Medium poems riddles for teens with simple answers

They fight against me day and night, They try in vain with all their might. But when I win the final strain, I close their eyes and end the pain.

You bury me when I am alive, and dig me up when I die. What am I?

What always runs, but never walks, often murmurs, never talks, has a bed, but never sleeps, has a mouth, but never eats?

Only one color, but not one size. Stuck at the bottom, yet I easily fly. Present in sun, but not in rain. Doing no harm, and feeling no pain. What Am I?

Alive as you but without breath, As cold in my life as in my death; Never a thirst though I always drink, Dressed in a mail but never a clink.

I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg, I have plenty of backbone, but lack a good leg, I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole, I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole. What am I?

Never was, I am always to be. No one ever saw me, nor ever will. And yet I am the confidence of all, to live and breathe on this terrestrial ball. What am I?

Until I am measured I am not known. Yet how you miss me when I have flown.

I am slim and tall, many find me desirable and appealing, they touch me and I give a false good feeling, once I shine in splendor, but only once and then no more, for many I am "to die for".

Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin, Light enough to caress the sky, Hard enough to crack rocks.