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| Date | A Year of Riddles Riddle | Answers |
|---|---|---|
| January 1 | 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. | V |
| January 2 | I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind. | Spider |
| January 3 | What flies forever, Rests never? | Wind |
| January 4 | I appear in the morning. But am always there. You can never see me. Though I am everywhere. By night I am gone, though I sometimes never was. Nothing can defeat me. But I am easily gone. | Sunlight |
| January 5 | I crawl on the earth. And rise on a pillar. | Shadow |
| January 6 | They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere. | Hands |
| January 7 | What must be in the oven yet can not be baked? Grows in the heat yet shuns the light of day? What sinks in water but rises with air? Looks like skin but is fine as hair? | Yeast |
| January 8 | I have holes on the top and bottom. I have holes on my left and on my right. And I have holes in the middle, Yet I still hold water. | Sponge |
| January 9 | What can be swallowed, But can also swallow you? | Pride |
| January 10 | 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. | Birthday |
| January 11 | I run around the city, but I never move. | Wall |
| January 12 | As a whole, I am both safe and secure. Behead me, I become a place of meeting. Behead me again, I am the partner of ready. Restore me, I become the domain of beasts. | Stable |
| January 13 | Two horses, swiftest traveling, harnessed in a pair, and grazing ever in places. Distant from them. | Eyes |
| January 14 | At the sound of me, men may dream. Or stamp their feet. At the sound of me, women may laugh. Or sometimes weep. | Music |
| January 15 | To unravel me you need a simple key, no key that was made by locksmith's hand. But a key that only I will understand. | Riddle |
| January 16 | Long and think, red within, with a nail at the end. | Finger |
| January 17 | I'm sometimes white and always wrong. I can break a heart and hurt the strong. I can build love or tear it down. I can make a smile or bring a frown. | Lie |
| January 18 | You can tumble in it, roll in it, burn it, animal eat it. Used to cover floors, still used beyond stall doors. Freshens whatever it is placed on. Absorbs whatever is poured into it. | Hay |
| January 19 | I come in winter. I cannot see, hear, or feel. I can't eat, But you can eat parts of me. | Snowman |
| January 20 | Sometimes I am loud. And viewed with distaste. Poke out my "eye", then I'm on the front of your face. | Noise |
| January 21 | What is it that has four legs, one head, and a foot? | Bed |
| January 22 | What makes a loud noise when changing its jacket. Becomes larger but weighs less? | Popcorn |
| January 23 | I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red. | Fire |
| January 24 | Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie? | Mind |
| January 25 | No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month. | Calendar |
| January 26 | What can burn the eyes, sting the mouth, yet be consumed? | Salt |
| January 27 | What an fill a room but takes up no space? | Light |
| January 28 | It occurs once in every minute. Twice in every moment and yet never in one hundred thousand years. | M |
| January 29 | With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite. | Stapler |
| January 30 | It holds most knowledge that has ever been said. But is not the brain, is not the head. To feathers and their masters, it's both bane and boon One empty, and one full. | Paper |
| January 31 | 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. | Stairs |
| 1-Feb | 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. | Smile |
| 2-Feb | I have a hundred legs, but cannot stand. I have a long neck, but no head. I cannot see. I'm neat and tidy as can be. | Broom |
| 3-Feb | Flat as a leaf, round as a ring. Has two eyes, can't see a thing. | Button |
| 4-Feb | I don't think or eat or slumber. Or move around or fear thunder. Just like you I look the same but I can't harm you or be your bane. | Doll |
| 5-Feb | 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. | Egg |
| 6-Feb | What is it that you must give before you can keep it. | Word |
| 7-Feb | I dig out tiny caves and store gold and silver in them. I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold. They are the smallest you could imagine. Sooner or later everybody needs my help. Yet many people are afraid to let me help them. | Dentist |
| 8-Feb | What is long and slim, works in light. Has but one eye, and an awful bite? | Needle |
| 9-Feb | What lies in a tunnel of darkness. That can only attack when pulled back? | Bullet |
| 10-Feb | What has six faces and twenty-one eyes? | Die |
| 11-Feb | Until I am measured. I am not known, yet how you miss me when I have flown. | Time |
| 12-Feb | Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin. Light enough to caress the sky. Hard enough to crack rocks. | Water |
| 13-Feb | I wear a red robe, with staff in hand, and a stone in my throat. | Cherry |
| 14-Feb | A warrior amongst the flowers, he bears a thrusting sword. He uses it whenever he must, to defend his golden hoard. | Bee |
| 15-Feb | I hide but my head is outside. | Nail |
