Destroyer of the unbreakable,
More of me is hidden than seen.

What am I?

What is something to everybody and nothing to everyone else?

I am flora, not fauna,
I am foliage, not trees,
I am shrubbery, not grass,

What am I?

My first is in FLOWER and in ROSE
My second is in FORK and well as HOSE
My third is in CROCUS but not in GNOME
My fourth is in RAKE never in HOME
My fifth is in HOE and also in WEEDS
My sixth is in SHEARS though not in SEEDS
My seventh is in LADYBIRD not in CREATURE

What am I?

Touch me and I’m gone,
But to you I belong.
I stay with you for life,
But I am not seen by your wife.

What am I?

It may only be given,
Not taken or bought,
What the sinner desires,
But the saint does not.

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.

What am I?

Begin with a word, five letters to my name,
Remove the first and last but I am the same
Take out my middle and still I remain.

What word am I?

With pointed fangs it sits in wait,
With piercing force it doles out fate,
Over bloodless victims proclaiming its might,
Eternally joining in a single bite

What is it?

What do you call a woman who doesn’t have all her fingers on one hand?