Matter

Can be in any order and any aspect of those four elements in context to anything.

Mist melting away in the morning sky
Collecting on leaves, plants natural bath
running to the river from up on high
water finds its way through stone the clay

Sediments from all around
compressed bodies in the ground
a tomb for freezing things in time
an hours glass for mankind

a fuel to light up our fire,
from this action we achieve desire
a thing to do to comfort you
know you still have time to breath

Destruction death dark scorched earth
the trail i leave with a hellish mist
This my chance to dance in matter
Phoenix feeding on dead metaphors of life

space tethers us to all sates around
within earth water fire and air
spirit is abound, never clasped only held

I'll be back for sure!
Sorry, I just don't have time to write
for this comp good luck everyone 👍

Water is essential for life on earth
A problem where there is a dearth
But too much can cause a flood  
Turning all the roads to mud

Fire is also good and bad
We use it to cook our food
But out of control in a flash
Our home could be turned to ash

We breathe air to stay alive
Keep it cleaner we should strive
City air gets more polluted
Too many vehicles through it are routed

Our food is grown in the earth
Neglect it ; there will be a dearth
Fertility must be maintained
If human life's to be sustained

If we are to avoid annihilation
Man must pay more attention
To environmental protection

How The Roses Happen

So they take this life-giving
liquid,
and add a few percentage points
of lovely poison,

cool on the hands; this is an inferno
in muted glass: it glows
and lights a fire so fine
you'd swear your body was kindling.

A fire, indeed - in the lack of breath
and breezy head; made feathery
by a sudden stop of wind over the landscape -
you get thin little thrills; you soar, and your hands shake -

before they are bloodied in pine on the ground -
before all the shadows and trees stare you down,
yes, moments before the sweet contact is made
and that forest-borne, air-hungry light starts to fade,

the height underneath you shouts hell yet to pay;
shouts miles of the thunder
in rose accolades.


http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/230314-how-the-roses-happen/

All living things need water
Pay attention, because it won't last forever
To allow us all the freedom to drink
to continue to nourish our minds; we must all continue to think

So, why does it matter?  
Born here or from another country?  Why be concerned about the latter
Because this earth was made to share
If it wasn't, none of us would care

about the future of the planet
think about the dangers of fire
and how we need it to fuel our survival
without these things, we'd all be waiting to die, just sitting idle

Breath this air, all you humans of massive intelligence
for it is what connects us all and give our lives brilliance
Cool in winter, crisp in fall, with summers heavy and hot
Enjoy the fragrance of spring; air is all that we have got

They all relate!
"We" all share the same fate
if neglected, if disregarded, if handled with hate

Blow, Flow, Turn, Burn


Blow like air;
carefree and unfazed by commotion
easily moving with a manner easy
happy and light, never uneasy.

Flow like water;
ever moving and in an economy of motion
avoiding undue stress and worry
calming and cleansing, in no hurry.

Turn like earth;
with purpose and solidity
measured and dependable
assured, strong, sensible.

Burn like fire;
bringing warmth of spirit and emotion
ever active and eternally inquiring
welcoming, friendly and inspiring.

Blow, Flow, Turn, Burn
as these four elements do so
and a good life you will know.

I am so impressed by all these poems!

First time i have hosted one of these thanks for taking part.

She gave
me
water
which is funny because

She lights
my
fire
which is funnier because

she takes
my breathing
air away
which is funnier still because

the earth
will not
have anything to do
with her

and I
have everything to do
with her

And it starts a flame
incendiery dust roused by a crazed eyed demagogue
as his words rage
become
tongues of feral fire that cannot be taken back
they haunt
haunt you until
taunted by this harsh Sun your lips blister

you pray for rain

it starts a trickle
and noisy gossip babbles a brook
you cannot resist a placating dip of ONLY toes ONLY to cool your feet
till it hurts as you are pulled in all in  harsh wet wet currents of bad medicine
suck you under sweep you down
and it floods your wholeness
and you feel the drown ..
self esteem screams for air
you are soaked unworthy
unworthy of even an Angels touch

and dust seems the only place
ash seems logical end
dry please oh God!
no more than a sip of need....
just a sip...then oh please oh God....
and years you wander through
wander lust
scorched wilderness wanting

a coward
again
you pray for rain

and it pours days and days
of course...
and you mix it all into muddy redemption

words hurt...bleed
the foul air people expell so willingly
glad words of pseudo triumph
uncaring that that the people
breathing their toxic air ..
might be hurting like Perpetua..
she in martyrdom..
you in vengeance...
might be close
so close
to woman on the verge
or close to divine purpose

