I'm going to start sharing with you my riddles. Some will be new, and some will be ones I have made in the past. Each time I post a new one in this thread, I'll edit it into this post right below this paragraph (I will also post it as a reply to this thread), maintaining a chronological list of them. The answers will be in spoiler tags following each riddle; they'll only be posted once the riddle is solved, and will credit whoever solves the riddle first! They'll be varying levels of difficulty. You may attempt solving a riddle by replying with your answer, though you are free to talk about anything. Here we go!
Sometimes I'm called a baby
even if I'm quite mature,
and while my color varies,
there's one you will know for sure.
Countless bristles, paint without,
returning to familiar route;
I precisely do as I'm named,
Even by the hand untrained.
Oft obscured in nether,
within or without;
once by original tether
was I joined together;
vessel and sprout.
I take not a step,
but a step I may have found;
homeless by a home,
armless on the ground,
I reach with my gaze
and make not a sound.
Bright and colorful or dry and black;
twist and crush and watch me flak.
I was born tied to home
even when standing outside
but now I've lost my tail
and rarely leave your side
I'll win no gold, silver, nor bronze, but I've held one and next I be.
Imbued by my maker, I shone with pride,
but fell from a swing, stolen by his side.
Lost to time, still I called his name,
'til I called no more in the home where I became.
I can dance, twist, and roll
in the shadows on my own,
but rarely do I leave
my elevated throne.
In the wild, I can swing my tail;
in your hand, it may be merely a wave.
Like my father before me,
I hide my gaze with pride.
In a land with twice the blaze
lays a hole by which I died.
On a dark path I grow
with sounds that betray,
but look and I'll show
proof of their way.
I exist to unravel in secret;
a cruel fate marks my path.
Tattered I fall and then I turn,
vanishing in the aftermath.
I have shrunk as I've aged,
but my voice is clear as day;
I'll still catch a wave and let you ride,
turning when you say.
I can travel in many ways,
slow as sap or perhaps by cane.
I can give you what you want,
but what you won't want you'll gain.
An ancient name from world beyond,
blue did it glow;
held by hand of half the size,
with twice the heart to show.
In the cold I crash and glide,
round I am and 'round I go;
blades twist and dance to me,
but they decide where I'll flow.
Born by hand or by machine,
I begin life pleasantly clean,
but slowly might I fade and wear,
clenching on to fallen hair.
A pattern in the chaos,
dancing in the breeze.
Home to none but one,
yet many may it seize.
Stout and riddled along the way,
I stand aside and sleep all day,
'til a special cry comes to me,
and forth I call a hidden sea.
Follow me if you can
and see what you'll discern
but no pattern will you find
save a path that loves to turn.
I slumber in the darkness
'til you birth me into light
upon a bed of tiny spikes
then day returns to night
as I'm quashed and discarded
in a never-ending fight.
Like curved waves we part;
to clash again is our way.
We dance this dance without tire,
'til the end of every day.
I am yours to keep
and do me to me as you please;
but if your task is to keep me,
to do me to me may displease.
Hold me close and let me go;
I barely even knew thee,
yet a gift with bow I'll provide
if you are quite hungry.
Score twice with every finger,
a starry snap in the breeze;
rise with rise and wave above
while hand over heart may freeze.
Cross by cross turned
and painted night with red;
one by one they fell,
but death never bled,
'til a final parting gift
showed hope is not dead.
Out I roll and off I tear;
I cover, crumple, hold, and glare.
I cannot shine nor swim;
perhaps I was named on a sailor's whim.
I've followed your path truly
for centuries without fail,
and on that path you join me,
from my head to my tail.
Larger than you I'll take you
swifter than you go
unless I'm held by little hand
and wood is all I know.
Alternating lines of light and dark distinctly found at the end of a list
A famous fellowship with thrice a score;
an infamous jape that some adore.
I am what I do,
though I'll need my driver too,
but if for the left he has turned,
I slowly waive the home I earned.
Despite my name, I know nothing of pigs,
but bang to build the sturdiest rigs.
None are without me, few embrace me, most detest me, and one perished for me, or so it is said.
You like me more the harder I be,
but my seed is not for thee.
By tongue forked I was the key
famed to upset the most mighty.
A lucky singer on finger jumping without beat
Some well know me,
but most would rather not,
and though I've saved many,
wrath I have wrought.
I spend my final moment
not wishing well,
and leave in my wake
my empty former shell.
I take my timeless cousin
and turn him on his side;
a smaller stretch you give me,
but I'll hold without your guide.
You may find me about
standing inside or out,
arcing a gift for thee,
and even though I give it free,
most have paid for it happily.
I'll eventually stand by you and recognize your fame,
and though we will never meet, I'll always know your name.
Firm or fluidic or in between,
I tackle a foe sometimes unseen;
hard to hold but you often try,
and heartily you might apply.
