Elements Poems - Poems about Elements

Whisper of the Elements In the stillness of the twilight hour, A witch’s breath, a whispered power. Elements old, in circle bound, Their ancient secrets swirl around. Earth, the roots and bones of stone, She holds the weight of worlds alone. With soil rich and fertile loam, A cradle for all life to roam. Air, a sigh, a tempest’s flight, She dances soft, she rages...

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Enemies Of My Breath. Like a purple dragon of doom, I breathe fire behind your knecks! With the quake of the earth, I ensue your essence to the ends of the realms. Like a volcano I erupt with the rage of gia the mother of storms, As my wings flap upon your backs, I enact the four winds upon...

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Enemies Of My Breath. Like a purple dragon of doom, I breathe fire behind your knecks! With the quake of the earth, I ensue your essence to the ends of the realms. Like a volcano I erupt with the rage of gia the mother of storms, As my wings flap upon your backs, I enact the four winds upon...

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From the Earth's deep slumber, ancient Gaia woke in pain, Whispering a plea to futures, a celestial rain, A trillion hearts of teenagers, called by name, Five champions arising, their destinies the same, For Gaia's love, they answered, to cleanse the Earth again. From the Earth's rich bounty, one with grounded might, Fire's burning passion, shining...

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Elements of Poetry(Written Word) Through the written word, we transcend our bounds, And touch the hearts and minds of those around, We leave our mark, our legacy to share, And in the silence, our words remain there. The writer's craft, a magic spell to weave, A fabric rich, with threads of thought to retrieve, The words, like...

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True joy comes not From having more But be grateful. True freedom comes From inner peace And acceptance. Success is built By countless fall Each fall a test. Persistence rave Key to success Give good result....

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"Spirited Gibberish" Curtained eyes droop, closing, cleansing, visions. Feathering sunlight. Splintering waked-vivid lashes dreaming of the day. Eyes concealing retreat from here, to there, to what once was, weightless pestilence, plumy blights. Wind-born, am I, are you, are they. They are all, that is, this day, until then. The here-after, the eternal, evermore, ceasing...

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Ocean thrusted at my feet The wind stroked my hair with gust Fire sky; earth shake....

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Time waddled down the street carrying the elements underneath its feet, it can barely keep its balance on the ground, everywhere it goes it is greeted with a frown and gravity is bouncing them around. A mere illusion appears from the sky, and the galaxies are standing by watching the elements floating around and destiny...

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Whistling air burning fire running water, waiting earth... water with earth, clay, water with air, foam, fire with water, water very warm... Air with air, flute, earth with earth, garden, fire with fire, love, water with water, agauceiro... Just four essences, four sweet handfuls and a cauldron... The universe has already been perfumed with magnolias... ! Transcription in translation of a poem by the great Argentine writer/poet Liliana Bodoc....

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Summer comes with a sweltering iron Mashed on the growling flowers— Though sun may stick upon a leaf, All life's skin craves the steam. Mashed on the growling flowers— When the bulbs' expressions out at last, Though sun may stick upon a leaf, To catch hot pain is now my norm. When the bulbs' expressions out at last, Though sun may stick upon...

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I soar high above the mountains touching every elusive peak carrying white fluffy clouds on my back, unhinged and free The parched lands look up to me to quench their thirst and pray I blow the moisture-laden clouds, I carry from place to place, their way I never rest a moment for that would be catastrophic beyond reason the same...

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See them sitting underneath the tree, they are on a mission to crucify thee, their knife is sharpened and ready to cut out a pound of your flesh from your gut if you do not pay back the debts, no excuse about your stranded ship at sea will be enough to satisfy thee. You will...

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The four elements can collide- for fire and water make steam- a hot blanket of thick mist from tea, hot springs, and boiling water. When the conditions are just right, the four elements can collide. Fire (or heat) can liquify earth, turning it into magma. Earth and air makes swirling sandstorms- tiny flecks that can cut through rock. The four elements can...

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On supposedly eternal shore, steps purposefully wander as they did before not long ago when existence swoop with the bow over strings- its created harmony an unseen, camouflaged racket- where trampled and washed sand allowed more human traces - inexperienced and confident -, unlike the possessive waves and foam who's stones shall not be tainted by the joyful rays...

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