Test your brain with this list of easy and hard rhyming riddles. You can check the answers if you need them.
Held firmly in the hands, like a sword it cuts deep.
Bloodless strokes, all, then forward we leap.
In the evening I'm long, in the morning I'm small;
When seen in a ballroom, I'm nothing at all.
What am I?
Take me for a spin and I'll make you cool,
but use me when it's cool and you're a fool.
What am I?
Not a burden for its weight and daily carried out,
He who takes it wishes it had never come about.
A metal neither black nor red,
as heavy as man's golden greed.
What you do to stay ahead,
with friend or foe or arrow and steed.
Upon me you can tread, though softly under cover.
And I will take you places, that you have yet to discover.
I'm high, and I'm low, though flat in the middle.
And though a joy to the children, adults think of me little.
I am everywhere.
Nothing can compare.
Run and hide and I will still be there
Because everything is mine to share.
No need to seek me out,
Though, you may just run out.
What am I?
I saw a fight the other day;
A damsel did begin the fray.
She with her daily friend did meet,
then standing in the open street,
she gave such hard and sturdy blows,
he bled ten gallons at the nose;
yet neither seemed to faint nor fall,
nor gave her an abuse at all.
My first is in spell, but not book.
My second is in fright and also shook.
My third is in cauldron, but never in pot.
My fourth is in net and also in knot.
My fifth is in bat, but never in vampire.
My sixth is in coal, but not found in fire.
My seventh is in moon, but not in night.
A most delicious thing.
It can be given but cannot be kept.
Some awake from it after they've slept.
It is the moistest and softest butterfly wing,
But when it is the last even it can sting.
They made me a mouth, but didn't give me breath.
Water gives me life, but the sun brings me death.
A single syllable do I claim,
black was my most famous name;
Fetal to mortals here below,
thousands have I slain in a single blow.
It floats over the land,
It cuts the tallest mountain,
Its voice is like a fountain,
Its body like a snake,
Will flow into a lake.
My first is in ocean but never in sea.
My second's in wasp but never in bee.
My third is in glider and also in flight.
My whole is a creature that comes out at night.
An utensil used for bread.
Also a paper cutter.
Used by a thug to take a life,
Or wielded by the tamest wife,
When used to spread the butter.
Instead of going to Nineveh, I decided to bail.
Thrown overboard while out to sea, I was swallowed up by a whale.
Who am I?
A necessity to some, a treasure to many,
I'm best enjoyed among pleasant company.
Some like me hot, some like me cold.
Some prefer mild, some like me bold.
What am I?
His eyes were raging, that scraggly beast.
His lips were bursting, with rows of angry teeth.
Upon his back a razor was found.
It was a fearsome battle we fought,
my life – or his, one would be bought.
And when we were through,
and death chilled the air,
we cut out his heart, and ate it with flair.
A beacon from home to guide your way.
It can be a lifesaver on a stormy day.
What is it?
More precious than gold, but cannot be bought,
Can never be sold, only earned if it's sought,
If it is broken it can still be mended,
At birth it can't start nor by death is it ended.
Small, containing light,
You'll need it in the dark,
It will provide that spark,
and shine into the night.
Will light up any pyre,
'Cause it can help make a fire.
I love to wake up at noon
And help with the many jobs
I prefer the countryside to the city
I help produce the things you eat
What am I?
I can fill a room but take up no space.
Look out at night, and I am in no place.
What am I?
Black within and red without,
With four corners round about.
What am I?
When I was tasked with what seemed impossible, I didn’t just refuse and frown.
I marched the people round Jericho and the walls came tumbling down.
Who am I?
I am the fountain from which no one can drink.
For many I am considered a necessary link.
Like gold to all I am sought for,
but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.
I'm named after nothing, though I'm awfully clamorous.
And when I'm not working, your house is less glamorous.
What am I?
Soldiers line up spaced with pride.
Two long rows lined side by side.
One sole unit can decide,
if the rows will unite or divide.
A most complex construction,
Of creation and destruction,
Of good and evil deeds,
Of noblest thought and basest needs,
A species in the lead,
Immortal 'til we bleed.
I grown from darkness but shine with a pale light.
Very round I am, and always a lady's delight.
Snake coiled round and round.
Snake deep below the ground.
Snake that's never had a head.
