1000+ Hard Riddles with Answers
Little trotty hetty coat in a long petticoat and a red nose the longer she stands the shorter she grows. What is it?
It is in the rock, but not in the stone; It is in the marrow, but not in the bone;
It is in the bolster, but not in the bed; It is not in the living, nor yet in the dead.
I never was, am always to be,
No one ever saw me, nor ever will
And yet I am the confidence of all
To live and breathe on this terrestrial ball.
What is it?
My first letter is in the spell, but not the book
My second letter is in the fright and also the shook
My third letter is in the cauldron, but never in pot
My fourth letter is in the net and also in the knot
My fifth letter is in the bat, but never in the vampire
My sixth letter is in the coal, but not found in fire
My seventh letter is in moon, but not in night
Who am I?
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?
I am, in truth, a yellow fork
From tables in the sky
By inadvertent fingers dropped
The awful cutlery cry.
Of mansions never quite disclosed
And never quite concealed
The apparatus of the dark
To ignorance revealed.
What am I?
Curtail me thrice, I am a youth;
Behead me once, a snake;
Complete, I'm often used, in truth,
When certain steps you'd take.
What Am I?
I am black of eye and bright of hair
And my feet are firmly in the ground.
I love the sun upon my face
And I follow it around.
When I am dead and gone tis said,
That I will droop real low,
That I will keep the birds well fed,
Standing stiff there in my row.
What am I?
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?
Five hundred begins it, five hundred ends it,
Five in the middle is seen;
First of all figures, the first of all letters,
Take up their stations between.
Join all together, and then you will bring
Before you the name of an eminent king.
An old man wanted to leave all of his money to one of his three sons, but he didn't know which one he should give it to. He gave each of them a few coins and told them to buy something that would be able to fill their living room. The first man bought straw, but there was not enough to fill the room. The second bought some sticks, but they still did not fill the room. The third man bought two things that filled the room, so he obtained his father's fortune. What were the two things that the man bought?
I drift forever with the current down these long canals they’ve made,
Tame, yet wild, I run elusive Multitasking to your aid.
Before I came, the world was darker, colder, sometimes, rougher, true
But though I might make living easy, I’m good at killing people too.
Reaching stiffly for the sky,
I bare my fingers when it’s cold
In warmth I wear an emerald glove
And in between I dress in gold
Three brothers share a family sport: A non-stop marathon
The oldest one is fat and short And trudges slowly on
The middle brother’s tall and slim And keeps a steady pace
The youngest runs just like the wind, a speeding through the race
“He’s young in years, we let him run,” the other brothers say
“‘Cause though he’s surely number one, he’s second, in a way.”
It’s true I bring serenity,
And hang around the stars
But yet I live in misery;
You’ll find me behind bars
With thieves and villains I consort
In prison I’ll be found
But I would never go to court,
Unless there’s more than one
There is one word that stands the test of time and holds fast to the center of everything. Though everyone will try at least once in their life to move around this word, but in fact, unknowingly, they use it every moment of the day. Young or old, awake or in sleep, human or animal, this word stands fast. It belongs to everyone, to all living things, but no one can master it. The word is?