The last 12 weeks of riddles
Riddle of the Week from Apr 28 2024
Music's source or water's course,
A shrill and piercing cry.
With bowl and stem I gently send
My signals to the sky.
Riddle of the Week from Apr 21 2024
Trouble’s coming, so it’s said.
How grain can drown and grow a head.
Needed for Joe to erase your sleep,
For leaves in water, the path is steep.
This riddle written by
MDM
Riddle of the Week from Apr 14 2024
I am the union of two things with one.
Man he employs me combatting the sun.
Needed for life but denying man breath;
I sustain man but can bring him his death.
Riddle of the Week from Apr 07 2024
A skinny bird with feathers few
His eyeless head is seeking you
Taken from his nest to fly
When it lands a man may die
This riddle written by
MDM
Riddle of the Week from Mar 31 2024
This little house has just four rooms,
But guests keep running through.
They enter sad,
And exit mad,
If color's any clue.
This riddle written by
KRS
Riddle of the Week from Mar 24 2024
Silently I drink and dive
In fluids dark as night.
I beat the mighty warrior
But never in a fight.
The black blood in my veins
Your thirst for knowledge slakes.
My spittle is more venomous
Than that of poison snakes.
This riddle written by
RAS
Riddle of the Week from Mar 17 2024
The house shall fall,
The sparrows mourn.
Waste me not!
In death I'm born.
I hold the lines of poetry,
Upon a lover's whim,
I come from ancient giants
Who gave me life from limb.
Riddle of the Week from Mar 10 2024
As still as death with baited breath he waits with lidless eye.
As cold as stone he waits alone for prey to happen by.
And in a blink too quick to think he strikes with lightning speed
And by and by the prey will die and then it's time to feed.
This riddle written by
KRS
Riddle of the Week from Mar 03 2024
Always clad in silk that’s cheap,
Lacks a shovel, yet still digs deep.
Standing tall in the summer breeze,
Never stung by the swarming bees,
Guarded by one who’s stuffed, not fierce.
Someday, perhaps, its ears you’ll pierce.
This riddle written by
MDM
Riddle of the Week from Feb 25 2024
Child of the prism
Hears winds of the past.
A song from the soul.
Takes first place, not last.
This riddle written by
RAS
Riddle of the Week from Feb 18 2024
I die in flame of gold and red,
In cold white ash I stand there dead.
Till life again flows through my veins,
And youth recloaks my bare remains.
A solemn Phoenix I exist,
Till different flames I can't resist,
Consume me to the very core,
And dead I lie forevermore.
This riddle written by
KRS
Riddle of the Week from Feb 11 2024
Born of the union of water and sun,
A marvel of beauty if ever was one.
A cloak of majesty worn by the sky,
No one can touch it but all dreamers try.
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