To Be Gold Is Good
To be gold is to be good,
To be stone is to be nothing,
To be glass is to be fragile,
To be cold is to be cruel.
What am I?
A heart.
A Cowboy Rides Into Town On Friday
A cowboy rides into town on Friday, stays for three days and leaves on Friday. How did he do it?
The horse’s name is Friday
Built From Anything You Don’t Like
I’m built from anything you don’t like,
You’re using me right now in fact,
I am one but represent many,
When attacked I’m easily cracked,
I’m created in seconds but live forever
And though you may not understand,
I’ll help you do well but be careful my friend,
Hurt me and you won’t withstand.
What am I?
Character (or characters).
Kids are often told, when dealing with unpleasant things, that it builds character. You’re reading the characters this riddle is written with. In computer science a char is often represented by one byte and can store any character you want.
When politicians have their character besmirched it can swiftly change the voting public’s mind about them. Characters in novels are created with a few lines but live on in our memories. And if your character or reputation is damaged, you may find it hard to deal with the aftermath.
And here’s a great quote from Warren Buffet on your character.
“It takes 20 years to build a reputation and five minutes to ruin it. If you think about that, you’ll do things differently.” — Warren Buffet
Growing Tall But Never Fat
This on this.
That on that.
Growing tall,
but never fat.
What am I?
A stack.
By Sef Daystrom
Hear a Lot, Say a Lot
I hear a lot
And I say a lot
Few ever look for me
And even fewer ever hear me
I hide in plain sight
Whether its day or night
To help is all I want
But most like to bend me
And as if they had a wand
Never again shall anyone find me
They do this to control
Without realizing the high price of a soul
But when I’m least expected
They’d rather be protected
For there shall be no place to hide
What am I?
The truth.
I Know of Word of Letters Three
I know a word of letters three. Add two, and fewer there will be
Few.
All Like Me Would Now Retire
I work hard most every day,
Not much time to dance and play,
If I could reach what I desire,
All like me would now retire.
What am I?
A doctor. They work hard to eradicate illness, but if they ever succeeded, they would no longer be needed. Hey, that even rhymed!
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.