Rhyming Riddles 🎶 in 2025

My first is in window but not in pane.
My second’s in road but not in lane.
My third is in oval but not in round.
My fourth is in hearing but not in sound.
My whole is known as a sign of peace.
And from noah’s ark won quick release.

It’s small but larger than a bee,
And agile as a flea.
It humms but does not buzz,
And it’s not covered with fuzz.
It is a small collector,
Of juicy flower nectar.

When it shines, its light is hazy.
Makes the oceans swell like crazy.
It makes moods seem more romantic,
But it makes the ladies frantic.

A warrior amongst the flowers, he bears a thrusting sword.
He uses it whenever he must, to defend his golden hoard.

A hundred years I once did live,
and often wholesome food did give,
yet all that time I ne’er did roam,
so much as a half a mile from my home,
my days were spent devoid of strife,
until at last I lost my life.
And since my death – I pray give ear,
I oft have traveled far and near.

They make no sense at all,
In them you either fly or fall.
They make you do it all.
Their need is biologic,
but they are most illogic.
They are not real but still can be achieved,
If they are just believed.

I lack much reason, but often rhyme,
And require logic to pass the time,
To get the words to tell your kin,
Look for clues that lie within,
Though all are different, they act the same,
The answer is practically in the name.

My first is second in line;
I send shivers up your spine;
not quite shining bright
I glitter in the light.

I chatter away

When ‘pie’s’ in my name;

With ‘net’ I call pull you,

No force can refrain.

Having an excessively high opinion of one’s own
appearance

What we use to think

I live in oceans, rivers and seas. I float when I’m cold, when I’m hot I’m free.

I’m the biggest mammal in the sea, most other fish let me be. I can shoot water from my head, when I sleep I need no bed.

It floats over the land,
It cuts the tallest mountain,
Its voice is like a fountain,
Its body like a snake,
Will flow into a lake.

I am small, but, when entire,
of force to set a town on fire;
Let but one letter disappear,
I then can hold a herd of deer;
Take one more off, and then you’ll find
I once contained all human kind.

Used to wield power and glory, yet results were rather gorey,
When it wrote our human story.
In the eyes of wiser men, it is weaker than a pen.

My first is in ocean but never in sea.
My second’s in wasp but never in bee.
My third is in glider and also in flight.
My whole is a creature that comes out at night.

They keep secrets locked away.
And you pass through them each day.
For each one there is a key,
They respond to sesame.

They belong to me; they belong to you;
They can make you feel happy or make you feel blue;
They never end until the day you do

I am killer of trees but people need me.
I can be blown away by a breeze
and I have been here since ancient Greece.
What am I?