What I Embrace I Destroy
My first two letters say my name.
My last letter asks a question.
What I embrace I destroy.
What am I?
Ivy. IV is pronounced ivy, y is pronounced why and fast growing ivy can smother and kill trees, shrubs and grass.
I Was Not Born
I was not born, but I am here.
I have no name, but I am given many.
I was made by science and life.
What am I?
A clone.
I Widen My Jaws
I flex my jaws when you use me,
My only purpose is to damage,
Yet I’m used by small children.
What am I?
Scissors.
Bought By the Yard
I am bought by the yard but worn by the foot. What am I?
Carpet. Worn is used in the sense of a well-worn item.
(found on r/riddles)
A Metal Roof and a Glass Wall
I have a metal roof and a glass wall,
I burn and burn but never fall.
What am I?
A lantern.
A Trail of Silver
If you carried my burden, you would be crushed.
Though not rich, I leave a trail of silver.
What am I?
A snail. They carry their homes on their back, and a house would crush a person (even the tiny houses). And the trail of silver is a bit of a stretch, but it’s the slimy, gooey substance snails leave behind them.
Wake Up With No Electricity
I can wake you in the morning but I require no electricity or winding.
I can also provide you with a meal, but only once.
What am I?
A rooster. If you did use electricity on your rooster, you would no longer be woken up, but it could provide a finger lickin’ last meal.
I Prevent Escape
I prevent escape or intrusion,
Yet I also preserve and protect,
Thieves use me to get money,
From me they can often collect.
I’m the practice of a sport, but not on the lawn,
Your friends may get upset when I’m sat upon.
What am I?
Fence. Fences keep ne’er-do-wells out and protect people inside. A fence is a person who buys stolen goods to later resell them for a profit. Those who fence practice the sport of fencing. En garde! And people don’t like it when you sit on the fence in a heated debate. (Believe me, I speak from experience)
Inscribed On My Face
Marking mortal privation when what’s under me is in place.
An enduring summation, inscribed on my face.
What am I?
A tombstone (or gravestone, headstone, monument, you get the idea).
I Have Hundreds of Legs
I have hundreds of legs but I can only lean,
You make me feel dirty so you can feel clean.
What am I?
A broom.