RIDDLES Riddle: I have many tongues but cannot taste By me, most thigs are turned to waste I crack and snap, yet I stay whole I may take the largest toll I assisted all of the first men And I will pay them back again Around me, people snuggle and sleep Yet run when I am released from my keep I jump around and leap and bound The cold man whishes I he had found What am I? Answer: Fire ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Riddle: My first is in wield, sever bones and marrow. My second is in blade, forged in cold steel. My third is in arbalest, and also in arrows. My fourth is in power, plunged through a shield. My fifth is in honour, and also in vows My last will put an end to it all. What am I? Answer: Weapon ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Riddle: My first is foremost legally, My second circles outwardly, My third leads all in victory, My fourth ends twice a nominee
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RIDDLES
Riddle:
I have many tongues but cannot tasteBy me, most thigs are turned to wasteI crack and snap, yet I stay wholeI may take the largest tollI assisted all of the first menAnd I will pay them back againAround me, people snuggle and sleepYet run when I am released from my keepI jump around and leap and boundThe cold man whishes I he had found
My first is in wield, sever bones and marrow.My second is in blade, forged in cold steel.My third is in arbalest, and also in arrows.My fourth is in power, plunged through a shield.My fifth is in honour, and also in vowsMy last will put an end to it all.
High from heav'n her eye looks down,Constant strife excites her frown;Winged beings shun her sight,She puts the youth to instant flight.The aged too her looks do scout;Oh! oh! the fugitive cries out.And by her snares whoe'er is luredCan never of his sin been cured.
High from heav'n her eye looks down,Constant strife excites her frown;Winged beings shun her sight,She puts the youth to instant flight.The aged too her looks do scout;
Oh! oh! the fugitive cries out.And by her snares whoe'er is luredCan never of his sin been cured.
Who am I?
Answer: I don't know the answer so e-mail me if you know the answer
Suggestions Received: wind storm, hurricane, tornado, darkness or night, leaf, ancient (red) dragon, death, moon, sun, arrow, Medusa, lycanthropy
A handless man had a letter to write,And he who read it had lost his sight;The dumb repeated it word for word,And deaf was the man who listened and heard.
Who am I?
Answer: I don't know the answer so e-mail me if you know the answer
Suggestions Received: silence, troglidyte, imagination, desire, sun, nothing, the one least expected, death, love, tape recorder, faith, riddle, thought, apathy, gossip, contradiction, lie, want, musical note, fight, malediction (curse), evil, human detemination, typewriter, cursed scroll, sign language, brail, dream, human brain
There is one that has a head without an eye,And there's one that has an eye without a head.You may find the answer if you try;And when all is said,Half the answer hangs by a thread.
In the dark night flies a many-hued phantom.It soars and spreads its wingsabove the gloomy human crowd.The whole world calls to it,the whole world implores it.At dawn the phantom vanishesto be reborn in every heart.And every night it is born anewand every day it dies!
Of no use to oneYet absolute bliss to two.The small boy gets it for nothing.The young man has to lie for it.The old man has to buy it.The baby's right,The lover's privilege,The hypocrite's mask.To the young girl, faith;To the married woman, hope;To the old maid, charity.
I cut through evil like a double edged sword,And chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise,Through battles fought with heart and mind, Instead of with my gaze.
It holds most knowledge that has ever been said; But is not the brain, is not the head.To feathers and their masters, 'tis both bane and boon. . . One empty, and one full.
A golden treasure that never stays; The coin whose face gives wealth to all.Strands, nuggets, and dust of gold are all bought with its shining grace. . .And all are more precious than any gleaming metal.
Inside me the adventurous find Quests and treasures of every kind.Trolls, goblins, orcs, and more, await Within my closed walls forAll those that wish to visit me. Your hands are the keyTo secrets untold, And your mind will unlock the door.
Stronger than steel, And older than time;They are more patient than death and shall stand even when the stars have ceased to shine.Their strength is embedded in roots buried deepWhere the sands and frosts of ages can never hope to touch or reach.
Creatures of power, creatures of grace, Creatures of beauty, creatures of strength.As for their lives, they set everything's pace,For all things must come to live under their emerald embrace. . .Either in their life, or in their death.
As destructive as life, As healing as death;An institutioner of strife, Just as prone to bless.It is all that is good, Yet with an evil trend;As it was the beginning of things, It can also be the end.
What am I?
Answer:Fire, but Love also seems to work (though it was not the intended
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 findThat away I will go, a relief for some; At least until tomorrow morning comes.
When you look into my face, I shall never lie;Instead be but a window into your soul, whether there light or shadows hide;As in me many see their deaths where others see their lives;In this deny me many try, but they simply twist their knives;For though prejudiced to some I may seem, THE LIE IS THEIR OWN LIVES.
You get many of me, but never enough.After the last one, your life soon will snuff.You may have one of me but one day a year,When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
I make you weak at the worst of all times.I keep you safe, I keep you fine.I make your hands sweat, and your heart grow cold,I visit the weak, but seldom the bold.
Double my number, I'm less than a score,Half of my number is less than four.Add one to my double when bakers are near,Days of the week are still greater, I fear.
I weaken all men for hours each day.I show you strange visions while you are away.I take you by night, by day take you back,None suffer to have me, but do from my lack.
It is more beautiful than the face of your love.It is more scary than your worst fear.Dead men eat it all the time.If a live man eats it, he soon will die.
There are four brothers in this world that were all born together:The first he runs and never wearies,The second eats and is never full.The third he drinks and is ever thirsty,And the fourth sings a song that is never good.
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills.It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
This thing all things devours:Birds, beast,trees, flowers;Gnaws iron, bites steel;Grinds hard stones to meal;Slays king, ruins town,And beats high mountain down.
A beggar's brother went out to sea and drowned.But the man who drowned had no brother.What was the relationship between the man who drowned and the beggar?
First will be lastLast will be firstand all in between will also be cursedopen the door, and the thing will be thereso be carefull and beware ! speak, frie
Man of old, it is toldWould search until he tired,Not for gold, ne'er be sold,But what sought he was fire. Man today, thou mayst say,Has quite another aim,In places deep, he did seek,To find me for his gain!
This creature, part man and part tree,hates the termite as much as the flea.His tracks do not match,and his limbs may detach,but he's not a strange creature to see.
In marble halls as white as milk,Lined with a skin as soft as silk,Within a fountain crystal-clear,A golden apple doth appear.No doors there are to this stronghold,Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
'Twas in heaven pronounced, and 'twas muttered in hell,An echo caught faintly the sound as it fell;On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest,And the depths of the ocean its presence confessed;'Twill be found in the sphere when 'tis riven asunder,Be seen in the lightning and heard in the thunder.'Twas allotted to man with his earliest breath,Attends him at birth, and awaits him in death,Presides o'er his happiness, honor, and health,Is the prop of his house, and the end of his wealth.In the heaps of the miser 'tis hoarded with care,But is sure to be lost on the prodigal heir.It begins every hope, every wish it must bound,With the husbandman toils, and with monarchs is crowned.Without it the soldier, the seamn may roam,But woe to the wretch who expels it from home!In the whispers of conscience its voice will be found,Nor e'en in the whirlwind of passion be drowned.'Twill not soften the heart; but though deaf be the ear,It will make it acutely and instantly hear.Yet in shade let it rest, like a delicate flower,Ah... breathe on it softly, - it dies in an hour.
As I was going to St. Ives,I met a man who had seven wives.Each wife had seven sacks,Each sack had seven cats,Each cat had seven kits.Kits, cats, sacks and wives,How many were going to St. Ives?