| 16-Feb | A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful. | Smoke |
| 17-Feb | You can spin, wheel and twist. But this thing can turn without moving. | Milk |
| 18-Feb | Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die. | Castle |
| 19-Feb | When they are caught, they are thrown away. When they escape, you itch all day. | Fleas |
| 20-Feb | 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. | Nothing |
| 21-Feb | 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. | Tides |
| 22-Feb | A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father. My son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place. And I'm the torment of man. | Rain |
| 23-Feb | Born of earth, but with none of its strength. Molded by flame, but with none of its power. Shaped | Glass |
| 24-Feb | Remove the outside. Cook the inside. Eat the outside. Throw away the inside. | Corn |
| 25-Feb | This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss. | Dream |
| 26-Feb | There is an ancient invention. Still used in some parts of the world today. That allows people to see through walls. | Window |
| 27-Feb | Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground. | Tree |
| 28-Feb | Metal or bone I may be, many teeth I have and always bared. Yet my bite harms no one. And ladies delight in my touch. | Comb |
| March 1 | I am a fire's best friend. When fat, my body fills with wind. When pushed to thin, through my nose I blow. Then you can watch the embers glow. | Bellows |
| March 2 | 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 code, but in the sun I won't be found. Yet still, each day I'll be around. | D |
| March 3 | You heart it speak, for it has a hard tongue. But it cannot breathe, for it has not a lung. | Bell |
| March 4 | 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. | Justice |
| March 5 | The eight of us move forth and back. To protect our king from the foes attack. | Pawns |
| March 6 | He has one and a person has two. A citizen has three. And a human being has four. A personality has five. And an inhabitant of earth has six. | Syllable |
| March 7 | If you break me, I do not stop working. If you touch me, I may be snared. If you lose me, nothing will matter. | Heart |
| March 8 | What's in the middle of nowhere? | H |
| March 9 | What force and strength cannot get through. I, with a gentle touch, can do. Many in the street would stand. Were I not a friend at hand. | Key |
| March 10 | Often held but never touched. Always wet but never rusts. Often bits but seldom bit. To use it well you must have wit. | Tongue |
| March 11 | As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up. | Well |
| March 12 | He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him. | Thistle |
| March 13 | Power enough to smash ships and crush roofs. Yet it still must fear the sun. | Ice |
| March 14 | What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble? | Space |
| March 15 | I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes. | Prince |
| March 16 | What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven? | Smoke |
| March 17 | Inside a great blue castle lives a shy young maid. She blushes in the morning and comes not out at night. | Sun |
| March 18 | This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face. | Clock |
| March 19 | A word I know, six letters it contains. Subtract just one and twelve remains. | Dozens |
| March 20 | I go in hard and dry. I come out soft and sticky. You can blow me. | Gum |
| March 21 | I am the yellow hem of the sea's blue skirt. | Beach |
| March 22 | A skin have I, more eyes than one. I can be very nice when I am done. | Potato |
| March 23 | I have four legs but no tail. Usually I am heard only at night. | Frog |
| March 24 | A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass. | Dew |
| March 25 | Break it and it is better, immediately set and harder to break again. | Record |
| March 26 | Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun. | Shadow |
| March 27 | What do you throw out to use and take in when you're done? | Anchor |
| March 28 | What is it which builds things up? Lays mountains low? Dries up lakes, and makes things grow? Cares not a whim about your passing? And is like few other things, because it is everlasting? | Time |
| March 29 | 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. | Oil |
| March 30 | 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. | Sunrise |
| March 31 | A seed am I, three letters make my name. Take away two and I still sound the same. | Pea |
| April 1 | In the middle of night, I surround the gong. In the middle of sight, I end the song. | G |
| April 2 | Look into my face and I'm everybody. Scratch my back and I'm nobody. | Mirror |
| April 3 | Two brothers we are, great burdens we bear. All day we are bitterly pressed. Yet this I will say, we are full all the day, and empty when go to rest. | Boots |
| April 4 | They can be harbored, but few hold water. You can nurse them, but only by holding them against someone else. You can carry them, but not with your arms. You can bury them, but not in the earth. | Grudge |
| April 5 | What is it that was given to you, belongs only to you. And yet your friends use it more than you do? | Name |
