I make ash, but I’m not a bonfire.
I can expel rocks, but I’m not a slingshot.
I can be a mountain, but I’m not in the Himalayas.
I have a crater, but I’m not the Moon.
I erupt, but I don't have a bad temper.
What am I?
I saw a restless shepherd traveling
Back and forth on his path.
He garbs himself in that which goes
In the same and in an opposite direction.
He goes hither and thither among creatures.
What is it?
Riddle me, riddle me, rin-е-go, mother gave me some seeds to sow. The seeds were black, the ground was white. If you riddle me that, you'll escape my bite.
What are they?
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face,
Careering along, yet always in place -
The thought has often come into my mind
If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
It could be delivered by mail, email, by hand, or even by pigeon.
It is sometimes short, sometimes lengthy, and with deep, profound, or simple feelings.
What is it?
I have wings, but I'm no bird.
I have a bow and arrow, but I'm not Robin Hood.
I'm a Roman god, but I'm not Jupiter.
I look like a toddler, but I need no diaper.
My image expresses love, but I'm not a heart.
Who am I?