37 Easy Riddles - Test Your Problem Solving Skills

Carried down on deep dives,

Or far up to the skies,

Produced by trees,

Spread by a breeze.

Clear demarcation of in or out,

Stained for chapels, tinted for clout,

A portal letting light hit the floors,

Transparent barrier to the outdoors.

Harmless resting snug and tight,

But unleashed I gleam and bite,

Weaker than a pen,

Relic of old used to defend.

Harmless resting snug and tight,

But unleashed I gleam and bite,

Weaker than a pen,

Relic of old used to defend.

It comes for all, from birth to rest,

An end of tales, at the last breath,

From its grip, no one can breach,

Where all life's journeys finally cease.

Soleful companions seen worldwide,

A trusted tool used in stride,

To understand how things may worsen,

Try on those of another person.

In a map, I help you plan,

In music, I’m a note's clan,

In your hand I open doors,

To help keep safe what is only yours.

Through my canal waves come,

And then strike against a drum,

So you may know what is near,

Keep you upright, but do not steer.

The earliest gets a treat,

Symbol of a life free,

Known to have the best view,

With one stone you may kill two.

To find me some look in the ground,

Others look towards the sky,

The essence of life,

But make many men die.

Serve to adorn or to cut,

Skilled hands give me faces,

In pressure born, initially rough,

Known to last for ages.

Keeps you cool or makes you dry,

Standing tall or hanging high,

Blades slicing too fast to see,

Aiming to create a breeze.

Red or white or shades between,

I can make your love be seen,

Head fragrant and soft to touch,

Body draws blood in your clutch.

Saddle and bell, chain and wheels,

Trusty steed pushed by your heels,

They say it’s like riding me,

If something’s remembered easily.

Easy to change - it is said,

An idea above one's head,

A few turns, a flick, then my sphere,

Radiates to show what's near.

A collection of intricate lies,

A highway used worldwide,

A deadly trap,

Snares a meal before it’s wrapped.

Arched or straight, thick or thin,

Two caterpillars make me whole,

Change my shape on a whim,

Framing windows to the soul,

In a cave of pearls I wait,

Until needed to communicate,

Or ensure what passes me is fresh,

Some may stick me out in jest.

I provide refuge, a comfort in gloom,

But left unattended, I may consume,

All around me, leaving shades of gray,

Even end life, to many’s dismay.

Flat, and full of color.

A surprise when pulled from under,

Always looked down on,

Constantly stepped on.

A ballet in a square ring,

Wearing gloves, two dancers swing,

Eyes locked, they bob and weave,

Looking for a shot to make the other heave.

To protect, I expand,

Rain or shine, take my stand,

Draw me in when not in need,

For a gust may set me free.

Tightened by the hungry,

Wraps you in snug embrace,

A prize given to fighters,

Keeps your attire in its place.

A silent battle, no sword in sight,

War where all is black and white,

Knights leap forth to serve their king,

Move in turn in minds great ring.

Reach for clouds, without having flown,

A giant asleep, of ice and of stone,

Step on my spine, if you dare,

Brave the cold, thin air.

Journey from a darkened space,

Where joy or tears may grace your face,

Countless stories seen by scene,

Shadows dancing on a screen.

I run swift but never tire,

To many men, a most valued supplier,

A silver ribbon spanning land,

Nurtured by rain, shaping the sand.

A silent invader, that eyes can't see,

May travel far, from sea to sea,

Borne in the air, or a touch, maybe,

That challenges health and humanity.

The blueprint, the unseen code,

Around the world, my secrets load,

Through generations, passed along,

Traits and features, weak or strong.

Upon a rounded hilltop, I expand,

A soft, fine forest, strand by strand,

In wind I dance, in rain I cling,

In age I change, and often thin.

A silent story, a memory's trace,

A fleeting moment held in place,

In colors bold or shades of gray,

Of love and life, I tell the play.

A tireless worker, midst green I dwell,

Journeying forth when buds do swell,

My craft is sweet, a golden prize,

But my sting is no disguise.

Stage for a wrestling match,

Or perhaps a yoga stance,

I greet guests at your door,

And clean shoes to save your floor.

A large section of Earth’s crust,

Or what holds your car’s ID,

Full when one is overcommitted,

Chef’s canvas from which you eat.

Venue for a household sale,

Green space to call your own,

A measurement in the USA,

Talked about in football plays.

A defect in computer systems,

Don't want me in your bed,

An informal term for virus,

Two antennae and six legs.

Schools - but no class,

Scales - but no key,

Shimmering unsurfaced,

Plenty in the sea.