Long Riddles
A man looks at a painting in a museum and says, “Brothers and sisters I have none, but that man’s father is my father’s son.” Who is in the painting?
The man’s son
What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?
A river
With pointed fangs I sit and wait; with piercing force I crunch out fate; grabbing victims, proclaiming might; physically joining with a single bite. What am I?
A stapler
The person who makes it has no need of it; the person who buys it has no use for it. The person who uses it can neither see nor feel it. What is it?
A coffin
What word in the English language does the following: The first two letters signify a male, the first three letters signify a female, the first four letters signify a great, while the entire world signifies a great woman. What is the word?
Heroine
I am a word that begins with the letter “i.” If you add the letter “a” to me, I become a new word with a different meaning, but that sounds exactly the same. What word am I?
Isle (add “a” to make “aisle”)
Three doctors said that Bill was their brother. Bill says he has no brothers. How many brothers does Bill actually have?
None. He has three sisters.
A girl has as many brothers as sisters, but each brother has only half as many brothers as sisters. How many brothers and sisters are there in the family?
Four sisters and three brothers
A man describes his daughters, saying, “They are all blonde, but two; all brunette but two; and all redheaded but two.” How many daughters does he have?
Three: A blonde, a brunette and a redhead
You walk into a room that contains a match, a kerosene lamp, a candle and a fireplace. What would you light first?
The match
What does man love more than life, hate more than death or mortal strife; that which contented men desire; the poor have, the rich require; the miser spends, the spendthrift saves, and all men carry to their graves?
Nothing
I am a precious little thing, dancing and eating all the time. Watch me from a distance, so you can feel my warm and gentle love. But don't come to close or my next meal you could be!
Fire
I am always hungry and will die if not fed, but whatever I touch will soon turn red. What am I?
Fire
What can fill a room but takes up no space?
Light
What letter comes next: O T T F F S S ?
e-eight
It was asked of me what I could be made,
And so people were fed from me.
It was asked of me what I could be made,
And so houses were built.
It was asked of me what I could be made,
And so things were written.
It was asked of me what I could be made,
And so I fertilized the ground.
But when asked more of what I could be made,
There was nothing to be found.
Tree
My life can be measured in hours, I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.
Candle
Pronounced as one letter, And written with three, Two letters there are, And two only in me. I'm double, I'm single, I'm black blue and grey, I'm read from both ends, And the same either way.
Eye
I am the part of the bird that is not in the sky, who can drown in the ocean and yet remain dry.
A last vestige of man that refuses to die. In mourning I am tossed at your feet to lie; I begin my job early, devouring your ankles and thighs.
I work my way up, eating your legs to your waist. And though around midday away I am chased, I return quickly to savor the arm of my taste.
As evening falls I enter your lungs, spiraling down past your mouth and your tongue. I feast on your body, your soul, and your mind,
but as darkness falls you shall find that away I will go, a relief for some; At least until tomorrow morning comes. What am I?
Shadow
They can be harbored, but few hold water. You can nurse them, but only by holding them against someone else. You can carry them, but not with your arms. You can bury them, but not in the earth.
Grudge
A few hours ago in darkness,
a long-way-walker made me his vitness.
He told me storys of times long forgotten,
from his home, that is now rotten.
He whispered the lovers softly promise,
and the lonely mans bitter lost and miss.
Silent he was all the time,
keeping to my heard his gentle rime.
From above he came,
silver on dark heavens name.
He awaits me back when Lathanders eye goes to rest,
when my eyes go from north to east, from south to west.
I think you have met him too,
so what did he tell the eyes of you?
God bless this lonely fellower on his endless journey of sorrow,
cause his harbour sank in the ocean of past long time ago.
Starlight
George walked for thirty minutes in the pouring rain without getting a single hair on his head wet. He didn't have a hat or an umbrella and his coat had no hood.
How did he do that?
He is bald
It roars its challenge,
And I respond.
It takes my abuse,
And goes beyond.
Filled with liquid,
In my hurried haste,
I wield my staff,
In this turgid race.
But once I have vanquished,
The mighty foe,
I float like a thistle,
While moving ever so slow.
What are we talking about really?
Waterfall
We are such little tiny 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?
Love
I am the part of the bird that is not in the sky, who can drown in the ocean and yet remain dry.
A last vestige of man that refuses to die. In mourning I am tossed at your feet to lie; I begin my job early, devouring your ankles and thighs.
I work my way up, eating your legs to your waist. And though around midday away I am chased, I return quickly to savor the arm of my taste.
As evening falls I enter your lungs, spiraling down past your mouth and your tongue. I feast on your body, your soul, and your mind,
but as darkness falls you shall find that away I will go, a relief for some; At least until tomorrow morning comes. What am I?
Taste