| April 6 | By Moon or by Sun, I shall be found. Yet I am undone, if there's no light around. | Shadow |
| April 7 | What do you use to hoe a row, slay a foe, and wring with woe? | Hands |
| April 8 | We travel much, yet prisoners are, and close confined to boot. Yet with any horse, we will keep the pace, and will always go on foot. | Spurs |
| April 9 | Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see. | Glasses |
| April 10 | I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things. | Arrow |
| April 11 | I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities. | Lava |
| April 12 | I look at you, you look at me, I raise my right, you raise your left. | Mirror |
| April 13 | What is the thing which, once poured out, cannot be gathered again? | Rain |
| April 14 | It is a part of us, and then replaced. It escapes out bodies, to a better place. The world becomes its sizeable home. Its passions unrestraint, the planet it roams. | Water |
| April 15 | What word starts with "E", ends with "E", but only has one letter? It is not the letter "E". | Envelope |
| April 16 | A hole in a pole, though I fill a hole in white. I'm used more by the day, and less by the night. | Eye |
| April 17 | I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see. | Cloud |
| April 18 | I'm full of holes, yet I'm full of water. | Sponge |
| April 19 | Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out. | Gun |
| April 20 | What animal keeps the best time? | Watchdog |
| April 21 | What kind of room has no windows or doors? | Mushroom |
| April 22 | I have legs but walk not, a strong back but work not. Two good arms but reach not. A seat but sit and tarry not. | Chair |
| April 23 | It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it. | Fate |
| April 24 | Not born, but from a Mother's body drawn. I hang until half of me is gone. I sleep in a cave until I grow old. Then valued for my hardened gold. | Cheese |
| April 25 | 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. | Feather |
| April 26 | Hands she has but does not hold. Teeth she has but does not bite. Feet she has but they are cold. Eyes she has but without sight. | Doll |
| April 27 | Only two backbones and thousands of ribs. | Railroad |
| April 28 | Hard iron on horse. Cow's hide on man. | Shoe |
| April 29 | What word is the same written forward, backward and upside down? | Noon |
| April 30 | I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music. | Soul |
| May 1 | I am seen in the water. If seen in the sky, I am in the rainbow, a jay's feather, and lapis lazuli. | Blue |
| May 2 | You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows. | Soap |
| May 3 | Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again. | Thunder |
| May 4 | Where can you find roads without cars, forests without trees and cities without houses? | Map |
| May 5 | A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight. | Whip |
| May 6 | Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red. | Match |
| May 7 | Mountains will crumble and temples will fall. And no man can survive its endless call. | Time |
| May 8 | What has wings, but can not fly. Is enclosed, but can outside also lie. Can open itself up, or close itself away. Is the place of kings and queens and doggerel of every means. What is it upon which I stand? Which can lead us to different lands. | Stage |
| May 9 | I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison. | Heart |
| May 10 | I am the tool, for inspiring many. Buy me in the store, for not much more than a penny. Don't overuse me, or my usefulness will go. | Pen |
| May 11 | What goes through a door but never goes in. And never comes out? | Keyhole |
| May 12 | What goes up when the rain comes down? | Umbrella |
| May 13 | I occur twice in eternity. And I'm always within sight. | T |
| May 14 | Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make. | Skeleton |
| May 15 | The sun bakes them, the hand breaks them, the foot treads on them, and the mouth tastes them. | Grapes |
| May 16 | I have many feathers to help me fly. I have a body and head, but I'm not alive. It is your strength which determines how far I go. You can hold me in your hand, but I'm never thrown. | Arrow |
| May 17 | What's black when you get it, red when you use it, and white when you're all through with it? | Charcoal |
| May 18 | What has four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon, and three legs in the evening? | Man |
| May 19 | Take off my skin, I won't cry, but you will. | Onion |
| May 20 | Hold the tail, while I fish for you. | Net |
| May 21 | I am so simple that I can only point. Yet I guide men all over the world. | Compass |
| May 22 | Iron roof, glass walls, burns and burns and never falls. | Lantern |
| May 23 | Late afternoons I often bathe. I'll soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through. My see through clothes. Used up am I - I've gone to pot. | Teabag |
| May 24 | What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate? | Thief |
| May 25 | What can bring back the dead. Make us cry, make us laugh, make us young. Born in an instant yet lasts a life time? | Memory |
| May 26 | I have a neck but no head. I have a body but no arm. I have a bottom but no leg. | Bottle |
| May 27 | A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye. | Flower |
