Riddles for kids what am i

I went to London and have been to Rome. I could go to India and sometimes I get sent home. I do all of this by simply sitting in a corner. What am I?

I am black when you get me, red when you use me, and white when you’re all through with me. What am I?

I can be long or I can be short. I can be grown and I can be bought. I can be painted or left bare. I can be round or even square. What am I?

I have two legs and they only touch the ground when I am not moving. What am I?

I must be kept. Everyone has me and once I am lost by one, others are sure to start losing me too. What am I?

I make a loud noise when I am changing. I get larger but weigh less when I do. What am I?

I can be cracked and I can be made. I can be told and sometimes played. What am I?

I have no eyes and no legs. I have no ears and am strong enough to move the earth. What am I?

I’m the part of the bird that’s not in the sky. I can swim in the ocean and yet remain dry. What am I?

I’m red but I can be green at times and I am even yellow. What am I?

I reach for the sky, but clutch to the ground; sometimes I leave, but I am always around.
What am I?

What can point in every direction but can’t reach the destination by itself.

I am something people love or hate. I change peoples appearances and thoughts. If a person takes care of them self I will go up even higher. To some people I will fool them. To others I am a mystery. Some people might want to try and hide me but I will show. No matter how hard people try I will Never go down. What am I?

I’m not clothes but I cover your body;
The more I’m used, the thinner I grow.
What am I?

I come in many colors and I am very thin, I am found in every country, even in your home, I am very important, you can be very creative with me, I can even help you learn.
What am I?

I always follow you around, everywhere you go at night. I look very bright to people, but I can make the sun dark. I can be in many different forms and shapes. What am I?

Flat as a leaf, round as a ring; Has two eyes, can’t see a thing.
What is it?

I have hundreds of legs but I can only lean;
You make me feel dirty so you feel clean.
What am I?

I am a path situated between high natural masses. Remove my first letter & you have a path situated between man-made masses.
What am I?

I am two-faced but bear only one, I have no legs but travel widely. Men spill much blood over me, kings leave there imprint on me. I have greatest power when given away, yet lust for me keeps me locked away.
What am I?

When liquid splashes me, none seeps through. When I am moved alot, liquid I spew. When I am hit, color I change. And color, I come in quite a range. What I cover is very complex, and I am very easy to flex. What am I?

what falls down but never breaks

I’m named after nothing, though I’m awfully clamorous. And when I’m not working, your house is less glamorous.
What am I?

I only have two backbones and thousands of ribs.
What am I?

I am taken from a mine, and shut up in a wooden case, from which I am never released, and yet I am used by almost everybody.
What am I?

My tail is long, my coat is brown, I like the country, I like the town. I can live in a house or live in a shed, And I come out to play when you are in bed.
What am I?

I’m always in charge, I’m never in debt. I’m known as the first amongst all my kind. I’m found within cars, But never in buses. I’m not used in Mexico, I’m used in Palestine.
What am I?

Late afternoons I often bathe. I’ll soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through my see through clothes. Used up am I; I’ve gone to pot.
What am I?

I welcome the day with a show of light, I steathily came here in the night. I bathe the earthy stuff at dawn, But by the noon, alas! I’m gone.
What am I?

I love to dance and twist and prance, I shake my tail, as away I sail, wingless I fly into the sky.
What am I?

I come in different shapes and sizes. Part of me are curves, others are straight. You can put me anywhere you like, but there is only one right place for me. What am I?

I see without seeing. Noise is an ally.
What am I?

I’m by nature solitary, scarred by spear and wounded by sword, weary of battle. I frequently see the face of war, and fight hateful enemies; yet I hold no hope of help being brought to me in the battle, before I’m eventually done to death. In the stronghold of the city sharp-edged swords, skilfully forged in the flame by smiths, bite deeply into me. I can but await a more fearsome encounter; it is not for me to discover in the city any of those doctors who heal grievous wounds with roots and herbs. The scars from sword wounds gape wider and wider; death blows are dealt to me by day and by night.
What am I?

I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg, I have plenty of backbone, but lack a good leg, I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole, I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole.
What am I?

I have endless make-overs but I never know my look. I can make any dull room bright.
What am I?

Double my number, I’m less than a score, half of my number is less than four. Add one to my double when bakers are near, days of the week are still greater, I fear.
What am I?

I always point in the right direction. My instructions are written in black and white. Disobey me and pay the consequences. I will never say more than two words at a time.
What am I?

I’m done to the chief,
And to the king too;
A liquid formed to stone,
I can hit and hurt you.
What am I?

The higher I climb, the hotter I engage, I can not escape my crystal cage.
What am I?

I am black of eye and bright of hair. I fast in to the ground and follow my lord as he races around the world.
What am I?

Fire is often maintained above me, and if you remove my first letter, you will find the home shared by everyone you have ever known.
What am I?

I herald the darkness which descends on all creatures; You will know my approach by moans and wracked features. I visit the hippo, hyena, and horse, But never go near snails and spiders, of course. I would circle the globe, leaping one to the other, Should all the world’s people ever clasp hands together.
What am I?

I have legs but walk not, a strong back but work not, two good arms but reach not, a seat but sit and tarry not.
What am I?

