Submitted by goodale on Wed, 2013-04-17 12:00
No-one's suggested answers, even by private message, to the last couple of riddles. I don't know if this means you're bored of them now, or they were too easy or too hard, but I will keep trying to post them anyhow.
Riddle of the day:
Tough I am, but broken.
Tear me and bring me to a happy end.
Submitted by goodale on Tue, 2013-04-16 12:00
Riddle of the day:
I walk three quarters of the world's path,
a heavy burden,
when I come through the door all greet me with joy
Submitted by goodale on Mon, 2013-04-15 12:00
Sorry for the lack of riddles over the weekend, I had intended to post some, but had no time at all on Saturday, with the SfS Gathering, and yesterday was pretty packed with visiting the British Museum and the British Library, and enjoying London in the sun before heading home.
Riddle of the day:
World weavers,
Able to heal hurts,
or hurt worse than stick or stone.
Choose wisely from your chest.
Submitted by goodale on Fri, 2013-04-12 12:00
Riddle of the day:
High on a cliff I saw a shepherd,
One eye crying to the sea,
No-one could hurt him,
And snuck away.
Submitted by goodale on Thu, 2013-04-11 12:00
Riddle of the day:
I am right there,
when sustenance you seek.
My wit honed,
by stone and by steel.
Submitted by goodale on Wed, 2013-04-10 12:00
Riddle of the day:
In my youth my heart was warm,
I was the light of the party,
but now I'm old
and have grown cold,
my heart has shrunk,
and you should fear my dark embrace.
Submitted by goodale on Tue, 2013-04-09 12:00
Riddle of the day:
A frozen tear,
sleeping with delight,
when woken,
floods the room.
Submitted by goodale on Mon, 2013-04-08 12:00
Riddle of the day:
A man and his sister met,
he turned off the light,
they sat in the darkened hush,
waiting for the dawn.
Submitted by goodale on Sun, 2013-04-07 12:00
Lots of people got yesterday's riddle quickly. Here's today's:
One eyed, the hunter stands,
seeking the swiftest prey.
Colourful his coat,
a warning to the rest.
Submitted by goodale on Sat, 2013-04-06 12:00
Riddle of the day:
There is a man who waxes his face,
looking down on everyone,
but sometimes he turns his back on them.
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