What has no subject one can tell,
Yet tries to make it ring a bell?
What makes you scratch your head and think,
“How does this blather even link?”

RULES: Write a rhyming riddle of any length and paste it in the comments section below with your name and area of residence, such as “John Smith, Colorado, USA.” Do not include the answer. Let people guess and then respond with the answer at your discretion. Two submissions per contestant. No submission fee. See our Riddles Section for inspiration. Nothing dirty, please.

DEADLINE: July 31 midnight EST. Winners announced August 13.

PRIZE: $100

JUDGE: Advisory Board members will judge (those who choose not to participate in judging may participate in the contest)



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83 Responses

  1. Zachary Dilks

    Zachary Dilks

    In truth, it’s plain to see
    You are, but rarely are we

    • Caroline Bardwell

      This is a tough one, Zachary. My instinct is that the answer has to do with letters of the alphabet. Not sure which person is being referred to, the You (letter U) or the We (YO), but I’ll guess the latter.

    • Carmanie Bhatti

      Really appreciate your sense of humor. I would say you are referring to the “light” which is plain and it is rare to match any other thing with that.

      • Zachary Dilks

        Sorry, it’s not light. Try again though. I might give a hint though. The brevity makes it vague.

  2. Jennifer Hinders

    We eat it hot, we eat it cold,
    And sometimes we eat it with mold.

    It’s hard, it’s soft and in between,
    If we’re asked to do this-it isn’t mean.

    The Brits say it for a bit of wind,
    Others talk about it when we grin.

    Bars, balls or giant wheels,
    Or someone who doesn’t act real

    Now that’s a lot of clues, you see
    So what is the answer to this riddle, please?

  3. Caroline Bardwell

    It seems to me there’s something strong
    that weighs on you and me alike;
    a force that presses down along
    each surface that our feet will strike.

    This strange phenomenon appears
    as apples fall from autumn trees;
    it took Sir Isaac Newton years
    to realize it’s not the breeze.

    It’s like we’re drawn magnetically
    toward the center of the earth,
    so things can move kinetically
    beginning from the point of birth.

    • Monty

      That’s a classy piece, Caroline.
      Even without the prevailing riddle, it stands up as a strong, disciplined poem.
      But given that there IS also a riddle; well, it almost defies gravity.

      • Caroline Bardwell

        Yes Monty. It is rated E for Easy, but I’m pretty fond of the poem. I can’t say that I prepared this one for the contest though. I wrote it earlier this year and I have to say it is a crowd-pleaser for the open mic set. I sent it out for publication, but had no takers so thought it would be a fun contribution.

        The name for this sonnet in iambic tetrameter is “A Strange Phenomenon” and the final couplet goes like this:

        “To sum it up with brevity,
        the word they use is Gravity!”

      • Monty

        Yeah, gravity, Jen; as in the riddle contained in Caroline’s poem. Instead of just blurting out the answer; I thought it’d be more imaginative to instead slip it into a sentence.

      • Caroline Bardwell

        Exactly. Easy enough to confidently guess!

        Final couplet in the rhyme:

        “To sum it up with brevity,
        the word they use is Gravity!”

    • Monty

      I must say, Caroline: I’m glad I first saw yer poem ‘without’ the final couplet . . which I feel to be superfluous. There are enough (practically giveaway) clues throughout the piece; the answer doesn’t need to be there. Don’t be enticed into the popularity (or some may say, monotony) of the sonnet.

      Like ya say: it IS an easy riddle to grasp, which I feel is rather fitting . . ‘cos one is thus able to concentrate their enjoyment on the poem, and not necessarily the riddle. The poem deserves that . .

  4. BeverlyStock

    What do you loose when youstand up? And find when you sit and nap?
    Your lap!

    • J.E. Prittle


      You included the answer in the question! 🙂


  5. Caroline Bardwell

    Entry #2 – This one I just crafted so I can claim I wrote it specifically for the challenge – less structured than #1 and the answer is not part of the poem. Also very easy and fun.