From house to house I go, sometimes narrow, sometimes wide. And whether there’s rain or snow I always stay outside.
What am I?

You’ll find me all around you;
I can be clear but not seen through;
If I get cut you can glue me shut, but I can do it too.
What am I?

I’m fatherless and motherless, And born without sin. Roaring when entering the world, I never speak again.
What am I?

My life can be measured in hours, I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick, Fat, I am slow, Wind is my foe.
What am I?

With no wings, I fly. With no eyes, I see. With no arms, I climb. More frightening than any beast, stronger than any foe. I am cunning, ruthless, and tall; in the end, I rule all.
What am I?

I can run constantly without ever getting tired. When I run, I frustrate people and drive them crazy, Yet I don’t even have to move to irritate you.
What am I?

Lighter than what I am made of, More of me is hidden Than is seen. What am I?

I am mother and father, but never birth or nurse. I’m rarely still, but I never wander.
What am I?

I can be any color you can imagine. You see me in everyday life. I have been around for many, many years, Look around, you can probably see some of me right now.
What am I?

I am the tool, for inspiring many. Buy me in the store, for not much more than a penny. Don’t overuse me, or my usefulness will go, what am I? Do you know?

I talk, but I do not speak my mind
I hear words, but I do not listen to thoughts
When I wake, all see me
When I sleep, all hear me
Many heads are on my shoulders
Many hands are at my feet
The strongest steel cannot break my visage
But the softest whisper can destroy me
The quietest whimper can be heard.

Stealthy as a shadow in the dead of night, Cunning but affectionate if given a bite. Never owned but often loved. At my sport considered cruel, But that’s because you never know me at all. What am I?

I am, in truth, a yellow fork From tables in the sky By inadvertent fingers dropped The awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed And never quite concealed The apparatus of the dark To ignorance revealed.

To you, rude would I never be, Though I flag my tongue for all to see.
What am I?

I am a food,
I have only three letters in my name;
Leave the first,
I still sound the same.
What am I?

Large as a mountain, small as a pea, Endlessly swimming in a waterless sea. What am I?

I’m pleasing to the eye A tool for many absent of mind A tapestry of fickle lies Blind to even the most pensive spies I’m often the breeder of fervent lust But I am by far one you shouldn’t trust.
What am I?

Adored by few, Feared and hated by many. Mistress of the entire universal reason, Master in the art of numbers. Some may have solved many of your mysteries, But there still much of them to find. What are they?

My second is performed by my first, and, it is thought, a thief by the marks of my whole might be caught.
What am I?

Metal or bone I may be, many teeth I have and always bared, yet my bite harms no one and ladies delight in my touch.
What am I?

Ten Men’s Strength, Ten Men’s Length, Ten Men can’t break it, Yet a young boy walks off with it What am I?

Part carbon, part water, I am poison to the fishes. Many have falsely claimed my name, for I am the pause that refreshes.
What am I?

My first is in chocolate but not in ham, my second’s in cake and also in jam, my third at tea-time is easily found, my whole is a friend who’s often around. What am I?

I am at the beginning of all things. I am at the end of eternity. There is but one path from my beginning to my end. My whole embodies indifference.
What am I?

It’s the only vegetable or fruit that is never sold frozen, canned, processed, cooked, or in any other form but fresh.
What is it?

I’m done to boats, to cargo, to loads;
When indoors I’m, in a way, a narrow road.
What am I?

Forward I am heavy, but backward I am not. What am I?

I walk on four legs in the morning, two legs at midday and three in the afternoon. What am I?

Weight in my belly, Trees on my back, Nails in my ribs, Feet I do lack. What am I?

When young, I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged, I make you gay. When old, I am valued more than ever. What am I?

A dagger thrust at my own heart, Dictates the way I’m swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, To the twisting of the blade. What am I?

I am served at a table, In gatherings of two or four. Served small, white and round. You’ll love some, And that’s part of the fun.
What am I?

I can be hairy and itchy all over. I hang on a stick. I can be the scariest thing you have ever seen. I stand in the middle of nowhere.
What am I?

My first is in wield, sever bones and marrow. My second is in blade, forged in cold steel. My third is in arbalest, and also in arrows. My fourth is in power, plunged through a shield. My fifth is in honour, and also in vows My last will put an end to it all.
What am I?

I run around the city but never move.
What am I?

I’m a seed that’s underground. Many like to spread me around. But my family it’s said is quite insane. And if you’ve a low I.Q. you’ve this kind of brain. Eat me raw and I’ll make you sick. Eat too much and your tongue will stick.
What am I?

I’m blue at day and black at night; I do contain some creatures born and died. What am I?

When you stare at me u see a you in reverse. What am I?

I build up castles. I tear down mountains. I make some men blind, I help others to see. What am I?

You will find me with four legs, but no hair. People ride me for hours, but I don’t go anywhere. Without needing to be tugged, jerked or turned on, I always manage to be ready for work. What am I?

I have two rings. I move by request. If the mixture is not right, I just sit at rest.
What am I?

From house to house he goes, A messenger small and slight. And whether it rains or snows, He sleeps outside at night.
What am I?

