Medium Riddles

It comes only before, it comes only after. Rises only in darkness, but rises only in light. It is always the same, but is yet always different.

What eight letter word has "kst" in middle, in the beginning and at the end?

It's tough as nails, Or soft as snow. People use it for their rink, Some just put in their drink.

Sometimes you feel it weigh a ton.
Yet it is nothing, but somehow still there.
Makes you uncomfortable around anyone,
But speak its name and it's gone.

What has a head and a tail but no body?

I am round as a bowl, deep as a tub, but all the world's water couldn't fill me up.

What is the largest living ant on earth?

My first part compliments people. My second part makes things known. My third part hurts feelings. My fourth part holds a previous treasure. My fifth part is used when sharing fancy beverages. What am I?

I am clean when I'm black, dirty when I'm white. What am I?

What has three feet but no arms or legs?

I do not contain flesh, feather, or scales; yet I have fingers and thumbs. What am I?

I am a food with 5 letters. If you remove the first letter I am a form of energy. Remove two and I'm needed to live. Scramble the last 3 and you can drink me down. What am I?

What can speak without a tongue and listen without ears?

What measures out time until in time all is smashed to it?

I saw a fight the other day;
A damsel did begin the fray.
She with her daily friend did meet,
then standing in the open street,
she gave such hard and sturdy blows,
he bled ten gallons at the nose;
yet neither seemed to faint nor fall,
nor gave her an abuse at all.

An art-form and its colourful result.

What has one hand longer than the other, and goes on all day and night?

I make noise yet you don't see me make it. I alarm for good yet sometimes for worse. I have a companion. What am I?

I provide cover for games of footsie and tax-free wages. What am I?

The epic tale of two women battling over a sparkly pair of shoes.

What can touch someone once and last them a lifetime?

People are hired to get rid of me.
I'm often hiding under your bed.
In time I'll always return you see.
Bite me and you're surely dead.

Inside a burning house, this thing is best to make. And best to make it quickly, before the fire's too much to take.

According to the music industry, you can count on a midnight train and the devil to turn up here.

Commits friendly home invasions one night a year.

Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay.

It is sometimes known to have silver linings.

What flies without wings?

What is something yet nothing, but if you fill it up it will disappear?

Lots of them make up a word, And lots of words are in them. It's easy when you think about it. A while ago we stamped and mailed them.

You row in one while you float.

What is the end of everything?

My first half means container. Not a lot of people understand my language. What am I?

What can be any size or shape and gets bigger the more you take from it?

How can a pants pocket be empty and still have something in it?

What animal dwells in water and best known for its work ethic?

I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. You can see, and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was.

Put into a pit, locked beneath a grate, guarded through the night, yet it still goes out.

What becomes white when it is dirty?

I crushed on Wendy Darling. What am I?

What is never eaten before lunch?

Ambitious people will climb the social version of this contraption.

A type of hammer that brings a room to order.

I start in little but I end in full, you'll find me in half and complete.

What can get you there in eco style, pushed by your legs mile after mile?

I am a place with substance and story, where many masquerade to there glory. What am I?

What binds two people yet touches only one?

This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.

In the evening I'm long, in the morning I'm small;
When seen in a ballroom, I'm nothing at all.

I met a man and drew his name. He tipped his hat and played my game. What is his name?

This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face.

Old Grandpa Diddle Daddle jumped in the mud puddle, green cap and yellow shoes. Guess all your loftiness and you can't guess these news.

What's large on Saturday and Sunday. Small on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, and disappears on Monday and Friday?

I am the best thing that can happen after a stick hits a ball. What am I?

What does a cat have that no other animal has?

My first is in blood and also in battle. My second is in acorn, oak, and apple. My third and fourth are both the same. In the center of sorrow and twice in refrain. My fifth starts eternity ending here. My last is the first of last, Oh Dear!

Can describe a distress signal or flashy accessories.

I run over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night I sit not alone. My tongue hangs out, up and to the rear, awaiting to be filled in the morning.

If you were standing directly on Antarctica's South Pole facing north, which direction would you travel if you took one step backward?

One of the few vegetables that is routinely consumed with marshmallows.

A certain wizard resided in a city made from this gemstone.

It can be white or blue or black, Humped or have a horn. And when it talks it sings its menuets, as it's travelling the depths.

Though not a plant, has leaves. Though not a beast, has spine. Though many wouldn't need this thing, It's more valuable than wine.

With four oars it swims but it is always at home.
Its back is like armor, tougher than chrome.
What is it?

It is the electronic version of junk mail or a salty meat in a can.

They're up near the sky, on something very tall. Sometimes they die, only then do they fall.

My first is equality; my second is inferiority; my whole is superiority.

I won't break if you throw me off from the highest building but I will break if you place me in the ocean. What am I?

Black and scary, small and hairy.
In the night you hear it preach,
Through its noisy high pitched screech.

He has a genie to thank for the fact that he married a princess.

Held firmly in the hands, like a sword it cuts deep.
Bloodless strokes, all, then forward we leap.

I can be short and sometimes hot. When displayed, I rarely impress.

I don't forget! What am I?

Give it a toss, and it's ready, but not until it's dressed. What is it?

How do snails travel?

Found under bridges and on the Internet.

More rare today than long ago. There's a salutation from friends written below. What am I?

I scribble forms of the finest letter,
And repel elements of the harshest weather.
I am an arrow-aimer
and a dust-breaker.

This food is a white meat, that often goes with salad. It's poultry.

What do you call two witches who live together?

A time when they're green. A time when they're brown.
But both of these times, cause me to frown.
But just in between, for a very short while.
They're perfect and yellow. And cause me to smile.

Often held but never touched.
Always wet but never rusts.
Often bits but seldom bit.
To use it well you must have wit.
What am I?

I always run but never walk,
I sometimes sing but cannot talk,
No head on which a hat to place,
You always look me in the face.

Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?

You are having a bad day if 12 peers deem you to be this.

Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies,
I scream in celebration,
Yet moments later, my outburst through,
I am naught but imagination.

What is long and filled with seamen?

What turns everything around but does not move?

Look at me one way and I weigh a whole lot; turn me around and you'll see that I am not.
What am I?

I turn around once. What is out will not get in. I turn around again. What is in will not get out. What am I?

The sun bakes them,
The hand breaks them,
The foot treads them,
The mouth tastes them.

What breaks on the water but never on the land?

It belongs to you, but other people use it more than you do.
What is it?

Take away my first letter, then take away my second letter. Then take away the rest of my letters, yet I remain the same. What am I?

What cannot talk but will always reply when spoken to?

What tastes better than it smells?

You can hold it without using your hands or your arms.
What is it?

You throw me out when you want to use me and you take me in when you don't want to use me.
Who am I?

I give milk and have a horn but I'm not a cow. Who am I?

A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within.
Who am I?