This is a collection of riddles for you to figure out. If you want the answer to any of them, just use the link associated with each riddle. If you have any more riddles to add, please send me the riddle (without the answer so I can try to figure it out first). See if you can stump me. Some of the answers are fairly brief. If you want a more detailed explanation, email me.
It is greater than God and more evil than the devil. The poor have it, the rich need it and if you eat it you’ll die. What is it?
It walks on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon and three legs in the evening. What is it?
I am the beginning of the end, and the end of time and space. I am essential to creation, and I surround every place. What am I?
What always runs but never walks, often murmurs, never talks, has a bed but never sleeps, has a mouth but never eats?
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 breath on this terrestrial ball. What am I?
At night they come without being fetched. By day they are lost without being stolen. What are they?
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 is it?
What is in seasons, seconds, centuries and minutes but not in decades, years or days?
Think of words ending in -GRY. Angry and hungry are two of them. There are only three words in the English language. What is the third word? The word is something that everyone uses every day. If you have listened carefully, I have already told you what it is.
The one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one that uses it never knows that he’s using it. What is it?
The more you have of it, the less you see. What is it?
What has a head, a tail, is brown, and has no legs?
What English word has three consecutive double letters?
What’s black when you get it, red when you use it, and white when you’re all through with it?
You throw away the outside and cook the inside. Then you eat the outside and throw away the inside. What did you eat?
I am always hungry,
I must always be fed,
The finger I touch,
Will soon turn red
Ripped from my mother’s womb,
Beaten and burned,
I become a blood thirsty killer.
What am I?
I know a word of letters three. Add two, and fewer there will be
I give you a group of three. One is sitting down, and will never get up. The second eats as much as is given to him, yet is always hungry. The third goes away and never returns.
I have four legs but no tail. Usually I am heard only at night. What am I?
Half-way up the hill, I see thee at last, lying beneath me with thy sounds and sights — A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
When young, I am sweet in the sun.
When middle-aged, I make you gay.
When old, I am valued more than ever.
All about, but cannot be seen,
Can be captured, cannot be held,
No throat, but can be heard.
If you break me
I do not stop working,
If you touch me
I may be snared,
If you lose me
Nothing will matter.
Until I am measured
I am not known,
Yet how you miss me
When I have flown.
I drive men mad
For love of me,
When set loose
I fly away,
Never so cursed
As when I go astray.
Lighter than what
I am made of,
More of me is hidden
Than is seen.
Each morning I appear
To lie at your feet,
All day I will follow
No matter how fast you run,
Yet I nearly perish
In the midday sun.
My life can be measured in hours,
I serve by being devoured.
Thin, I am quick
Fat, I am slow
Wind is my foe.
I am seen in the water
If seen in the sky,
I am in the rainbow,
A jay’s feather,
And lapis lazuli.
That downward thrust,
That never rust.
You heard me before,
Yet you hear me again,
Then I die,
‘Till you call me again.
Three lives have I.
Gentle enough to soothe the skin,
Light enough to caress the sky,
Hard enough to crack rocks.
At the sound of me, men may dream
Or stamp their feet
At the sound of me, women may laugh
Or sometimes weep
What does man love more than life
Fear more than death or mortal strife
What the poor have, the rich require,
and what contented men desire,
What the miser spends and the spendthrift saves
And all men carry to their graves?
I build up castles.
I tear down mountains.
I make some men blind,
I help others to see.
What am I?
Two in a corner,
1 in a room,
0 in a house, but 1 in a shelter. What am I?
Five hundred begins it, five hundred ends it,
Five in the middle is seen;
First of all figures, the first of all letters,
Take up their stations between.
Join all together, and then you will bring
Before you the name of an eminent king.
It cannot be seen, it weighs nothing, but when put into a barrel, it makes it lighter. What is it?
How far will a blind dog walk into a forest?
What happens when you throw a yellow rock into a purple stream?
What starts with a T, ends with a T, and has T in it?
As I went over London Bridge
I met my sister Jenny
I broke her neck and drank her blood
And left her standing empty
Whoever makes it, tells it not.
Whoever takes it, knows it not.
Whoever knows it, wants it not
I am, in truth, a yellow fork
From tables in the sky
By inadvertent fingers dropped
The awful cutlery.
Of mansions never quite disclosed
And never quite concealed
The apparatus of the dark
To ignorance revealed.