| May 28 | Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme. | Orange |
| May 29 | A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four. | Chess |
| May 30 | He has married many women but has never married. | Priest |
| May 31 | In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth. | Log |
| June 1 | 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. | Sleep |
| June 2 | I saw a strange creature. Long, hard, and straight, thrusting into a round, dark opening. Preparing to discharge its load of lives. Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it, then a final screech as it slowed and stopped. | Train |
| June 3 | Large as a mountain, small as a pea, endlessly swimming in a waterless sea. | Asteroid |
| June 4 | I do not breathe, but I run and jump. I do not eat, but I swim and stretch. I do not drink, but I sleep and stand. I do not think, but I grow and play. I do not see, but you see me everyday. | Leg |
| June 5 | 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. | Skin |
| June 6 | Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die. | Fire |
| June 7 | A nut cracker up in a tree. | Squirrel |
| June 8 | What happens every second, minute, month, and century. But not every hour, week, year, or decade? | N |
| June 9 | It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time. | Ring |
| June 10 | I am free for the taking. Through all of your life, though given but once at birth. I am less than nothing in weight, but will fell the strongest of you if held. | Breath |
| June 11 | My first is in blood and also in battle. My second is in acorn, oak, and apple. My third and fourth are both the same. In the center of sorrow and twice in refrain. My fifth starts eternity ending here. My last is the first of last, Oh Dear! | Barrel |
| June 12 | When I'm metal or wood, I help you get home. When I'm flesh and I'm blood. In the darkness I roam. | Bat |
| June 13 | I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover, one-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky. | Flag |
| June 14 | Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed. | Mask |
| June 15 | What five-letter word becomes shorter when you add two more letters? | Short |
| June 16 | What is pronounced like one letter, written with three letters. And belongs to all animals? | Eye |
| June 17 | What is it that given one, you'll have either two or none? | Choice |
| June 18 | 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. | Nothing |
| June 19 | What gets bigger the more you take away from it? | Hole |
| June 20 | The more of it there is, the less you see. | Darkness |
| June 21 | To cross the water I'm the way, for water I'm above. I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move. | Bridge |
| June 22 | As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel's dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon. | Snow |
| June 23 | When set loose I fly away. Never so cursed as when I go astray. | Fart |
| June 24 | How far will a blind dog walk into a forest? | Halfway |
| June 25 | My first is in wield, sever bones and marrow. My second is in blade, forged in cold steel. My third is an arbalest, and also in arrows. My fourth is in power, plunged through a shield. My fifth is in honor, and also in vows. My last will put an end to it all. | Weapon |
| June 26 | Face with a tree, skin like the sea. A great beast I am. Yet vermin frightens me. | Elephant |
| June 27 | I sleep by day, I fly by night. I have no feathers to aid my flight. | Bat |
| June 28 | I am mother and father, but never birth or nurse. I'm rarely still, but I never wander. | Tree |
| June 29 | What goes in the water red, and comes out black? | Iron |
| June 30 | Grows from the ground, bushes and grass, leaves of yellow, red and brow, unruly plants, get the axe, trim the hedge back down. | Hair |
| July 1 | What can touch someone once and last them a life time? | Love |
| July 2 | A dragons tooth in a mortals hand, I kill, I maim, I divide the land. | Sword |
| July 3 | You will find me with four legs, but no hair. People ride me for hours, but I don't go anywhere without needing to be tugged. Jerked or turned on, I always manage to be ready for work. | Desk |
| July 4 | No sooner spoken than broken. | Silence |
| July 5 | Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad. | Cat |
| July 6 | An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive. | Thimble |
| July 7 | What kind of pet always stays on the floor? | Carpet |
| July 8 | What flies without wings? What passes all things? What mends all sorrow? What brings the morrow? | Time |
| July 9 | What has a neck and no head, two arms but no hands? | Shirt |
| July 10 | Two in a corner, one in a room, none in a house, but one in a shelter. | R |
| July 11 | What does no man want, yet no man want to lose? | Work |
| July 12 | I am the heart that does not beat. If cut, I bleed without blood. I can fly, but have no wings. I can float, but have no fins. I can sing, but have no mouth. | Wood |
| July 13 | Weight in my belly, trees on my back, nails in my ribs, feet I do lack. | Boat |
| July 14 | What is that over the head and under the hat? | Hair |
| July 15 | I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops. | Sandal |
