmly in the ground.
I love the sun upon my face
And I follow it around.
When I am dead and gone tis said,
That I will droop real low,
That I will keep the birds well fed,
Standing stiff there in my row.

What am I?

My 1st is a wish or a dream
My 2nd is a trust or belief
My 3rd is a good feeling of the heart
My 4th means the fates be with ya.

What am I?

My first is in ocean but not in sea
My second in milk but not in me
My third in three but not in throw
My fourth in vow but not in crow
My fifth in eight but not in night
My last in wrong and also right
My whole is praise for thoughts or men
Or women, too, or tongue or pen.

What am I?

I have three feet, but I can't stand without leaning.
To make matters worse I have no arms to lean with.
Please be good so that I'm not called into use.

What am I?

What is inanimate, yet can stand up,
Can start out copper and end up as steel,
So fragile, a child could break one,
But many have the strength to lift a man?

What is it?

They have not flesh nor feathers,
nor scales nor bone;
but they do have fingers and
thumbs of their own.

What are they??

When young, I am sweet in the sun.
When middle-aged, I can help to make you healthy.
When old, I am valued more than ever

What am I?

I dig out tiny caves,
and store gold and silver in them.
I build bridges out of silver,
Make crowns out of gold,
But everyone is afraid of me
Even the young and old.

Who am I?

We are such little tiny creatures;
all of us have different features.
One of us in glass is set;
One of us you'll find in jet.
Another you may see in tin,
and the fourth is boxed within.
If the fifth you should pursue,
it can never fly from you.

What are we?

I was trapped in a jail cell.
All I had was a mirror and a wooden table.

How did I escape? (Hint: The answer only makes sense if you say it aloud.)

30 men and ladies 2,
gathered for a festive do;
dressed quite formal, black and white:
soon movement turned to nasty fight.

What's the event?

What do men love more than life,
Fear more than Death or mortal strife;
What poor men have, and rich require,
And what contented men desire.
What the miser spends, yet the spendthrift saves;
And all men carry to their graves?

What am I?

A dog I am not,
A cat I am neither,
I wear my 'face' backwards,
And I'm not much of a breather

Who am I?