Hard Riddles

What is it that you ought to keep after you have given it to someone else?

What food has no beginning, end, or middle?

What divides by uniting and by dividing?

A book once owned by the wealthy, now rare to find.
Never for sale and often left behind.
What am I?

Turns us on our backs, and open up our stomachs. You will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.

I have two bodies joined together as one. When standing still, I ran and ran. What am I?

It holds no blessings in disguise.
Its rhymes are aimed at your demise,
it's cast only to ruin,
Whatever you are doin'.

What relies on columns but isn't a house, and asks for help but can't speak itself?

You have it even if there is none.

There is someone, and there is always another, for without the other, there wouldn't be one.

I am not a toy, though many use me for pleasure. I have a butt, but I cannot poop. What am I?

What has a spine, tail, and leash but isn't a dog?

Everyone has it and no one can lose it.
What is it?

I am black and white and full of fuzz. What am I?

A dragon's tooth in a mortal's hand,
I kill, I maim, I divide the land.

What goes further the slower it goes?

My rings are not worth much, but they do tell my age. What am I?

I have a head and a tail but my eyes can never see my tail. What am I?

I can be found after you remove 6 letters from BSAINXLEATEARS. What am I?

What points the way without a hand.
It floats on water but exists on land?

They took me from my mother's side where I was bravely bred
and when to age I did become they did cut off my head.
They gave to me some diet drink that often made me mad
but it made peace between two kings and made two lovers glad.

I am nothing really at all, Yet I am easily found;
Ignore me at your own peril, and you might end up crowned!

I am mother and father, but never birth or nurse. I'm rarely still, but I never wander. What am I?

When we stand up it lies flat. When we lie back it stands up.

Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb.

This type of tempting cuisine is independent of utensils and usually tastes better than it sounds.

It is not your enemy, yet we still beat it. What is it?

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.

I come off a beautiful creature, which soars in the sky. I come off a peckish creature, which has a tail as mighty as the sun! I am sometimes dirty, and parents beg you not to pick me up. What am I?

I pass before the sun, yet make no shadow. What am I?

What can be seen but not touched?

Two horses, swiftest traveling, harnessed in a pair, and grazing ever in places distant from them.

Snake coiled round and round.
Snake deep below the ground.
Snake that's never had a head.
Snake that binds but not with dread.

It is everything to someone, and nothing to everyone else. What is it?

Men cut this by attaching a razor to a broom handle or just have their wives do it.

Is said to make the world go around, but only if we let it. It puts a value on a thing, and makes you do some crazy things, just so you can get it.

When this is found in a road you are forced to make a decision.

Many foods can make me strong but give me water and I won't last long.

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.

My uses are changing, but I still remain the same.
My interior is quiet, and stories are my game.
What am I?

What has four wings but cannot fly and uses the wind but does not know why?

A great mysterious place that the bold have been known to journey into.

Sometimes dark and sometimes bright,
I make my way among twinkling lights.
Seas and oceans obey my call,
yet mountains I cannot move at all.
My face is marred and gray,
but I'm majestic anyway.
What am I?

My tines be long, my tines be short.
My tines end ere, my first report.
What am I?

Four legs in front, two behind; Its steely armor scratched and dented by rocks and sticks; still it toils as it helps feed the hungry.

You can spin, wheel and twist, but this thing can turn without moving. What is it?

Both guys and women enhance their visual organs with this item.

Has its teeth on your head but doesn't bite.

You may have to assure your date's dad that you have these kind of intentions.

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.

What is that which, though black itself, enlightens the world without burning?

I encourage people to run home and steal. What am I?

Covered in stone and sun. It's home to many but also none. What is it?

He died for people's entertainment.

I may seem real but it always turns out.
I was never there in the first place...
You only see me during a certain resting stage.
What am I?

All about the house, with his lady he dances,
yet he always works, and never romances.

What fruit is of great use in history?

The more you look at it, The less you see.

If you agree give me one of these.

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.

In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.

Everybody has some. You can lose some, you can gain some. But you cannot live without it. What am I?

What is round on both ends and hi in the middle?

Face with a tree, skin like the sea. A great beast I am. Yet vermin frightens me.

Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a bloodthirsty killer. What am I?

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.

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.

With no hammer or any kind of tool I build my house so quickly. What am I?

I cannot be felt or moved, but as you come closer, I get more distant. What am I?

Sharp and long, flag of the world. What is it?

I have no voice but I can teach you all there is to know.
I have spines and hinges but I am not a door.
Once I've told you all, I cannot tell you more.
What am I?

Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?

I may be made of metal, bone, or wood and have many teeth. My bite hurts no one and the ladies love me. What am I?

My parents are singers, and while my father has red hair I am pale and completely bald.

This is the tallest peak in the happiest place on earth.

Locked up inside you and yet they can steal it from you.

What is deep within you, never dies or gets worn out, and only needs some fire from time to time?

Has feathers but can't fly. Rests on legs but can't walk.

Currency that flirted with a British spy.

Crooked as a rainbow, and slick as a plate,
Ten thousand horses can't pull it straight.

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.

Fighting technique taken from rams.

When I get closer my tail grows longer, but when I go away my tail leads the way.

What has two spines and a lot of ribs, and carries much but never moves?

To give me to someone I don't belong to is cowardly, but to take me is noble. I can be a game, but there are no winners. What am I?

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.

What is between heaven and earth?

A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.

What animal has feet on the head?

Though it is not an ox, it has horns; Though it is not a donkey, it has packed-saddle; And wherever it goes it leaves silver behind.

One of the few times it's encouraged to lock lips with a stranger.

Men seize it from its home, tear apart its flesh, drink the sweet blood, then cast its skin aside.

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.

I am the ultimate killing machine, used not once but TWICE, I can be made by humans. What am I?

Comes in bits and pieces, put together forms a whole. It's athletics for the mind, the more you think the more you find. Sometimes it can be a grind, but then, that is the goal.

Has no feet, but travels far. Is literate, but not a scholar. Has no mouth, yet clearly speaks.

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.

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.

I give life for my own, have a beginning, but my end is unknown. What am I?

What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?