Be sharp as one and your wit is keen. In a block they can be seen.

I’ve been pelted with rocks for billions of years, yet people still write poems about me.

I sit in the kitchen to hold your hot soup. Also a game for a fun-loving group. Go for strikes at the end of the lane, Or eat from my belly, tho that sounds insane

This four letter word can be an animal, but you might also use a wax version of me to close a letter. I can sometimes be airtight, or you might even talk about a lab being hermetically ____ed

I have a long neck but no head, A round little bowl where soup is fed. I scoop up broth and pour with care, From pot to bowl, I travel there. What am I?