I Have Wings But Cannot Fly
I have wings but cannot fly.
I can do the twist but can’t move around.
People enjoy relaxing in my company.
What am I?
A ceiling fan.
A Treasure to Many
A necessity to some, a treasure to many,
I’m best enjoyed among pleasant company.
Some like me hot, some like me cold.
Some prefer mild, some like me bold.
What am I?
Coffee.
Hot My Entire Life
I have been hot my entire life. Put me in water or in a freezer for days and I will still be hot. My red color should tell you but don’t be deceived, even when I’m green, I’m still hot. What am I?
A red or green laser. Red and green pepper also works.
Technically, the laser beam itself isn’t hot, but lasers can heat up what they’re shining on.
At Birth It Can’t Start Nor By Death Is It Ended
More precious than gold, but cannot be bought,
Can never be sold, only earned if it’s sought,
If it is broken it can still can be mended,
At birth it can’t start nor by death is it ended.
Friendship. It is more precious than gold to have a genuine friend, and true friendship cannot be bought or sold, only earned. When a friendship is broken it can be fixed and infants aren’t able to make friends until they’re older, but death can’t end it. Love doesn’t work as an answer because a friendship requires two people to interact, while parents love their children as soon as they’re born.
I Come in the Form of a Question
I come in the form of a question. If you don’t know the answers, you will think a lot, but when you know or you are being told the answer it sounds simple that you will think everybody can easily know.
A riddle or brain teaser.
I Move Without Wings
I move without wings,
Between silken string,
I leave as you find,
My substance behind.
What am I?
A spider.
A House With No Doors
I am in a house with no doors. There are people inside but give no reply. Who am I?
A fish. A fish bowl or aquarium is the fish’s house and the people inside are the decorative divers that offer no reply (one might ask how the fish knows, given that they aren’t a talkative bunch themselves).
I Am, In Truth, A Yellow Fork
I am, in truth, a yellow fork
From tables in the sky
By inadvertent fingers dropped
The awful cutlery.
Of mansions never quite disclosed
And never quite concealed
The apparatus of the dark
To ignorance revealed.
— Emily Dickenson
Lightning.