Rhyming Riddles 🎶 in 2024

They made me a mouth, but didn’t give me breath.
Water gives me life, but the sun brings me death.

I have an eye but cannot see,
You’ll head inside when you see me.

We are little airy creatures,
all of different voice and 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 a box within.
If the fifth you should pursue,
it can never fly from you.
What are we?

An utensil used for bread.
Also a paper cutter.
Used by a thug to take a life,
Or wielded by the tamest wife,
When used to spread the butter.

I’m jumpy and nervous;

I’m a verb’s sense of time;

I’m covering the campers;

With ‘sense’ we’re a rhyme.

A wall I can be,

Cast out to sea;

A classmate or teammate;

To look narrowly.

I am not a pillow,

Though we rhyme so well;

I’m more apt to weep

If I’m feeling well.

Picasso’s homeland

Twist your ankle

A flying vessel of transport

Large long legged, long necked bird

Opposite of crazy

I get stamped but no foot is pressed on me. Inside me, you place letters for mail delivery.

I hide what’s real and conceal what’s true, at times I bring out the courage in you.

If your windows upstairs are dirty, and outside they must be cleaned, you’ll use me to climb up and reach them, once against the wall I’m leaned.

Not for an elephant, or one for clothes but I’m a trunk and I grow and grow.

Although I’m made of blades, I am something that loves to grow. I’m not sharp like a razor, I am something you can mow.

I am very thin and flat, on a branch I shall be found. When I’m from a deciduous, you’ll find me falling on the ground.

If someone’s floating out of doors, their arms and feet are in motion. There is going to be a good chance they’re swimming in the _______.

You will hear it rumble after flashes of lightening. They named it after Thor who’s the Norse God of this thing.