"What Am I?" Riddles with Answers

What falls, but never breaks? What Breaks, but never falls?

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...

I am, in truth, a yellow fork From tables in the sky By inadvertent fingers dropped The awful cutlery cry. Of mansions never quite...

My tines are long. My tines are short. My tines end ere My first report. What am I?

The land was white the seed was black it'll take a good scholar to riddle me that. What is it?

I can be smooth as silk when you touch me Yet hard as rock when you hit me I can be crystal clear Or dark as pitch I can be still...

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...

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

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 t...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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....

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

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?

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

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