Rhyming Riddles 🎶 in 2025

It gets passed among men and builds without growing.
It serves to injure from a source unknowing.
What is it?

Halo of water, tongue of wood.
Skin of stone, long I’ve stood.
My fingers short reach to the sky.
Inside my heart men live and die.

It holds most knowledge that has ever been said.
But is not the brain, is not the head.
To feathers and their masters, it’s both bane and boon.
One empty, and one full.

At the end of my yard there is a vat,
four-and-twenty ladies dancing in that;
Some in green gowns, and some with blue hat;
He is a wise man who can tell me that

Small, containing light,
You’ll need it in the dark,
It will provide that spark,
and shine into the night.
Will light up any pyre,
‘Cause it can help make a fire.

When liquid splashes me, none seeps through.
When I am moved a lot, liquid I spew.
When I am hit, color I change.
And color, I come in quite a range.
What I cover is very complex,
And I am very easy to flex.

With ‘cu’ I’m a veggie,

A friend of tomato;

With ‘en’ I’m a bother,

A real leaden weight-o.

Not fancy

You can see my effects, yet I’ll never be seen, I come after cross, whirl and wood and come before mill, sock and screen.

You saw me where I couldn’t be, yet often you do see me

I’m tall in the morning and short in the noon.
I disappear at night but I will be back soon.

My children are near and far.
No matter that I know where they are.
The gift I give them make their day.
But if I were gone they would wander away.

A type of lettuce