Mystifying, misleading, and puzzling questions posed as problems to be solved or guessed.
Riddles With Answers
Green with Envy
Next to Nothing
Not born, but form 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.
Noah survived one and it was great.
Nine nine nine
The Back Nine
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?
My voice rises above the din sometimes catching all unaware. I never ask questions yet get many answers.
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.
Tip of my tongue
My thunder comes before the lightning; My lightning comes before the clouds; My rain dries all the land it touches.
My tail is long, my coat is brown, I like the country, I like the town. I can live in a house or live in a shed, And I come out to play when you are in bed.
My strength is powerful and great, 'Tis tru, altho' it seemeth strange, I carry many thousand weight, with which I many miles do range. Whene'er I reach my journey's end with all my speed I hasten home; and tho' I often man befriend, I sometimes also seal his doom.
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is within; you'll think my head is strange indeed, being nothing else but skin.
My parents are singers, and while my father has red hair I am pale and completely bald.
My mind mind my mimy ND NDM IMY
Changed my mind
My love for Eliza shall never know my first; neither shall it be my second; but it shall be my whole.
My life can be measured in hours, I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quite fat. I am slow, wind is my foe.
My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute For my face is yellow my hair is white and my body is green.
My head and tail both equal are, my middle slender as a bee. Whether I stand on head or heel Is quite the same to you or me. But if my head should be cut off, the matter's true, though passing strange directly I to nothing change.
My first, though water, cures no thirst, My next alone has soul, And when he lives upon my first, He then is called my whole.
My first, if you do, you'll increase; my second will keep you from heaven; my whole, such a human caprice, is more frequently given than taken.
My first keeps time, My second spends time, My whole tells time.
My first is to be seen Every day in the firmament; My second conquers Kings and queens; And my whole is what I would offer To a friend in distress.
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.
Old people and owls are said to be this.
One of the best things you can hope for after whacking a ball with a stick.