Rhyming Riddles

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.

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?

It carries paper of the most important sort
but also plastic, I'm glad to report.
What is it?

It is a symphony of noise,
It can produce both grief and joys,
It is inspiring and grand,
Made by a person or a band.

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.

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.

Given them to the girls whenever,
And they'll be best friends forever.
Shiny, pretty stones,
Bought with massive loans.

It can be in a hat, Or out of the bag.
If you see it you'll be smitten, 'Cause it's fluffy like a mitten.

A beacon from home to guide your way.
It can be a lifesaver on a stormy day.
What is it?

It doesn't live within a house, nor does it live without.
Most will use it when they come in, and again when they go out.

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.

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

It keeps something that cannot be kept,
And wakes you when you've slept.
It may go slow or stop at times,
But even then it chimes.

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

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.

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

To you, rude would I never be,
Though I flag my tongue for all to see.

Though my beauty is becoming I can hurt you just the same;
I come in many colors; I am what I am by any other name.

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.

Passed from father to son and shared between brothers,
its importance is unquestioned though it is used more by others.

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.

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.

What do you do with a dead chemist?

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?

An outcome already written,
Fight it and you'll be smitten.
By it you may be blessed,
Or put up to the test,
And take you places you'd have never guessed.

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.

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 in every mountain, it's not in any hill,
it's not in all the world, and yet it's in the mill.

His is no small athletic feat,
Has to stay nimble on his feet,
To fight and his opponents beat,
And taste sweet victory, not grim defeat.

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.

I view the world in little space,
Am always changing place;
No food I eat, but, by my power,
Procure what millions do devour.

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.

You deal with them and they deal chance,
They show you your future at a glance.
You play them and they play you back,
And win or lose, They go back in their pack.

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

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?

Shared between two;
Most often to woo;
Sometimes hot and sometimes cold;
The beginning of us all, young and old.

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

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 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.

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.

A wonderful elixir, It is your fluid fixer.
Gulp it down and turn like a concrete mixer.
Dark as night and sweet as sin,
It's like liquid heroin.

You seek it out, when your hunger is ripe.
It sits on four legs, and smokes a pipe.

Seven brothers, five work all day,
The other two, just play or pray.

My first is snapping, snarling, growling,
My second's industrious, romping, and prowling.
Higgledy piggledy Here we lie,
picked and plucked, and put in a pie.

Though blind as well, can lead the blind well.

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.

I can invent dreams or open the skies.
It's easy to use me, just close your eyes.
What am I?

I can bring back the dead and a tear to your eye.
A stir of emotions will follow close by.
What am I?

Although a human shape I wear,
Mother I never had;
And though no sense nor life I share,
in finest silks I'm clad.
By every miss I'm valued much,
beloved and highly prized;
still my cruel fate is such
by boys I am often despised.

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.

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.

Small was my stature, but my success was great.
Until I entered Belgium to be handed my fate.
Who am I?

It can't be seen or felt.
It can't be touched or smelt.
Behind stars and under hills.
All emptiness it fills.
What is it?

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.

A mysterious, fantastic creature,
It has one defining feature,
And for humans at their worst,
In their eyes it's just a horse.

I am long and thin and make things right.
I will repair your mistake but watch my bite.
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.

We are all around, yet to us you are half blind.
Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find.

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.

My mother is water and my brother the sky.
I am grey when wet but white when dry.
What am I?

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.

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.

Without me where would you be?
I am not your eyes, but I help you see.
What am I?

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.

As I was going through a field of wheat,
I found something good to eat;
It wasn't fish or flesh or bone;
I kept it till it ran alone.

Found in pizza but also the sky.
You'll know I'm around when I'm close by.
What am I?

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.

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 live next to beauty trying to catch your eye.
Grab me without looking, and you're surely to cry.
What am I?

Before I grow I'm small.
When I'm old I grow tall.
When I die I give a mighty fall.
What am I?

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.

You roll it or you buy it,
People say you shouldn't try it,
Because you may get a stroke,
From inhaling all that smoke.

We dwell in cottages of straw,
and labor much for little gains;
sweet food from us our masters draw,
and then with death reward our pains.

It flows out of the soil,
It burns you if it boils,
And holds us in its coils,
More valuable than gold,
As black as it is old.

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.

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.

Tucked out of sight. I sing best at night.
No instrument around, but you'll find me on the ground.
What am I?

I grown from darkness but shine with a pale light.
Very round I am, and always a lady's delight.
What am I?

Never resting, never still.
Moving silently from hill to hill.
It does not walk, run or trot.
All is cool where it is not.

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.

With sharp edged wit and pointed poise.
It can settle disputes without making a noise.

In the evening I'm long, in the morning I'm small;
When seen in a ballroom, I'm nothing at all.

A flash of light on a grey day.
If you're made of metal, you best stay away.
What am I?

Two legs I've got,
Which never walk on ground;
But when I go or run,
One leg turns round.

With four oars it swims but it is always at home.
Its back is like armor, tougher than chrome.
What is it?

Barren location, infertile and dry;
my name means "to leave", it's not heard to see why.

My back and belly is wood,
and my ribs is lined with leather.
I've a hole in my nose and one in my breast,
And I'm mostly used in cold weather.

A house where you are brought,
If they find you or get caught.
If you cross the government,
This is where you will be sent.

I scribble forms of the finest letter,
And repel elements of the harshest weather.
I am an arrow-aimer
and a dust-breaker.

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.

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.

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.

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?

The part of the bird, that is not in the sky,
Which can swim in the ocean and always stay dry.
What is it?

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 end and begin the day,
Without me, you'll pay.
With the aid of sheep,
All my benefits you shall reap.
If I make you miss class,
You shall not pass!
What am I?

From that which comes within itself,
It builds its table on my shelf.