Snake that binds but not with dread.
A hundred years I once did live,
and often wholesome food did give,
yet all that time I ne'er did roam,
so much as a half a mile from my home,
my days were spent devoid of strife,
until at last I lost my life.
And since my death – I pray give ear,
I oft have traveled far and near.
A green jacket covers my arms.
Don’t ever steal my Lucky Charms.
Who am I?
My life is often a volume of grief,
your help is needed to turn a new leaf.
Stiff is my spine and my body is pale.
But I'm always ready to tell a tale.
What am I?
I love to dance and twist and prance,
I shake my tail, as away I sail,
wingless I fly into the sky.
What am I?
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light,
Grown in the darkness, a lady's delight.
What am I?
I have many feathers to help me fly.
I have a body and head, but I'm not alive.
It is your strength that determines how far I go.
You can hold me in your, but I'm never thrown.
What am I?
I give people a huge fright,
but at the end I'm sweet.
I normally celebrate at night,
when there's less heat.
What am I?
Violet, indigo, blue and green, yellow, orange and red;
these are the colors you have seen after the storm has fled.
What am I?
I am beautiful, up in the sky.
I am magical, yet I cannot fly.
To people I bring luck, to some people, riches.
The boy at my end does whatever he wishes.
What am I?
It's small but larger than a bee,
And agile as a flea.
It humms but does not buzz,
And it's not covered with fuzz.
It is a small collector,
Of juicy flower nectar.
I'm tall in the morning and short in the noon.
I disappear at night but I will be back soon.
I scribble forms of the finest letter,
And repel elements of the harshest weather.
I am an arrow-aimer
and a dust-breaker.
A precious stone, as clear as diamond.
Seek it out while the sun's near the horizon.
Though you can walk on water with its power,
try to keep it, and it'll vanish in an hour.
In we go, out we go.
All around and in a row.
Always, always steady flow.
When we'll stop, you'll never known.
In we go, out we go.
To you, rude would I never be,
Though I flag my tongue for all to see.
It had so many locks that don’t need a key.
It was far too many for you to count.
It was never to be shortened, for a vow had been said.
It was a symbol of strength that flowed from the head.
But in a moment of weakness, its secret was out,
it lays all in pieces when she gave the shout.
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?
It is a big and bulky mammal,
And has a trunk just like a tree.
Will store water in its nose,
Which is long and like a hose.
I have an eye but cannot see,
You'll head inside when you see me.
Above all things have I been placed
Thus have I, a man disgraced.
I describe sunlight or lock
But after all, I'm just a rock.
It is a part of us, and then replaced.
It escapes our bodies, to a better place.
The world becomes its sizeable home.
Its passions unrestrained, the planet it roams.
As soft as silk, as white as milk,
as bitter as gall, a thick green wall,
and a green coat covers me all.
It can pierce the best armor and make swords crumble with a rub,
yet for all its power It can't harm a wooden club.
A useful thing, hard, firm, and white, outside in shaggy robe bedight;
Hallowed within right cleverly, it goes to work both white and dry.
When after labor it comes back, you'll find it moist and very black;
for service it is ready ever, and fails the hand that guides it never.
It hisses but it's not a snake.
It holds water but it's not a lake.
When it's done you hear it scream.
Pour from it and add some cream.
I am found by the ocean and offer you a bed.
Whether you want me or not, to your house I am led?
Within passion's fruit they will be found,
and more of them in the pomegranate's crown.
Rowed they are within an apple's core,
yet other fruits have them more.
And though the nectarine has but one,
still, this is all just in fun.
Playing hide and seek- a children's game.
Finding out each player is just the same.
He calls in the morning, the day to renew,
if his owner gets hungry, he'll be turned to stew.
What is he?
Oh lord! I am not worthy!
I bend my limbs to the ground.
I cry, yet without a sound.
Let me drink of waters deep.
And in silence I will weep.
I saw a man in white, he looked quite a sight.
He was not old, but he stood in the cold.
And when he felt the sun, he started to run.
Who could he be? Please answer me.
He's big, old and fluffy,
And looking rather scruffy.
He always needs a shave.
It's best to just avoid him,
And leave him in his cave.
It stands upright and can be quite grand.
Its secret is not hidden but right at hand.
What is it?
