"What Am I?" Riddles with Answers

What always runs but never walks, often murmurs, never talks, has a bed but never sleeps, has a mouth but never eats?

The more you have of it, the less you see. What is it?

Runs over fields and woods all day Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, A-waiting for a bone." Wha...

I love to move around, But usually not on the ground. I'm quite strung out when way up high. I like to sail, but I need to stay dr...

I saw an unusual book: The foreword comes after the epilogue; The end is in the first half of the book; The index comes before the...

Many many years ago when I was twenty three, I got married to a widow who was pretty as could be. This widow had a grown-up daugh...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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....

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

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

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

Different lights do make me strange, thus into different sizes I will change.

What I am visible to you, you cannot see me, but when I am invisible, you long to see me. I am plenty with someone patient, but al...

An open ended barrel, I am shaped like a hive. I am filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive! What am I?

When the day after tomorrow is yesterday, today will be as far from Wednesday as today was from Wednesday when the day before yest...

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

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?

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