Riddle:
I howl, yet I have no voice. Can't be seen but my presence is felt. What am I?
Answer: The wind.
Riddle:
I am green all over, yet I know no bounds. If you turn me around a face you will see, being without me produces envy. What am I?
Answer: A dollar bill.
Riddle:
We are little creatures; all of us have different 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 is boxed within. If the fifth you should pursue, it can never fly from you. What are we?
Answer: We are vowels.
Riddle:
You can take off all of my skin and I will not cry but you will. What am I?
Answer: I'm an onion.
Riddle:
I'm done to the chief,
And to the king too;
A liquid formed to stone,
I can hit and hurt you.
What am I?
Answer: Hail.
Riddle:
You can feel me but you cannot see me. I am always with you, but I never get heavy. You shiver when I come, and are relieved when I pass. What am I?
Answer: Your Fears.
Riddle:
I am the breath of relief and depression. What am I?
Answer: A sigh.
Riddle:
I am a type of room you cannot enter or leave. Raised from the ground below, I could be poisonous or a delicious treat. What am I?
Answer: Mushroom.
Riddle:
I am a king who measures things quite well. What am I?
Answer: A ruler.
Riddle:
I am something that you can you read but not see. I'm with you all the time but sometimes I'm hard to find. What am I?
Answer: Time.
Riddle:
Wherever the wind does go, Towards there I dance; With the sun above me I grow; Yet without water below, I can never survive; And the taller I grow, The deeper I become. What am I?
Answer: A Tree!
Riddle:
I have the power to fool or instruct. To convince or distract. To give and retract. You may use me but never know my impact. What am I?
Answer: Words.
Riddle:
I have skin but no bones. Hit me and I make a noise. I usually come in a set. What am I?
Answer: A Drum.
Riddle:
You buy it but never use it. You see it in your halls frequently, but you are fine with it. What am I?
Answer: A painting.
Riddle:
I'm by nature solitary, scarred by spear and wounded by sword, weary of battle. I frequently see the face of war, and fight hateful enemies; yet I hold no hope of help being brought to me in the battle, before I'm eventually done to death. In the stronghold of the city sharp-edged swords, skilfully forged in the flame by smiths, bite deeply into me. I can but await a more fearsome encounter; it is not for me to discover in the city any of those doctors who heal grievous wounds with roots and herbs. The scars from sword wounds gape wider and wider; death blows are dealt to me by day and by night.
What am I?
Answer: A shield.
Riddle:
I know a word of letters three. Add two, and fewer there will be! What Word Am I?
Answer: Few.
Riddle:
I fly without feathers;
Sleep when you're awake;
I'm not a mosquito and neither a needle,
But blood I'm known to take.
What am I?
Answer: I am a vampire bat.
Riddle:
We have legs but no flesh or bone, we have different colors of our own. What are we?
Answer: Pants.
Riddle:
I walk with you almost every day, yet you never notice me. You step on me, but you never say sorry. What am I?
Answer: Your shoes.
Riddle:
I'm blue at day and black at night; I do contain some creatures born and died. What am I?
Answer: Sea water.
