Imprisoned In Wood and Never Released
I am taken from a mine and shut up in a wooden case from which I am never released. Yet I am used by almost everybody. What am I?
Pencil lead. While modern pencils don’t contain lead, that’s still what we call the graphite compound. When real lead was used in pencils it was mined and nearly everyone has used a pencil at some point in their life.
Can’t Be Touched, Can Be Felt
It can’t be touched, but can be felt.
It can’t be opened, but can be gone into.
Those who seek it always find it under something,
yet it moves from place to place.
Shade. You can’t touch shade, but you can feel its coolness. You can’t open shade but you can go into it. If you’re looking for shade it always has to be underneath something to block the light and shade moves as the light does.
Written by Sef Daystrom
Slice My Head
You use a knife to slice my head and weep beside me when I’m dead.
An onion.
Crawl on the Earth, Rise on Pillar
I crawl on the earth and rise on a pillar.
What am I?
A shadow.
Four of Us In Your Field
Four of us are in your field
But our differences keep us at yield
First, a one that is no fool
Though he resembles a gardener’s tool
Next, one difficult to split in two
And a girl once had one as big as her shoe
Then, to the mind, one’s a lovely bonder
And truancy makes it grow fonder
Last, a stem connecting dots of three
Knowing all this, what are we?
The four suits in a deck of standard playing cards
The Spade is a gardener’s tool.
The Diamond is the hardest gem to break. “Little Girl and Queen” is a Mother Goose rhyme, in which the Queen gave the girl a large diamond for picking the Queen some roses.
The Heart bonds with the mind to form love. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
The Club, or Clover, is three dots connected around a stem.
People Eat Me
I am a word of 5 letters and people eat me. If you remove the first letter I become a form of energy. Remove the first two and I’m needed to live. Scramble the last 3 and you can drink me. What am I?
wheat
heat
eat
tea
Measures Out Time
I measure out time,
Until in time,
All is smashed into me.
What am I?
Sand