| July 16 | My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say. | Violin |
| July 17 | Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, grown in the darkness, a lady's delight. | Pearl |
| July 18 | The strangest creature you'll ever find has two eyes in front and a hundred behind. | Peacock |
| July 19 | A little pool with two layers of wall around it. One white and soft and the other dark and hard. Amidst a light brown grassy lawn with an outline of a green grass. | Coconut |
| July 20 | I open wide and tight I shut, Sharp am I and paper-cut fingers too, so do take care, I'm good and bad, so best beware. | Scissors |
| July 21 | 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. | Shadow |
| July 22 | A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground. It holds pale gems of blue. | Nest |
| July 23 | Who spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals. And hides at night? | Fly |
| July 24 | The beginning of eternity, the end of time and space, the beginning of every end, the end of every place. | E |
| July 25 | Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls. | Moon |
| July 26 | I bubble and laugh and spit water in your face. I am no lady, and I don't wear lace. | Fountain |
| July 27 | My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate. | Saw |
| July 28 | I love to dance and twist and prance. I shake my tail, as away I sail. Wingless I fly into the sky. | Kite |
| July 29 | I usually wear a yellow coat. I usually have a dark head. I make marks wherever I go. | Pencil |
| July 30 | 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. | Book |
| July 31 | I cost no money to use, or conscious effort to take part of. And as far as you can see, there is nothing to me. But without me, you are dead. | Air |
| August 1 | Soldiers line up spaced with pride. Two long rows lined side by side. One sole unit can decide, if the rows will unit or divide. | Zipper |
| August 2 | What measures out time. Until in time all is smashed to it? | Sand |
| August 3 | I turn around once. What is out will not get in. I turn around again. What is in will not get out. | Key |
| August 4 | Who is he that runs without a leg. And his house on his back? | Snail |
| August 5 | When the day after tomorrow is yesterday. Today will be as far from Wednesday. As today was from Wednesday. When the day before yesterday was tomorrow. What is the day after this day? | Thursday |
| August 6 | What has roots as nobody sees, is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet never grows? | Mountain |
| August 7 | Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay. | Anchor |
| August 8 | They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. | Gloves |
| August 9 | Long slim and slender. Dark as homemade thunder. Keen eyes and peaked nose. Scares the Devil wherever it goes. | Snake |
| August 10 | What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten? | Deck |
| August 11 | The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind. | Grass |
| August 12 | Although my cow is dead, I still beat her What a racket she makes! | Drum |
| August 13 | 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. | Bird |
| August 14 | I have four wings but cannot fly. I never laugh and never cry. On the same spot always found, toiling away with little sound. | Windmill |
| August 15 | I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...What am I? | Riddle |
| August 16 | All about the house, with his lady he dances, yet he always works, and never romances. | Broom |
| August 17 | I walked and walked and at last I got it. I didn't want it. So I stopped and looked for it. When I found it, I threw it away. | Thorn |
| August 18 | Two in a whole and four in a pair. And six in a trio you see. And eight's a quartet but what you must get. Is the name that fits just one of me? | Half |
| August 19 | I drive men mad for love of me. Easily beaten, never free. | Gold |
| August 20 | I go around in circles, but always straight ahead. Never complain, no matter where I am led. | Wheel |
| August 21 | You use a knife to slice my head. And weep beside me when I am dead. | Onion |
| August 22 | Turns us on our backs, and open up our stomachs. You will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox. | Books |
| August 23 | Thousands lay up gold within this house. But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, but no man wards it. | Beehive |
| August 24 | What goes around the world and stays in a corner? | Stamp |
| August 25 | What has to be broken before it can be used? | Egg |
| August 26 | Creatures of power, creatures of grade, 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. | Trees |
| August 27 | 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. | Six |
| August 28 | In buckles or lace, they help set the pace. The farther you go, the thinner they grow. | Shoes |
| August 29 | When young, I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged, I make you gay. When old, I am valued more than ever. | Wine |
| August 30 | Forward I'm heavy, but backwards I'm not. | Ton |
| August 31 | Hard to catch, easy to hold. Can't be seen, unless it's cold. | Breath |
