Poems riddles for kids

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?

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

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?

It can be cracked, it can be made, It can be told, it can be played. What is it?

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

It can't be seen, can't be felt, can't be heard and can't be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills, and empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, ends life and kills laughter. What is it?

A slender body, a tiny eye, no matter what happens, I never cry. What am I?

I am the beginning of the end, and the end of time and space. I am essential to creation, and I surround every place.

Pronounced as one letter, And written with three, Two letters there are, And two only in me. I’m double, I’m single, I’m black blue and gray, I’m read from both ends, And the same either way.

What has roots as nobody sees, Is taller than trees, Up, up it goes And yet never grows?