    I can be dark as night or somewhat fair;
    sometimes I’m barely even there.
    I can be curled or even pinned,
    easily tossed about by wind.
    I take on shapes of many sorts,
    in many lengths from long to short.
    To keep down the stress
    when you’re dressed to impress,
    I can be worn straight
    or pressed into plaits,
    repeatedly teased
    if the wearer’s so pleased
    or sculpted and sprayed
    to keep strays at bay.
    Some will flinch with every break,
    as if the entire world’s at stake,
    but knowing this much to be true –
    I can confidently promise you –
    that no one set is ever the same.
    So can you guess? What is my name?

  6. Leonard Dabydeen

    He was an entrepreneur who chartered a ship
    To transport prospective immigrants across the Pacific.
    On arrival at his destination, he was very optimistic,
    But at the Landing Dock he was not given a permit.
    What is the name of this entrepreneur?

    This ship made a voyage from Hong Kong
    Across the Pacific Ocean over a week long;
    It reached its destination, but could not land,
    As the chartered owner did not have permission.
    What is the name of the ship?

    Leonard Dabydeen, Ontario, Canada

    • Amy Foreman


      Could this be Gurdit Singh of the Komagata Maru, who was denied entrance into Canada in 1914? I had to check the history books on this one!

  7. Amy Foreman

    Amy Foreman, Cascabel, Arizona

    Capricious, shifting to-and-fro,
    I’m sometimes fast and sometimes slow;
    I’ve been around since long ago,
    Yet I’m the one you cannot know.

    A little of me lulls to sleep,
    And when I stop, the sailors weep.
    Too strong, and things lie in a heap:
    The mess I make is never cheap.

    I’ll make you open windows wide,
    Then slam them shut and stay inside.
    On my account, will you decide
    To button up, or bare your hide.

    You’ll never see me with your eye,
    And yet you’ll know when I pass by,
    For rustling leaves will testify
    When through the arbor, soft, I fly.

  8. Dylan R.T. Gibbons, Toronto, ON

    Riddle #1

    At first glance, I fill your heart with delight;
    For me, all the world’s men with surely fight!
    I make or break every nation
    And back every celebration.

    But, on my second note, I like secrets
    And what’s precious.
    My friends and I help to protect
    Everything from bike to diamond necklace.

    The company I keep is between two and four.
    Never less, never more.
    At first, I was scared of their teeth and claws,
    But now I do follow their woodland laws.

    – Dylan R.T. Gibbons, Toronto, Canada

  9. Dylan R.T. Gibbons, Toronto, ON

    Riddle #1

    At first glance, I fill your heart with delight;
    For me, all the world’s men will surely fight!
    I make or break every nation
    And back every celebration.

    But, on my second note, I like secrets
    And what’s precious.
    My friends and I help to protect
    Everything from bike to diamond necklace.

    The company I keep is between two and four.
    Never less, never more.
    At first, I was scared of their teeth and claws,
    But now I do follow their woodland laws.

    – Dylan R.T. Gibbons, Toronto, Canada
    *Repost as autocorrect changed a “will” to a “with”*

      • Caroline Bardwell

        I guess you’re looking for a group – precious metals?

      • Dylan R.T. Gibbons,

        Hi Caroline,
        Each stanza has a separate riddle which contributes to the whole. As a hint, the answer to the first stanza is ‘gold’.

  10. Connor Rosemond

    Connor Rosemond, North Carolina, USA.

    What pounds and plods as if with toes,
    And utilizes stress?
    What’s out of favor, out of style,
    Yet we use, neverthless?

    Riddle #1. Difficulty: Easy!

    • Connor Rosemond

      Please excuse my typo in the final line; “neverthless” should be corrected to “nevertheless”.

      • Caroline Bardwell

        Good job J.E. Prittle! I think you nailed it. I had no idea but am slapping my forehead because it seems so obvious now – metrical feet – it makes absolute sense.

  11. Connor Rosemond

    Connor Rosemond, North Carolina, USA.

    This witty thinker wrought his mind
    Semantically and frantically!
    If language is a game confined,
    This verse flaunts his philosophy.

    Riddle #2. Difficulty: Hard!

    • Troy A. Xavier

      Witt-y thinker… Language game… clever! The answer is German philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein, yes?

      • Connor Rosemond

        Spot on, Troy! He’s one of the more fascinating philosophers to me.


    Not gal… not guy… this I belie. On wind I fly (though no physique).
    You can’t see me. I’m absentee. Though I agree, my answers weak.
    I may reprise and minimize then neutralize the things you speak.

