Riddle Thread

I am a betta fish on the clear skies and dry season; i show off my beautiful form on a competition and not only that, i can fight my enemies with my partner, without it i cannot show off my beauty nor i can fight an enemy.

what am i ?

Kite
 
Though I was always dead, my life's purpose is to bleed... Though I have a hole to breath; I do not require oxygen. My Grandfather would do well on a bird.

What am I?
 
@Teddy
Though I was always dead, my life's purpose is to bleed... Though I have a hole to breath; I do not require oxygen. My Grandfather would do well on a bird.

What am I?
A hunting rifle ?

Figther planes, partner is the pilots
doot doot, its not the answer.
 
Human carving for me, more and more, until they realize it was a mistake for them. Down deep in the heart of humanity, they'll always attached onto me. I am evil and good at the same time; you can't carve me as you wanted without a consequences. Who am i ?

the earth?

I am a betta fish on the clear skies and dry season; i show off my beautiful form on a competition and not only that, i can fight my enemies with my partner, without it i cannot show off my beauty nor i can fight an enemy.

what am i ?

a wing?

Also, while i'm there:

When stuck we free, when free we pin
When stuck we spin, when bent we block
When near we free, when far we bar
When found we're dross, when lost we bind
When fitting we loosen, when stolen we ruin
When ruined we bury, when burried we open
The more rusted, the more we're precious
As different as we are numerous
We only dock at our right berth,
And only then do we find worth.
 
Nope.

A rusty screwdriver isn't really anything precious. Nor is the theft of a screwdriver going to lead to your demise.
 
When stuck we free, when free we pin
When stuck we spin, when bent we block
When near we free, when far we bar
When found we're dross, when lost we bind
When fitting we loosen, when stolen we ruin
When ruined we bury, when burried we open
The more rusted, the more we're precious
As different as we are numerous
We only dock at our right berth,
And only then do we find worth.
Desire? Personality? Ego? Shame? Trust? A vagina?
 
When stuck we free, when free we pin
When stuck we spin, when bent we block
When near we free, when far we bar
When found we're dross, when lost we bind
When fitting we loosen, when stolen we ruin
When ruined we bury, when buried we open
The more rusted, the more we're precious
As different as we are numerous
We only dock at our right berth,
And only then do we find worth.
Memories/Past? Worries/Anxiety?
 
@Murthag58 correct!

Next up:

Here are gathered queens and kings
By scores they are gathered anew.
Many men have held them high,
Perchance they stand, often they lie
Wholly silent, as if they knew
The true thinness of their beings.
 
@lomyr
The earth ? Nope
A wing ? Nope

@Teddy
I woke up from my sleep thinking about your lewd riddle, at first i thought it was a rifle, then i realize it when i am on bed.
"This motherfucker give me a lewd fcking riddle."
sadly @bigtiddyoneesan already give the answer.
 
The answer is simple.
You may not believe it.
I encourage you not to over think it.
But there are always some who look for finer details
And I like them but that is not life
I hope you figure the lower complexity
 

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