They belong to me; they belong to you;
They can make you feel happy or make you feel blue;
They never end until the day you do.
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?
It's voice is like a burp,
Will swallow with a slurp,
You'll never hear it chirp.
Kiss it with a wince,
Might turn into a prince.
Seven brothers, five work all day,
The other two, just play or pray.
Tucked out of sight. I sing best at night.
No instrument around, but you'll find me on the ground.
What am I?
I am a strange creature, Hovering in the air,
Moving from here to there, with a brilliant flare.
Some say I sing, but others say I have no voice.
So I just hum - as a matter of choice.
What am I?
Brown I am and much admired;
many horses have I tried;
tire a horse and worry a man;
tell me this riddle if you can.
I can be red, blue, purple, and green.
No one can reach me, not even the queen.
What am I?
I always run but never walk,
I sometimes sing but cannot talk,
No head on which a hat to place,
You always look me in the face.
It gives everything and then takes it away,
It governs destinies and fates,
It changes and it never waits,
It rules the cards and dice each day,
Is part of any game we play.
Sleeping during the day, I hide away.
Watchful through the night, I open at dawn's light.
But only for the briefest time, do I shine.
And then I hide away. And sleep through the day.
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.
Flour of England, fruit of Spain,
Met together in a shower of rain;
Put in a bag tied round with a string,
If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a ring.
In a tree you'll find me moving slow as can be.
My name is a sin but from them I am free.
What am I?
A third from the sun, and not much else since the world's begun.
Some may weigh a metric ton. Is a synonym for fun.
Made a zeppelin take flight.
A big thing at Isle of Wight.
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old.
I make juice that's the color of gold.
Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.
While I did live, I food did give, which many one did daily eat.
Now being dead, you see they tread me under feet about the street.
I am small, but, when entire,
of force to set a town on fire;
Let but one letter disappear,
I then can hold a herd of deer;
Take one more off, and then you'll find
I once contained all human kind.
Crooked as a rainbow, and slick as a plate,
Ten thousand horses can't pull it straight.
What am I?
So beautiful and cold,
So young and yet so old,
Alive but always dead,
Still hungry when has fed,
Will die if it is bled,
Or you cut off its head.
My first is high,
My second damp,
My whole a tie,
A writer's cramp.
It is in every mountain, it's not in any hill,
it's not in all the world, and yet it's in the mill.
Plow and hoe, reap and sow,
What soon does every farmer grow?
We are all around, yet to us you are half blind.
Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find.
For me, much blood has been shed.
I have two faces but only bear one head.
What am I?
They make no sense at all,
In them you either fly or fall.
They make you do it all.
Their need is biologic,
but they are most illogic.
They are not real but still can be achieved,
If they are just believed.
I stand up tall and made of steel,
with baguettes and garlic at my heel.
I love the colours red, white and blue,
but obviously not as much as you.
I am a marvel for all to see,
though to some I am a monstrosity!
What am I?
Tool of thief, toy of queen.
Always used to be unseen.
Sign of joy, sign of sorrow.
Giving all likeness borrowed.
It sat upon a willow tree, and sang softly unto me.
Easing my pain and sorrow with its song. I wished to fly, but tarried long.
And in my suffering, the willow was like a cool clear spring.
What was it that helped me so? To spend my time in my woe.
We are emeralds and diamonds,
Lost by the moon;
Found by the sun,
And picked up soon.
This has been divided three times because of what God decided.
It became the threshold of many new things and the limit for many things.
Once an ark was in its place and God’s son I chose to embrace.
What is it?
Deep, deep, do they go.
Spreading out as they go.
Never needing any air.
They are sometimes as fine as hair.
Yellow and blue combined you’ll see; if you don’t want a pinch, be sure to wear me! What am I?
See answerMy first is second in line;
I send shivers up your spine;
not quite shining bright
I glitter in the light.
I can invent dreams or open the skies.
It's easy to use me, just close your eyes.
What am I?
When liquid splashes me, none seeps through.
When I am moved a lot, liquid I spew.
When I am hit, color I change.
And color, I come in quite a range.
What I cover is very complex,
And I am very easy to flex.
With thieves I consort,
With the Vilest, in short,
I'm quite at ease in depravity,
Yet all divines use me,
And savants can't lose me,
For I am the century of gravity.
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