Advanced Senior Riddles
In class on Friday, we discussed that Anglo-Saxons used riddles as a form of entertainment. We had a powerpoint challenging us to solve some “regular” and some Anglo-Saxon riddles (some of us were more successful at them than others!). Your homework was to blog a riddle. Here were the directions:
1. Think of either a concrete object (tree, shoe, rock) or an abstract idea (love, happiness).
2. Think of the defining characteristics of that thing and how you would describe them to someone else. Remember that you need to hint at those defining characteristics without naming them!
3. In the riddle, you must use alliteration AT LEAST ONCE (but more is preferable).
4. Use kennings to name the aspects of the object without giving it away.
5. The riddle must be at least four lines in length (it does not HAVE to rhyme, but it can).
6. Post the blog, but not the answer!
7. Extra riddles = extra credit (up to two extra riddles allowed).
August 28th, 2009 at 2:45 pm
Shiny unedible donut. A singing 2-D object that has progressively gotten smaller through the years. It can be burned without disentagrating….what am I?
August 28th, 2009 at 7:08 pm
The red flag goes down every day.
Rip right through the rigidness to find me.
An informer, a dreadful expectancy, or a bearer of the future.
Wait for the white waiver of relinquishment.
August 28th, 2009 at 7:17 pm
i am not always happy, as my color often reflects…even though there are probably billions in my “family,” i rarely share a room with my look-alike brothers and sisters, as it is unecessary…daily my sides are scraped and battered caused by the hundreds of adolescents discarding their dissapoinments, sometimes even their successes…i am the guardian to these outcasts, a new batch every week…at the week’s end, my newly formed community is taken away from me and i feel as though a part of me has left with it…when i do happen to see one of my old friends, i am shocked at what they have become, as i can barely recognize them anymore…i am left feeling empty inside waiting until my emptiness is once again filled with new acquaintances…my life cycle then continues on, as it must, in order for this world to become a better place…what am i?
August 29th, 2009 at 12:41 pm
I am a feminine treasure holder, a personal carrier.
I have many pretty patterns, some of me are fake yet others real.
I am a childs toy provider, and an akin accessory,
A money keeper and a young girls gift.
August 29th, 2009 at 2:25 pm
You can identify me, but I can’t see you.
If I am destroyed, I just multiply.
My facet face can change your mood.
I turn everything around but do not move.
I do not voice opinions, but I always tell the truth.
I can fill you with jovial joy or bring you drops of distress.
August 29th, 2009 at 2:25 pm
A simple spot or speck I am
Until someone helps me,
Tucks me into bed and gives me drink
And gives me time to sleep
As time goes on they nurse me well
Keeping harmful housemates away
Until in time my strength returns
And I begin to grow
August 29th, 2009 at 2:28 pm
My feet stretch down and my arms stretch up
And I leave my gloomy room.
I bravely step beyond the door
To face the terrors there
As a grow and gather strength
My enemies come to me.
Vicious warriors surround me
Taking all I have
They steal my food, my house and home
And there is nothing I can do
My proctector comes and fights them off.
But always they come again
August 29th, 2009 at 5:45 pm
I am sucked into a hole
Drifting down a dark tunnel
Wrapped in a suffocating blanket
I try to find myself and find fighting to be impossible
Giving in to my weaknesses I feel the hand of night cover my eyes
August 30th, 2009 at 8:35 am
I creep into the night with a choking chill
and make mourners for my prey.
I can make or brake families
at the drop of a pulse.
Shadows fear me and old saw-bones tries to prevent me
but I am inevitable.
Should you battle me, like the knights of old,
you will lose and I shall conquer.
The only things I cannot touch are the unliving,
for my job is already done.
August 30th, 2009 at 10:35 am
I roam back and forth across a land of mostly white.
Constantly searching for what was left behind.
With the aid of your hand, I hopefully keep the menacing murmur of the miniature jackhammer afar.
Visit me a few times a day for I fear loneliness.
August 30th, 2009 at 11:11 am
Im the home to many.