| September 1 | I am two-faced but bear only one. I have no legs but travel widely. Men spill much blood over me. Kings leave their imprint on me. I have greatest power when given away, yet lust for me keeps me locked away. | Coin |
| September 2 | Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill. | Nose |
| September 3 | When you stop and look, you can always see me. If you try to touch, you cannot feel me. I cannot move, but as you near me, I will move away from you. | Horizon |
| September 4 | A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade. | Lock |
| September 5 | What instrument can make any sound and be heart, but not touched or seen? | Voice |
| September 6 | What goes further the slower it goes? | Money |
| September 7 | I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. | Nose |
| September 8 | Used left or right, I get to travel over cobblestone or gravel. Used up, I vie for sweet success, used down, I cause men great duress. | Thumb |
| September 9 | What goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed? | Sun |
| September 10 | The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land. | Wave |
| September 11 | What always goes to bed with his shoes on? | Horse |
| September 12 | My thunder comes before the lightning. My lightning comes before the clouds. My rain dries all the land it touches. | Volcano |
| September 13 | My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind. | Moon |
| September 14 | What starts with a "T", ends with a "T", and has T in it? | Teapot |
| September 15 | Today he is there to trip you up. And he will torture you tomorrow. Yet he is also there to ease the pain, when you are lost in grief and sorrow. | Alcohol |
| September 16 | I can be moved. I can be rolled. But nothing will I hold. I'm red and I'm blue, and I can be other colors too. Having no head, though similar in shape. I have no eyes - yet move all over the place. | Ball |
| September 17 | Inside a burning house, this thing is best to make. And best to make it quickly, before the fire's too much to take! | Haste |
| September 18 | What is round as a dishpan, deep as a tub, and still the oceans couldn't fill it up? | Sieve |
| September 19 | My first is in some but not in all. My second is into but not in tall. My third in little but no in big. My fourth in port but not in pig. My whole is made in nature's way. For clothing, rugs used every day. | Silk |
| September 20 | Gets rid of bad ones, short and tall. Tightens when used, one size fits all. | Noose |
| September 21 | What gets wetter the more it dries. | Towel |
| September 22 | A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat. | Nut |
| September 23 | A beggar's brother went out to sea and drowned. But the man who drowned had no brother. Who was the beggar to the man who drowned? | Sister |
| September 24 | I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken. | News |
| September 25 | A horrid monster hides from the day, with many legs and many eyes. With silver chains it catches prey. And eats it all before it dies. Yet in every cottage does it stay. And every castle beneath the sky. | Spider |
| September 26 | 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. | David |
| September 27 | Tall in the morning, short at noon, gone at night. But I'll be back soon. | Shadow |
| September 28 | In the night a mountain, in the morning a meadow. | Bed |
| September 29 | What can be heard and caught but never seen? | Remark |
| September 30 | I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I have plenty of backbone, but lack a good leg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole. | Snake |
| October 1 | If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not rich, but leave silver in my track. | Snail |
| October 2 | High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death. | Snow |
| October 3 | You heard me before, yet you hear me again, then I die. Until you call me again. | Echo |
| October 4 | What wears a coat in the winter and pants in the summer? | Dog |
| October 5 | I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes. I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole. | Chain |
| October 6 | I am the third from a sparkle bright, I thrive throughout the day and night. Deep in the path of a cows white drink. I've had thousands of millions of years to think. But one of my creatures is killing me. And so the question I ask to thee, is who am I? | Earth |
| October 7 | Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say. | Flag |
| October 8 | I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. You can see, and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was. | Skeleton |
| October 9 | They're up near the sky, on something very tall. Sometimes they die, only then do they fall. | Leaves |
| October 10 | Toss me out of the window. You'll find a grieving wife. Pull me back but through the door, and watch someone give life! | N |
| October 11 | A time when they're green. A time when they're brown. But both of these times, cause me to frown. But just in between, for a very short while. They're perfect and yellow. And cause me to smile. | Bananas |
| October 12 | I build up castles. I tear down mountains. I make some men blind. I help others to see. | Sand |
