I can take many forms, but my purpose is always the same. I can be way up high, or down below, and sometimes even inside. I hold those most precious to us, and some might try to rob me. Some feel free when I am empty. What am I?

Hands without fingers, two holes without punctures, and a river with no fish may empty a pot with no dish. Kings and queens may vie for dominance, but neither holds the greatest prominence, for here, the power of one may see them undone.

On occasion you might see me sweetly striped, I'm a friend to the unsteady. You might need me year round, or hang me up when you're ready. With nothing to hold me, I'll take a spill, but if we work together as a team we rarely will. What am I?

I am a berry though not the sort you pick in a bowl,I wear a yellow coat that freckles like old scroll. I hang in hands but never learn to clap, and every single one of my small teeth is dead a ghostly map. What am i?

I am a flat space, I make a flat plank, and I fly. An expanse of grass sounds like me, but it's not I.