As strong as an oxe.
My hair blows briskly with each breathe.
My arms could kiss the sky and protect the weak.
As the years go by I grow old but my skin grows tougher.
I am your protecter and life for all time.
August 30th, 2009 at 11:47 am
Oh beware, you besotted, beating beast,
Now lolled by the luxury of love.
When I return you shall be ripped, ravaged, and raped.
The great beating beast of the bosom
shall be left busted and bleeding by me.
What am I?
August 30th, 2009 at 12:34 pm
I light up the earth like a candle in the night
I shine brighter than the best of diamonds
I saw the past and will live to see the future
I am often a piece of a puzzle that can be put together
I offer some a sense of direction in their life
What am I?
August 30th, 2009 at 12:44 pm
Ever since the beginning of time
I have stood and on occasions I am covered in slime
Towers to some as I stand tall
Around me creatures continue to crawl
My blades are similar to that of a sword
Likewise my color is likened to a monetary reward
The swords of my enemies see the falling of my blades
I am the blankets of the earth but unfitting for babes
Beautifully billowing through the bountiful abyss
Beckoning observers from below
Floating freely through earth’s infinite breath
Flowing fiercely, fleeing from Mother Nature’s fume
Existing in enormous or teeny amounts
Effortlessly engaging with the elements of the environment
August 30th, 2009 at 2:38 pm
ROYGBIV but most commonly white.
Warmth in the winter is my first delight.
Striped, patterned, and plaid. I can be tacky too.
I am an ancient annoyance, only the 18th century knew.
I used to not stay up, but now I have an extra part.
What am I?
August 30th, 2009 at 2:55 pm
Loved and hated but known by almost all.
I grow vivid in your imagination, with etching eloquence.
A tattered text, a haven for some.
I wear a jacket year round.
Breath-taking beauty you’ll find in your mind,
but bitterness and brokenness also combined.
yay for extra credit!
August 30th, 2009 at 3:38 pm
Here I lie in my dark moist home
Awaiting the break from silence
I can slash like a saber or calm like a quilt.
Like an acrobat I can twist and flip.
Thousands of buds grow in my fields though usually in on e solitary color. Though many fear what comes from me next my only fear is the cat.
What am I?
August 30th, 2009 at 5:39 pm
My truth is found by reason,
With a beat of rythm and rhyme.
Though I’m tough to break
My answer will come in time.
Villian’s prop in Batman movie,
A leading role? A star?
Classmates, please don’t crack my key,
My solution, simply to mar.
…what am I…?
August 30th, 2009 at 5:40 pm
danggggggggggg it i mistyped rHythm..
August 30th, 2009 at 6:06 pm
from the pits of hell i supposedly seeped,
spreading devastation upon the land.
i have consumed countrysides and grown men have weeped,
but i actually gave early man a hand.
i am an element,
but…
which one am i?
August 30th, 2009 at 6:16 pm
Reared behing red rosy petals
Lay thirty white stone pebbles
they align in formation of horse heels
and the sound behind them
may determine how your day feels.
This was very hard to make up, don’t judge me.
August 30th, 2009 at 6:16 pm
ingrown, icky, and insignificant,
or pretty, painted and polished.
like excuses every one has them.
definitely not considedered a gem.
hahaha this is the most random riddle in the entire world and no one but me would make one up about this. this is definitely EXTRA CREDIT worthy!!
August 30th, 2009 at 6:50 pm
Searching for those presidential portraits,
Youths are forced to my task.
I make some feel pointless and boring,
yet other bask in their own glory.
The author of this riddle is writing this because she is procrastinating in making her first draft of me…:)
You know what I am.
August 30th, 2009 at 7:13 pm
I am greater than great,
I am cooler than cool,
I will see you all in school.
you know who i am
Bahahhaa. just kiddin!
