Hard Riddles

Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.

An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive!

As I walked along the path I saw something with four fingers and one thumb, but it was not flesh, fish, bone or fowl.

At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?

At first, I am nothing. Add something to negate. Add again to oppose. Add again to find the time to draw. Add once more to find nobody at all.

Autumn leaves and bad bowlers wreak havoc on this

Be sure to shout for its answers are weak, but there is no language it cannot speak.

Beautiful girls strut and sexy men ‘do their little turn’ on this.

Being able to interpret the letters on this screen proves that you have this quality.

Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup, but even a river can’t fill it up. What is it?

Blend a teapot shot so the pearlies won’t rot!

Bold are the first; true are the second; playful are the third; clever are the fourth; forceful are the fifth.

Both old people and owls are said to be possessing this trait

Both punishment and sweet reward, It will befall both fool and lord. It is a spiritual scoreboard, Your every deed it does record.