| October 13 | Round as a button, deep as a well. If you want me to talk, you must first pull my tail. | Bell |
| October 14 | A house with two occupants, sometimes one, rarely three. Break the walls, eat the boarders, then throw away me. | Peanut |
| October 15 | My first master has four legs, my second master has two. My first I serve in life, my second I serve in death. Tough I am, yet soft beside. Against ladies cheeks I often reside. | Fur |
| October 16 | I have one eye. See near and far. I hold the moments you treasure and the things that make you weep. | Camera |
| October 17 | 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. | Tie |
| October 18 | With sharp edged wit and pointed poise. It can settle disputes without making a noise. | Sword |
| October 19 | Lighter than what I am made of, more of me is hidden than is seen. I am the bane of the mariner. A tooth within the sea. | Iceberg |
| October 20 | I have one, you have one. If you remove the first letter, a bit remains. If you remove the second, bit still remains. If you remove the third, it still remains. | Habit |
| October 21 | 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. | Ace |
| October 22 | Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust. | Icicles |
| October 23 | My first is in fish but no in snail. My second is in rabbit but no in tail. My third is in up but not in down. My fourth is in tiara but not in crown. My fifth is in tree you plainly see. My whole a food for you and me. | Fruit |
| October 24 | What I am filled, I can point the way. When I am empty. Nothing moves me. I have two skins. One without and one within. | Gloves |
| October 25 | My first is in window but not in pane. My second's in road but not in lane. My third is in oval but not in round. My fourth is in hearing but not in sound. My whole is known as a sign of peace. And from noah's ark won quick release. | Dove |
| October 26 | If you drop me I'm sure to crack. But give me a smile and I'll always smile back. | Mirror |
| October 27 | 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. | Fear |
| October 28 | I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me. | Road |
| October 29 | You can see nothing else when you look in my face. I will look you in the eye and I will never lie. | Mirror |
| October 30 | I have split the one into five. I am the circle that few will spy. I am the path that breaks and gives. I am the bow no man may bend. | Rainbow |
| October 31 | A harvest sown and reaped on the same day in an unplowed field. Which increases without growing, remains whole though it is eaten within and without. Is useless and yet the staple of nations. | War |
| November 1 | Snake coiled round and round. Snake deep below the ground. Snake that's never had a head. Snake that binds but not with dread. | Rope |
| November 2 | 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. | Owl |
| November 3 | Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath. | Tree |
| November 4 | What runs around all day. Then lies under the bed. With its tongue hanging out? | Shoe |
| November 5 | 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. | S |
| November 6 | You must keep this thing. Its loss will affect your brothers. For once yours is lost, it will soon be lost by others. | Temper |
| November 7 | What can you catch but not throw? | Cold |
| November 8 | 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. | Coal |
| November 9 | I have a face, yet no senses. But I don't really care, because time is of the essence. | Clock |
| November 10 | If you have it, you want to share it. If you share it, you don't have it. | Secret |
| November 11 | There is one in every corner and two in every room. | O |
| November 12 | It comes only before, it comes only after. Rises only in darkness, but rises only in light. It is always the same, but is yet always different. | Moon |
| November 13 | As soft as silk, as white as milk, as bitter as gall, a thick green wall, and a green coat covers me all. | Walnut |
| November 14 | We are little airy creatures, all of different voice and 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 a box within. If the fifth you should pursue, it can never fly from you. | Vowels |
| November 15 | Three little letters. A paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes. | Pun |
| November 16 | Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it. | Advice |
| November 17 | Different lights do make me strange, thus into different sizes I will change. | Pupil |
| November 18 | Ten men's strength, ten men's length. Ten men can't break it, yet a young boy walks off with it. | Rope |
| November 19 | Some try to hide, some try to cheat. But time will show, we always will meet. Try as you might, to guess my name. I promise you'll know, when you I do claim. | Death |
| November 20 | I'm a god. I'm a planet. I measure heat. | Mercury |
| November 21 | I'm white, I'm round, but not always around. Sometimes you see me, sometimes you don't. | Moon |
| November 22 | People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead. | Dust |
| November 23 | Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. Always watching, never speaking. Always lurking, never seen. | Air |