My dress is tranquil when I tread the earth, or dwell at home, or drift on the water. Sometimes my wings and this wide sky lift me over the dwellings of men, and then strong clouds carry me over the people. My ornaments echo loudly and melodiously, Illustriously sing when I am not near the earth and stream, a sailing spirit.
What am I?

As I went over London Bridge I met my sister Jenny. I broke her neck and drank her blood And left her standing empty.
What am I?

Though liquid in nature, don’t push me too far; for then I will break, and the damage may scar.
What am I?

You use me for my name, I’m not a breeze to tame, I’m fastest when I’m full and when it’s cheap it sounds the same. You’ll spot a nest near me (although I’m not a tree), the sea is fore, the sea is aft, it’s all around, you see. What am I?

I’m red and I can be green or yellow,
what am I?

I am everything to somone but nothing to everyone else.
What am I?

Close to the words of life stay I, But I wither, wane, and dry.
What am I?

My first is not bent around. My second means “lift her up” or “cut her to the ground.”
What am I?

I am filled with hotness. I don’t mind how hot water is.
What am I?

I’m done with a hand, one at a time;
A motion to make words, but not to make lines;
I’m known as correct, and as a way, in a way;
And even if you don’t take me away, none of me would be left.
What am I?

Pregnant every time you see her, yet she never will give birth. What is she?

You can use me to say hello,
And to say goodbye.
I’m no good when I’m too dry,
I can be quick or I can be slow.
What am I?

A red cap on my head, A stone in my throat, you tell me the answer, I’ll give you a Groat.
What am I?

I build up castles.
I tear down mountains.
I make some men blind,
I help others to see.
What am I?

If a man carried my burden he would break his back. I am not big but leave silver in my tracks. What am I?

I am, in truth, a yellow fork From tables in the sky By inadvertent fingers dropped The awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed And never quite concealed The apparatus of the dark To ignorance revealed.

Of all vegetables, only two can live to produce on their own for several growing seasons. All other vegetables must be replanted every year. What are the only two perennial vegetables?

Black and Blue. Red and Green. Yellow and Blue. Green and Grey. I am all colours. You can try to get close to me, but you can’t escape my vision. If you get greedy, you will try to take your colours for yourself, but before you know it, I will be eating you for lunch. What am I?

What is the noblest musical instrument?

If a man carried my burden He would break his back. I am not rich, But leave silver in my track.

I exist, but have no material form. I am made of numbers, but appear square. I build upon other of my own, but do not topple down. I sit still and do nothing, but I’m still useful. What am I?

I sound a color,
But that’s the old me;
I grow near the water;
I’m what your doing.
What am I?

Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. And whoever knows it wants it not.

My family is known to be crazy;
I’m good when I’m alone and when spread I am amazing;
It’s a matter of taste;
I’m good for your health, bad for your waist.
What am I?

I come across as flat,
But theirs more to me than my surface;
You climb my moutains from top to bottom,
And fall from bottom to top.
What am I?

My full powers come when my makers are dead; I await a heavy hat to put on my head. What am I?

I can kill people, but without me there would be no people. I was born long ago and will someday die. I can cause fire and am a magician with water. I have more brothers than any person. There is very little that can stop me.
What am I?

If you break me, I’ll not stop working. If you can touch me, my work is done. If you lose me, you must find me with a ring soon after. What am I?

What do you use to hoe a row, slay a foe, and wring with woe?

A very pretty thing am I, fluttering in the pale-blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?

The letters of the aplpahbet but only just a few;
It’s hard to say if I was invented or just discovered by you.
What am I?

I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, But my continued death brings wealth for all to want more. What am I?

I am round or oval? I can be light or dark. You can cut me in pieces.
What am I?

When is a door not a door?

I’m sometimes white, Although sometimes I’m black. I take you there, But never bring you back. What am I?

My name starts with “rain” and ends with the first letter of my name. I get mistaken for other things a lot. I am usually present in children’s stories. I am usually flying in mid-air too. What am I?

I give you a group of three. One is sitting down, and will never get up. The second eats as much as is given to him, yet is always hungry. The third goes away and never returns.

Weight in my belly, Trees on my back. Nails in my ribs, Feet I do lack.

One way I’m loose, one way I’m tight;
Out with left, in with right.
What am I?

Runs over fields and woods all day Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Awaiting for a bone. What am I?

A box without hinges, key or lid, Yet golden treasure inside is hid.
What am I?

I am a tick, I am usually black or white, You will find me on many clothing, People think I am cool.
What am I?

little Nancy Ettistoat, in a white pettiecoat and a red nose, the longer she stands, the shorter she grows!

A box with no hinges, latch, or lid. Inside a golden treasure is hid.
What am I?

When is a door not a door?

What is yellow, looks like the moon and has seeds?

When young, I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged, I make you gay. When old, I am valued more than ever. What am I?

I can run but not walk. Whereever I go, thought follows me close behind?

What kind of goose fights with snakes?

What animal would you get crossed a duck, a beaver, and an otter?

I have four legs but no tail. Usually I am heard only at night. What am I?

What animal probably likes doors?