At Night They Come
At night they come without being fetched. By day they are lost without being stolen. What are they?
The stars.
It Never Lasts Forever
You can have it
and be at it,
but it never
lasts forever.
Peace.
By Sef Daystrom
No Ears and More Than One Eye
I have no ears, but more than one eye,
Cut me in half, I won’t cry,
Leave me alone and I will die.
What am I?
A potato. The roots growing out of a potato are called eyes, when you cut a potato in half it doesn’t produce any moisture and if you leave a poor potato to its own devices, it will die.
Colored As A Maiden Tweaked
Colored as a maiden tweaked,
Time was naught when I began;
Through the garden I was sneaked,
I alone am the fall of man.
What am I?
An apple.
Wench and Warrior
Round and round and round it goes,
The source but not the birth of clothes,
Wench and warrior, child and crone,
Without it dressed near barer bone.
A spinning wheel. It goes around in circles and makes the thread that is used in clothing and anyone who isn’t wearing clothes would be barer boned.
Look In My Face
Look in my face and I am someone,
Look in my back I am no one.
What am I?
A mirror. The face of a mirror shows your face, but the back of a mirror shows nothing but dust and cardboard (depending on the type of mirror).
Walk On the Living
Walk on the living, they don’t even mumble,
Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble.
What are they?
Leaves. They’re soft and silent when they’re alive but crunchy when dead.