| November 24 | White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand. | Snow |
| November 25 | My life can be measured in hours. I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe. | Candle |
| November 26 | What goes up but never comes down? | Age |
| November 27 | We are all around, yet to us you are half blind. Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find. | Stars |
| November 28 | What's large on Saturday and Sunday. Small on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, and disappears on Monday and Friday? | S |
| November 29 | What do you fill with empty hands? | Gloves |
| November 30 | Goes over all the hills and hollows. Bites hard, but never swallows. | Frost |
| December 1 | Stealthy as a shadow in the dead of night, cunning but affectionate if given a bite. Never owned but often loved. At my sport considered cruel, but that's because you never know me at all. | Cat |
| December 2 | A red drum which sounds without being touched, and grows silent, when it is touched. | Heart |
| December 3 | My second is performed by my first, and it is thought a thief by the marks of my whole might be caught. | Footstep |
| December 4 | The man who made it didn't need it. The man who bought it didn't use it. The man who used it didn't want it. | Coffin |
| December 5 | A hill full, a hole full, yet you cannot catch a bowl full. | Mist |
| December 6 | I am a box that holds black and white keys without locks. Yet they can unlock your soul. | Piano |
| December 7 | What is often returned, but never borrowed/ | Thanks |
| December 8 | A muttered rumble was heard from the pen, and I, in my walking stopped to look in. What was this I saw? A massive beast, hoofed, and jawed. With spikes upon its mighty brow, I watched as he struck the turf and prowled. And yet for all of his magnificence, he couldn't get out of that wooden fence. | Bull |
| December 9 | What word has kst in the middle, in the beginning, and at the end? | Inkstand |
| December 10 | So cold, damp and dark this place. To stay you would refrain, yet those who occupy this place do never complain. | Grave |
| December 11 | What kind of nut is empty at the center and has no shell. | Doughnut |
| December 12 | I have a title and many pages. I am a genteel of genteel descent. I am a killer veteran of war. I am a slave to my lord pledged to his service. | Knight |
| December 13 | Of these things - I have two. One for me - and one for you. And when you ask about the price, I simply smile and nod twice. | Sharing |
| December 14 | At night I come without being fetched. By day I am lost without being stolen. | Stars |
| December 15 | Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer. | Iron |
| December 16 | I'm very tempting, so its said, I have a shiny coat of red, and my flesh is white beneath. I smell so sweet, taste good to eat, and help to guard your teeth. | Apple |
| December 17 | They made me a mouth, but didn't give me breath. Water gives me life, but the sun brings me death. | Snowman |
| December 18 | I am as simple as a circle. Worthless as a leader, but when I follow a group. Their strength increases tenfold. By myself I am practically nothing. Neither negative or positive. | Zero |
| December 19 | 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. | Snowman |
| December 20 | We are five little objects of an everyday sort. You will find us all in a tennis court. | Vowels |
| December 21 | What always runs but never walks, often murmurs, never talks. Has a bed but never sleeps, has a mouth but never eats? | River |
| December 22 | I can be cracked, I can be made. I can be told, I can be played. | Joke |
| December 23 | My children are near and far. No matter that I know where they are. The gift I give them make their day. But if I were gone they would wander away. | Sun |
| December 24 | Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high. Eastern art from ancient time. Name me now and solve this rhyme. | Firework |
| December 25 | Who is it that rows quickly with four oars, but never comes out from under his own roof? | Turtle |
| December 26 | Who works when he plays and plays when he works? | Musician |
| December 27 | 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 toast. | Pig |
| December 28 | Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold. | Tree |
| December 29 | 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. | Ice |
| December 30 | Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights. | Past |
| December 31 | I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled. | Bookworm |
sometimes i am liked
sometimes i am hated
usually i am old
usually i am dated
what am i ?
Wine
Fashion
sometimes i am liked
sometmes i am hated
usually i am old
usually i am dated
what am i ?
Human
human
Time
Time
What is at the end of a rainbow?
A ‘W’.
I’ve got no strings
To hold me down
To make me fret, or make me frown
I had strings
But now I’m free
There are no strings on me!
a ‘puppet’
human
human/man/woman
What flies without wings
What passes all things
What mends all sorrow
What brings the morrow
Time
I don’t live within a house, nor do I live without. Most will use me when they come in, and again when they go out. What am I ?
my answer is a door
A door
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