    Joe Quintanilla
    Mangilao, Guam, USA

  13. Joseph B. Quintanilla

    What others rarely see
    it’s this you show to me
    be you a nobody
    or be of you a king.

    Confessional… close door…
    to me you then outpour…
    release what you deplore
    with kiss upon my ring.

    Don’t need your resume.
    Not lengthy is your stay.
    It’s best you not delay.
    Conclude with a wellspring.

    Joe Quintanilla
    Mangilao, Guam, USA

    • Troy A. Xavier

      The final two lines of the first stanza lead me to believe it is related to death, or perhaps vice. Is it “sin”?

      • Joe Quintanilla

        It very well may be that I’m just not great at making riddles. Anyway…

        Hint: “Kiss” is not literal, while “ring” is literal butt maybe not the ring you’re thinking of.

      • Joe Quintanilla

        Oh… sorry… no, “honesty” is honestly not what I was going for.

      • Joe Quintanilla

        Ha! I was beginning to wonder if maybe my riddle skills needed as much work as my poetic skills. A toilet it is! (Does that break the rules of keeping it clean?)

  14. George Ross

    What has two score minus two lines,
    No intended scheme of rhymes,
    Naught but six seedlings for each ending,
    And a complex algorithm to guide one’s wending?

  15. wendy lee klenetsky

    The ____ is a little thing,
    it has no tail, it has no wing.
    It has no arms, it has no feet,
    it has no height; it’s quite petite.
    The ____is seen here and there;
    it can be seen most everywhere.
    It can be seen on leaves and trees,
    it can be seen on wind and breeze.
    The ____isn’t square or round,
    it makes no noise; no single sound.
    It makes its home wherever it’s at;
    on a cat, or on a mat.
    It makes its home upon a shelf
    with other things, or by itself.
    The ____isn’t what you think;
    it’s not a drink or the kitchen sink.
    It’s not the shadow on the silvery moon,
    it’s not the bottom of a red balloon.
    The ____’s not a girl or boy,
    it’s not a ball or any toy.
    It isn’t hers, it isn’t his,
    it’s not what you might think it is.
    The ____isn’t rocky or rough,
    it’s small enough and tall enough.
    It really is the proper size
    it’s really right before your eyes.
    But what IS IT; this____ here?
    Is it part of the atmosphere?
    I won’t tell you the answer now..
    but I’m sure you’ll guess it, anyhow……

  16. C.M. Rivers

    Whether one of the wise or a deliberate fool,
    unless you are half of the rarest jewel

    you gradually come to understand
    things certainly won’t go as planned.

    It’s not a husband or a wife
    who’ll stay with you all of your life.

    Not any other person, realistically or actually.
    Neither dog, statistically, nor cat, factually,

    or lover, friend, bird, or turtle.
    Sorry – this might hurt a little.

    It is by no means a multiple-choice question,
    and may give you a headache, or indigestion.

    Whether diagnosed with perfect health or cancer,
    it’s true-or-false and you know the answer.

    • Zachary Dilks

      “Neither dog, statistically, nor cat, factually” was very funny. I don’t know why, but my guess is leaning towards hope.

  17. Monching Llena

    What has love but does not adore?
    It has box but does not restore,
    It has no shape but fits in a ring,
    It’s a no dance but used to swing.

    Monching Llena

  18. Remy Dambron

    Due to my bipolar presence, I am both stormy and passive,
    With solar winds and lunar lures, my surf-face rarely placid.
    Fueling terrestrial climate, my wind and water are indispensable,
    Even if at times, their devastation’s indefensible.
    I’m a beautiful beast of nature, who only remains the same by changing,
    With my tempests, tides, and streams that I’m continually rearranging.
    My forces aren’t hormonal, they’re by-products of a shared environment,
    As a result the exchanges induced are passionate and violent.

  19. Zachary Dilks

    Zachary Dilks
    Austin, Texas

    That’s just like me to set down roots
    Wherever I go
    Is wherever I grow
    They’ll whisper me wishes and give the boot
    To carry their secrets wherever I blow

  20. Sr. fatimanayaki.A.C

    When I look around the vast Creation
    It alerts the ‘Poet’ in me with Inspiration
    I am before the Creator in Profound Adoration
    Composing a song of a new Creation


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