"What Am I?" Riddles with Answers

Fill my bucket, spill my bucket, Over a plane of snow. Black the track as I look back, My footsteps talk but make no sound. What am I?

Hands she has but does not hold, teeth she has but does not bite, feet she has but they are cold, eyes she has but without sight. Who is she?

What does no man want, yet no man want to lose?

You hear it speak, for it has a hard tongue. But it cannot breathe, for it has not a lung. What is it?

Lives without a body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, to which the air alone gives birth. What is it?

Who spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals and hides at night?

What is black when you buy it, red when you use it, and gray when you throw it away?

Mountains will crumble and temples will fall, and no man can survive its endless call. What is it?

What lies in bed, and stands in bed, first white then red. The plumber it gets, the better the old woman likes it?

What is it that no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be?

I cover what's real; hide what is true, but sometimes bring out the courage in you. What am I?

Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin. Light enough to caress the sky. Hard enough to crack rocks. What am I?

What do you throw out when you want to use it, but take in when you don't want to use it?

I have two arms, but fingers none. I have two feet, but cannot run. I carry well, but I have found I carry best with my feet off the ground. What am I?

Mountains will crumble and temples will fall, and no man can survive its endless call. What is it?

You can spin, wheel and twist, but this thing can turn without moving. What is it?

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

I am in the sky but also in the ground. When you study me, no matter how long, I will always end with an f. I may be in your yard but not in your house. What am...

Look at me. I can bring a smile to your face, a tear to your eye, or even a thought to your mind. But, I can't be seen. What am I?

Never resting, never still. Moving silently from hill to hill. It does not walk, run or trot. All is cool where it is not.

I was carried into a dark room, and set on fire. I wept, and then my head was cut off. What am I?

What object has keys that open no locks, space but no room, and you can enter but not go in?

First you see me in the grass dressed in yellow gay; next I am in dainty white, then I fly away. What am I?

I go in hard. I come out soft. You blow me hard. What am I?