Short poems riddles for kids

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?

Glittering points That downward thrust, Sparkling spears That never rust.

I go around in circles, but always go straight ahead. I never ever complain, no matter where I am lead

Dipping, glinting, gliding by, Rainbow-fretted, wrought of breath. I live only while I fly – Earth’s rough kiss my sudden death.

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

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

It can be cracked, it can be made, It can be told, it can be played. 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.