— Emily Dickenson
You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see. What am I?
I turn polar bears white
and I will make you cry.
I make guys have to pee
and girls comb their hair.
I make celebrities look stupid
and normal people look like celebrities.
I turn pancakes brown
and make your champagne bubble.
If you squeeze me, I’ll pop.
If you look at me, you’ll pop.
Can you guess the riddle?
Say my name and I disappear. What am I?
What is it that after you take away the whole, some still remains?
A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within. What is it?
Forward I’m heavy, but backwards I’m not. What am I?
Why doesn’t a mountain covered with snow catch cold?
I can be long, or I can be short.
I can be grown, and I can be bought.
I can be painted, or left bare.
I can be round, or square.
What am I?
One by one we fall from heaven
down into the depths of past
And our world is ever upturned
so that yet some time we’ll last
I drift forever with the current
down these long canals they’ve made
Tame, yet wild, I run elusive
Multitasking to your aid.
Before I came, the world was darker
Colder, sometimes, rougher, true
But though I might make living easy,
I’m good at killing people too.
Reaching stiffly for the sky,
I bare my fingers when it’s cold
In warmth I wear an emerald glove
And in between I dress in gold
Kings and queens may cling to power
and the jester’s got his call
But, as you may all discover,
the common one outranks them all
Every dawn begins with me
At dusk I’ll be the first you see
And daybreak couldn’t come without
What midday centers all about
Daises grow from me, I’m told
And when I come, I end all cold
But in the sun I won’t be found
Yet still, each day I’ll be around
Kings and lords and christians raised them
Since they stand for higher powers
Yet few of them would stand, I’m certain,
if women ruled this world of ours
Soft and fragile is my skin
I get my growth in mud
I’m dangerous as much as pretty
For if not careful, I draw blood.
Three brothers share a family sport:
A non-stop marathon
The oldest one is fat and short
And trudges slowly on
The middle brother’s tall and slim
And keeps a steady pace
The youngest runs just like the wind,
A-speeding through the race
“He’s young in years, we let him run,”
The other brothers say
“‘Cause though he’s surely number one,
He’s second, in a way.”
It’s true I bring serenity,
And hang around the stars
But yet I live in misery;
You’ll find me behind bars
With thieves and villains I consort
In prison I’ll be found
But I would never go to court,
Unless there’s more than one
I am a box that holds keys without locks, yet they can unlock your soul. What am I?
There once was a strange man who loved wordplay, he had a very important and successful business that would take insect shipments from all across the world and distribute them to zoos across the US.
What was the name of his company?
There is one word that stands the test of time and holds fast to the center of everything. Though everyone will try at least once in their life to move around this word, but in fact, unknowingly, they use it every moment of the day. Young or old, awake or in sleep, human or animal, this word stands fast. It belongs to everyone, to all living things, but no one can master it. The word is?
My days are in the summer
When you’ll eat me when I’m hot
In fact I’ll even eat myself
Where battles tough are fought
But when you find me in a fight
‘Twill be high in the sky
And if you catch me napping
I suggest you let me lie
When you’re bad come to my house
From Ma get thoughts profound
Am I big or am I small?
Some say I’m just a pound.
My first is twice in apple but not once in tart. My second is in liver but not in heart. My third is in giant and also in ghost. Whole I’m best when I am roast. What am I?
What gets wetter as it dries?
This is a most unusual paragraph. How quickly can you find out what is so unusual about it? It looks so ordinary you’d think nothing was wrong with it – and in fact, nothing is wrong with it. It is unusual though. Why? Study it, think about it, and you may find out. Try to do it without coaching. If you work at it for a bit it will dawn on you. So jump to it and try your skill at figuring it out. Good luck – don’t blow your cool!
When you went into the woods you got me.
You hated me yet you wanted to find me.
You went home with me cause you couldn’t find me
What was it?
An iron horse with a flaxen tail.
The faster the horse runs,
the shorter his tail becomes.
What is it?
You have to travel far before you turn it over. What is it?
A mile from end to end, yet as close to as a friend. A precious commodity, freely given. Seen on the dead and on the living. Found on the rich, poor, short and tall, but shared among children most of all. What is it?
I’m full of holes, yet I’m full of water. What am I?
