Post by Reiqua on Nov 28, 2016 6:31:16 GMT -5
Would people be interested in having a thread where we can share riddles? Or is that a thing already that I just don't know about?
Well, I came across a bunch of riddles that my brother and I wrote a few years ago and I wanted to share them at any rate (:
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Eight:
I'll admit, there is a theme to these, and when you get it they'll probably be much easier xP
Well, I came across a bunch of riddles that my brother and I wrote a few years ago and I wanted to share them at any rate (:
One:
Of gold I’m wrought,
And highly sought.
Frantically clutched,
Or gently touched,
It’s victory I bring.
To the stone I cling.
And highly sought.
Frantically clutched,
Or gently touched,
It’s victory I bring.
To the stone I cling.
Two:
Beat and bash and thrash and fight
Hold us down and bind us tight
Maybe you’re safe within your crew
But brother and I are coming for you.
Hold us down and bind us tight
Maybe you’re safe within your crew
But brother and I are coming for you.
Three:
Age after age,
Defeated each sage:
Who quests to find,
That I might aid their mind.
And nothing short of fire
Can my glory mire.
Defeated each sage:
Who quests to find,
That I might aid their mind.
And nothing short of fire
Can my glory mire.
Four:
I’m old,
And cold,
I drone,
A clone,
And teach,
Out of reach,
Of what shall be
Forgotten as memory.
And cold,
I drone,
A clone,
And teach,
Out of reach,
Of what shall be
Forgotten as memory.
Five:
I cry when I’m young,
And I cry when I’m old,
I wear socks and mittens,
When winter grows cold.
I live in a garden,
Where few dare to go.
Above I bring healing,
But death lies below.
And I cry when I’m old,
I wear socks and mittens,
When winter grows cold.
I live in a garden,
Where few dare to go.
Above I bring healing,
But death lies below.
Six:
The factions fight,
Black against white,
Commanded by friend and friend.
Their swords they wield,
But with no shield,
Each meets his violent end.
A ruler dies,
In dust he lies,
Less glorious than before.
Yet after the clash,
Up from the ash,
They rise to fight once more.
Black against white,
Commanded by friend and friend.
Their swords they wield,
But with no shield,
Each meets his violent end.
A ruler dies,
In dust he lies,
Less glorious than before.
Yet after the clash,
Up from the ash,
They rise to fight once more.
Seven:
In many hands,
Over many lands,
I’ve travelled far and wide,
My friends’ friends fallen from my side.
Over many lands,
I’ve travelled far and wide,
My friends’ friends fallen from my side.
Eight:
My voice, a canary.
My colour, a flamingo.
My size, a hippopotamus.
My personality, a bulldog.
My smile, a crocodile.
My bearing, a frog.
My familiar, a cat.
My name?
My colour, a flamingo.
My size, a hippopotamus.
My personality, a bulldog.
My smile, a crocodile.
My bearing, a frog.
My familiar, a cat.
My name?
I'll admit, there is a theme to these, and when you get it they'll probably be much easier xP