August 30th, 2009 at 8:21 pm
I am a juicy golden nugget
Available free for the picking off a tree
Only when my skin is pierced does the sweetness swim
I replenish the thirst of the partridge
August 30th, 2009 at 8:22 pm
Oh Hannah, you didn’t have to make up a riddle/poem about me!!! That’s so sweet of you!
teeheehee
August 30th, 2009 at 8:51 pm
Hannah, Kelsey is just jealous cuz she didn’t think to write a poem about me first. She know she missed out on some killer brownie points especially after ignoring me all day Friday. Oh well, you deserve killer Kudos! lol you’re now on my good list! haha
August 30th, 2009 at 8:52 pm
Bright as diamonds.
Loud as thunder.
Wild running river of rain.
A thing of wonder.
What am i?
August 30th, 2009 at 9:05 pm
Annoyingly addictive
I take your time
and make you crave my craft.
I work in a tower
and play in a town.
I give you the chance
to be the creator
to bring forth life or death is a powerful thing;
whether it be merciful or not is your choice.
WHAT AM I?! lol (I feel like I have to say that for some reason! lol it bugs me! :z))
August 30th, 2009 at 9:08 pm
I sparkle beauiful and bright.
You can cut and divide me,
Or i can stand alone.
I can bring a tear to womens eye.
I am acknowledged as a girls best friend.
August 30th, 2009 at 9:17 pm
A permanent stainer
gliding and weaving
bold til the end
but never forever
August 30th, 2009 at 9:22 pm
Appearing abundant around the wake of spring,
Invaded empires is where I cling.
Forever growing, til Mercury dives,
Ending the year, and ending of our lives.
“I get knocked down, but I get up again.”
What is I? Haha, get it? …it’s English class.
August 30th, 2009 at 9:27 pm
I less than three Caitlin’s. Short, sweet, and AWESOME.
We’re gonna high-five.
August 30th, 2009 at 10:18 pm
I am one-
One of many.
The carpet of the earth,
We grow, we yearn, we strive
We reach to the light.
We hum in the night with life.
We fear.
Fear the roar of metal.
What are we?
August 30th, 2009 at 10:21 pm
I take to the air,
for a canine’s delight.
I soar above the ground
being rotund and round.
I’m a play thing for all ages,
but also the ultimate competitor.
August 30th, 2009 at 10:23 pm
I’m a legacy of the Bell.
My data is untouchable.
I can send mail without paper.
I’m a young adult’s life support.
I’m a collector of memories and music.
August 30th, 2009 at 10:26 pm
This is a hard one!
I have sight,
but no eyes.
I only turn after three.
In the game I am your enemy.
I’m wise beyond years.
I respond and reply,
but never ask.
I’m the supernatural portal to your answers.
What am I?
August 30th, 2009 at 11:40 pm
Sometimes tricky,
And sometimes tough,
Especially when the worlds so rough.
But through the strength,
And through the heart,
This cannot be torn apart.
What am I??
August 31st, 2009 at 12:02 am
Small and round we call to thee
Sweet teeth grin at our presence
Glisten we in many colors
Decadent yet simple
Our taste will have you
Humming to the engraving upon our backs
What are we?
August 31st, 2009 at 7:21 am
I rock and roll
I have a neck like a Giraffe,
but don’t fret
What am I?
August 31st, 2009 at 9:12 am
I can give you a big hug but i have no arms
I live in the water but i am not a fish
I am the biggest in my family
I am a movie star
What am i?
August 31st, 2009 at 8:21 pm
My face has no eyes, nose, nor mouth
I know I am constantly watched..
Three hands are begged to speed or seize
One moving fast, one medium, one slow..
While I control your day
I am always being checked..
I will fit into your pocket
Or I will reach high into the sky..
Answer this question, I beg of you
Tell me…what am I?
August 31st, 2009 at 11:24 pm
Friend of all who speak.
Fast, Friendly, Famous.
Lover of all games,
loyal, protective, and kind.
Heaven at the end of his path.
August 31st, 2009 at 11:25 pm
A place where all seek.
Where you come as well as go.
Safe, sound, secure.
To some a nest and others a cage.
Family, friends, and food.
Some are welcome and some fear their return.
The definition is your own.