Four of us are in your field
But our differences keep us at yield
First, a one that is no fool
Though he resembles a gardener’s tool
Next, one difficult to split in two
And a girl once had one as big as her shoe
Then, to the mind, one’s a lovely bonder
And truancy makes it grow fonder
Last, a stem connecting dots of three
Knowing all this, what are we?
I am a word of meanings three.
Three ways of spelling me there be.
The first is an odour, a smell if you will.
The second some money, but not in a bill.
The third is past tense, a method of passing things on or around.
Can you tell me now, what these words are, that have the same sound?
It’s red, blue, purple and green, no one can reach it, not even the queen. What is it?
What question can you never honestly answer yes to?
What has a neck and no head, two arms but no hands?
I live in water
If you cut my head I’m at your door,
If you cut my tail I’m fruit,
If you cut both I’m with you
What am I?
Feed me and I live, give me drink and I die. What am I?
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?
A man went to the hardware store to buy items for his house.
1 would cost $.25
12 would cost $.50
122 would cost $.75
When he left the store he had spent $.75, what did he buy?
What makes a loud noise when changing its jacket, becomes larger but weighs less?
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
I am a word of 5 letters and people eat me. If you remove the first letter I become a form of energy. Remove the first two and I’m needed to live. Scramble the last 3 and you can drink me. What am I?
Before any changes I’m a garlic or spice. My first is altered and I’m a hand-warming device. My second is changed and I’m trees in full bloom. The next letter change makes a deathly old tomb. Change the fourth to make a fruit of the vine. Change the last for a chart plotted with lines. What was I? What did I become? What did I turn out to be?
A woman shoots her husband, then holds him under water for five minutes. Finally, she hangs him. Five minutes later they enjoy a wonderful dinner together. How can this be?
Remove six letters from this sequence to reveal a familiar English word. BSAINXLEATNTEARS
Alive without breath,
As cold as death,
Clad in mail never clinking,
Never thirsty, ever drinking
I can always go up, never down,
I can always turn left, never right,
I am always hot when I’m cold
A cowboy rides into town on Friday, stays for three days and leaves on Friday. How did he do it?
What has roots that nobody sees,
Is taller than trees,
Up, up it goes,
Yet it never grows?
This thing all things devours,
Birds, beasts, trees, and flowers.
Gnaws iron bites steel,
Grinds hard stones to meal,
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down
It cannot be seen, it cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt,
Lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
Comes first follows after,
Ends life kills laughter.
An eye in a blue face
Saw an eye in a green face.
‘That eye is like this eye’
Said the first eye,
But in a low, not high place.
I’m lighter than air but a million men can’t lift me. What am I?
A man is born in 1946 and dies in 1947, yet he was 86 years old. How is that possible?
I go in hard.
I come out soft.
You blow me hard.
What am I?
Two words is my answer. In order to keep me, you have to give me. What am I?
If you drop me I’m sure to crack but give me a smile and I’ll always smile back
What does this represent?
What does this represent?
Old Mother Twitchet had one eye
and a long tail that she let fly.
And every time she went through a gap,
she left some tail in the trap
Little Miss Eticote
In her white petticoat
And her red nose
The longer she stands
The shorter she grows
Only one color, but not one size,
stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies;
present in sun, but not in rain;
doing no harm, and feeling no pain.
What force and strength cannot get through,
I, with a gentle touch, can do.
And many in the street would stand,
were I not a friend at hand.
Round like an apple, deep like a cup,
yet all the king’s horses cannot pull it up.
Thirty white horses on a red hill,
first champ, then stamp, and then stand still
Black we are and much admired,
men seek us if they are tired,
We tire the horse, comfort man,
guess this riddle if you can.
Weight in my belly;
trees on my back;
nails in my ribs;
feet I do lack.
What holds two people together but touches only one?
What lives in the corner but travels the world?
I’m white, I’m round, but not always around. Sometimes you see me, sometimes you don’t. What am I?
There are two meanings to me. With one I may need to be broken, with the other I hold on. My favorite characteristic is my charming dimple. What am I?
Toss me out of the window,
You’ll find a grieving wife,
Pull me back but through the door, and
Watch someone give life!
What am I?
What has a head, one arm, one leg and a round bottom?
I have an end but no beginning, a home but no family, a space without room. I never speak but there is no word I cannot make. What am I?
I go in dry and come out wet, The longer I’m in, the stronger I get. What am I?