I have a neck but have no head, I’m born from effort, sweat, and dread. Though made of silver, bronze, or gold, I am not something bought or sold.

I rise like kingship by the sea, with fragile walls and towers free. No stone, no steel, yet shaped with care, a fleeting fortress built from air. I stand in pride, then fade away, undone by tide or child at play. A royal home that cannot last, what grand design is washed to past

I can be found in games, meat, memory, and elements. What am I?

I'm a bog in a pit filled with cattails galore, Where the earth's kinda squishy and water is shallow, But there's another of me people enjoy a lot more, Just as soft but more fluffy, and it ends with a mallow

i can be missed by your eyes or brushed over food one means you've overlooked but i can be sugary too