The more I take the more I help
to grow the giver's goal;
with family and hidden thorn,
I diligently patrol.
Royalty that resides in a tacky home whose funniest cousins almost never get invited to the party.
I am but one way to which the navigator subscribes,
but his life will be harder if by me he doth scribes.
I might have wings but if you let me fly,
a choice I'll help you justify.
Despite what you say, I wag no tail;
I am but a blip on most a scale.
If I am free I nurture
the graceful and the kind;
if I am yours I'm nurtured
and carefully aligned;
but blade on blade I fall,
I fit in hand but can cover well,
and spare thee from a dreary spell.
Turn me over and my task be reversed;
I capture what I once dispersed.
Hearts beat fast within my blaring frame
as you make way for me, lest my efforts be in vain
to bring hasty abolishment to the herald of my name.
Within my cage you try to relax,
though you may be unable to call below,
and if you try to escape my walls,
you may doom us more than you know.
If things are awry, banish me;
I can bring you the peace you lack.
But if you want to progress truly,
You'll have to bring me back.
My home is yours while on the roam,
though resting I will be,
and if you want to do the same,
you can always count on me.
I can fit in your hand
Or engulf the land;
I can count, I can weigh,
I can't splash but I can spray.
If you look, you may see me
behind what used to be me.
I cover or I call;
I protect, big or small.
Spin me and I'll go
but here I will stay;
my cousin can explore,
but I just burn away.
Coolly I assist in an important task by limiting the very way you perform that task.
I may guide you but it's not truly me;
I catch a gift from afar and bestow it to thee.
Turn and pull I do, yet hardly can you tell;
And temporary is my every farewell.
I cannot speak, and if I smile,
soon I'll be no more;
but for a time, your love is mine,
and I'll see you at the door.
Drinking in the days 'til we fall;
we once felt tall, but one and all,
red or dead we may lay.
Hard or soft but never dry,
From dark to light I modify.
Move me and I will comply,
but soon I may reoccupy.
Opposite the waterfall,
I silently shine;
A dance of wonder in the dark
for brief moments in time.
Four square and nine,
A replaceable sphere to rule us.
Hopes and hats bound by line,
where no swing is superfluous.
I used to be mildly insulting,
but I make some great points.
I consider all sides equal,
but I cannot think outside the box.
Carefully you guide me
to where I may do the same,
'til eventually you retire me
to the well whence I came.
I can fly, but I cannot soar the sky.
I can run, but in the end, my legs are no more.
My native home celebrates with me by destroying me.
Push above and pull below;
your future joy I may stow.
My song of smell can fill a room
with a secret that is soon to bloom.
I am pure within but dirty is my skin.
Held by palm I nest, ‘til I fall and rest.
You may think I ring, but I am silent til dropped;
you may think me dim, but I merely aid those who sometimes are.
I catch what my brothers and sisters cannot,
though I am just as stuck as they.
Rows of teeth but no lips nor tongue;
somehow nature still finds a way.
Xanth wrote:You can reach me beneath you
with my twin's counterpart's twin;
we don't look the same or do the same,
but we share many things, including you.
Xanth wrote:We stand in a line, ready to submit;
one by one, you give us a hit.
Smash us down and we'll do our job,
but if you take your time, we'll waste it.
Xanth wrote:I am lighter than the hand that holds me
and brighter than the night above,
and while some of you despise me,
All of you I love.
Shine your light on me
And I'll make it dance like the sea,
and if you think I’ve gone away,
look again and there I be.
Xanth wrote:What can you ride that has no motor nor wheel,
no heart nor hoof;
uses neither wind or fuel,
does not slide nor float,
but can still transport you from one destination to another?
Xanth wrote:When you were young, I was gone,
yet you may have quite loved me.
Now you're older and on me you may rely,
But more rarely do you think of me.
I was quite real and now I am pretend,
but in the end, you too will be like me.
Xanth wrote:Old friends surround me,
some much larger than I'll ever be;
many of whom you can see
but only if you cannot see me.
Xanth wrote:When I could run, a wave would course through me.
Now, with but a gesture, it is said I cause many waves.
What am I?
Xanth wrote:If you have only one of me, you are a traveling amusement.
If you have two, you appreciate your health.
If you have three of me then you might be a novice,
and if you have four, you're just like everyone else.
What am I?
Xanth wrote:I was once the center of all thought,
or at least thought to be so.
Essential to the flow of life,
who would have thought I could be replaced?
Xanth wrote:Many legs but not a single toe,
strafing above and drifting below.
On two arms do four fingers show,
and of these one set may outgrow.
Xanth wrote:I am a tail from a neck;
by the touch of a master,
across a flat land I trek
to birth miracle or disaster.
[/quote]Xanth wrote:A tiny stick or shiny ball
crushed against a velvet wall
births blooms quite enthralling
that emit audible callings
as they go from large to small.
What am I?