School
I'm given to you but owned by none,
You waste me when work’s undone.
Though I am measured, I can't be seen—
I’m always moving, swift and keen.
What am I?
Time
I live in a ring, but I’m not a jewel,
My footwork’s sharp, my fists are tools.
I fight with rules, not out of rage,
A dance of pain upon a stage.
What am I?
A Boxer
He walks alone but leaves two prints,
A desert soul with sacred hints.
His robe is worn, his blade aglow—
He fights the dark with what he knows.
What movie is this?
Star Wars
I speak without a single sound,
Reveal the facts that must be found.
But change my form or twist my base,
And fiction may replace my face.
What am I?
A Textbook
No feet I have, yet I still run,
I track the heat beneath the sun.
My curves are marked, my lanes are set,
Though still I move, without regret.
What am I?
A Racetrack
A castle tall, a lightning scar,
A boy who learns just who you are.
With spells and friends, he finds his way—
A chosen one, led not astray.
What movie is this?
Harry Potter
I stand with arms that never hug,
Yet point the way with zero smug.
My face is known in every room,
But when I’m gone, confusion looms.
What am I?
A Clock
I have a face but never smile,
A swinging arm with measured guile.
I aim for pins, yet never sew—
What sport am I? Take a throw.
Bowling
He roars with pride, then runs away,
From guilt he hides day after day.
But fate returns with jungle friends,
He takes his place where circle ends.
The Lion King
I’m born from stress, from minds that strive,
A mystery till thoughts arrive.
I disappear when insight’s near—
But haunt again when tests draw near.
What am I?
A Question
My hands can’t touch, my legs don’t move,
Yet crowds still cheer the paths I prove.
I fly with spin, or fall with grace,
My silent duels decide the race.
A Ball (Any Kind)
I carry the ring, though small in size,
Through fire, shadow, and treacherous lies.
The fate of all rests in my hand,
As I cross death to save the land.
What movie is this?
The Lord Of The Rings
I am a cage that opens wide,
Yet holds the world you keep inside.
Each lock is made of thoughts precise—
To turn the key, you pay the price.
Too little paid, you’re left outside.
What am I?
A Test/Exam
I begin with silence, end in roar,
Each step I take, the crowd wants more.
My journey’s timed, my grip is tight—
One slip, I fall from dizzy height.
What sport am I?
I'm part of code, yet flesh I seem,
Awoken from a digital dream.
Two pills, a choice—red or blue,
Now I must learn what’s false or true.
What movie is this?
The Matrix