Never Stolen, Owned By All
I can never be stolen from you.
I am owned by everyone.
Some have more, some have less.
What am I?
Knowledge.
I Hide In A Dark Tunnel
I hide in a dark tunnel awaiting my time.
I can only be released by pulling back.
Once released, I may do unspeakable damage.
A bullet.
I Belong To Everyone
I belong to everyone. Sometimes I make you happy, sometimes I make you sad. I will never end until the day you do.
Your thoughts.
Bowl That Can’t Be Filled
I am as round and deep as a bowl, but all the world’s water couldn’t fill me up. What am I?
A sieve.
Long or Short, Grown or Bought
I can be long or short. I can be grown or bought. I can be painted or left bare. My tip can be round or square. What am I?
Fingernails.
I Stand Like A Sentry
I stand like a sentry
And am barred by the gentry,
The first month and its god oft slip
Between my hard, dun colored lip.
What am I?
Sentries are posted at borders, gates, or doors.
The gentry (in this case to referring to the general populace) bar their doors at night.
The first month is January, named after the Roman god Janus, the double-faced God of doorways, passages and thresholds.
You pass through the doorway (hence the slip), and dun is a brown color, referencing the color of wood, which most doors are made of. Though it’s not commonly referred to, the “lip of the door” is the part of the door that fits into the doorframe on the handle/knob side, particularly if the door is lipped or ridged in order to fit the door frame better.
Thanks to Helena for creating this and sending it in.
A Circled of Joined Hands
You dance in a circle of joined hands,
And though they spin away I can always see your face,
In the world, no matter where I am,
One look at you and I know my place.
What am I?
A clock.
An analogue clock is a circle, and the hands of a clock are joined at the middle.
The hands can point away from you, but the clock face is always visible.
No matter where you are in the world, you can probably find a clock.
“One look at you and I know my place…in time!”
Thanks to Helena for creating this and sending it in.
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.