Ever expell toxic air?
i have
Ever thrown words that can yes could kill?
i have
Ever try to rescue the ones you almost drown?
i have
Ever been proud of the hurting....


I have not

and all mix in muddy bloody redemption..

wrists slit and the deep slice...
feeels nice...
the drip
pretty
spot to dream swirl
to stream of red ease....
as dream swirls haze eyes...

under, 6 feet, so close to the cold covered covered soggy red under

wish i brought my favorite blanket
and teddy bear....

I felt air, flair and inspiration...
but some words left my thoughts vacant.
needing to express some rage
someone instead asks for sage

Cold like the end of a steel blade
sharp as a diamond's edged side
I got both a shovel n spade ready
to dig ya grave, i just got to wait.

I build but let go in the stream
all the things that are limits to dreams
but water flows mixing thoughts
to the ocean, i hope to make a start

burned within a dogmatic ring
with each breath i expel fire
an apex monster for a situation dire
fret creature your destruction is here

manifest a revelation on me
a prophecy an Indoctrination.
But really i jest, i'm an apostate pest.

                  WHAT IS MATTER?
WATER CAN BE A WAVE
WATER CAN BE CLEAN
WATER CAN BE DARTY
WATER IS WHERE YOU SWIM IN

FIRE WILL BURN YOU IF YOU GET TO CLOSE
FIRE IS LIKE A VOLCANO
FIRE CAN BE ALL DIFFERENT COLORS
FIRE IS AWESOME

AIR IS TO BREATH
AIR IS TO FLOAT THOUGHS
AIR IS TO BE FREE
AIR CAN FEEL CLEAN

EARTH HAS DIFFERENT STATES
EARTH CAN BE HARD AT TIMES
EARTH IS LIKE A BALL
EARTH HAS BEATY AND HAPPYNESS THROUGH LIGHT

ALTHOUGH WAS IT IS,LIFE IS LIFE
MATTER CAN BE INTERESTING IF YOU STUDY
ALL AROUND MATTER HAS A SERCERT INSIDE
HOW OLD IS IT?OR THAT HISTORY WITHIN IT

Water

Water, it washes myself,
Washes inside myself,
So calm, so destructive.
So fresh, brings life, and death sometime.

Fire, burning inside my veins,
Burns my indestructible hate.
Burns me from my inside,
Destroying my mind.

Air, it makes me fresh,
Blooming, the scents over me,
I'm not air, but something close to it.
That leads it.

Earth, is there where i will finish,
Cold, hot, let me feel the taste of it,
As i was born in earth,
In the earth my body will take his place.

Water for destroy the world,
Fire to burn the world,
Earth to make a peace that i wont be able to see.

Water  reigns  on  this  date
Tidal  waves, signal  my  dismissal
Tears  form  this  sorry  epistle
Wishing  well  to  her  fountain  of  youth

I  burned  her  with  my  insatiable  desires
She  was  a  flame  I  lit and  then  relinquished
At  this  pyre  I  worship  love  remnants  eternal
Embers  glow  but  fail  to  start  anew  inferno

I  tried  my  best  to  catch  a  breath  or  break  from  misery
Heavens  witness  would  not  give  me  out  of the  blue  relief
As  even  the  four  winds  hum  her  name,  whistling
And  my  lungs  are  shallow  as  I  exist  on  fading  memories

Lifeless  is  my  nonexistence  on  a  world  for  lovers
My  death  would  be  a  victorious  eviction  from  this  earth
Creation  is  so  cruel  when  the  one you  love  despises  you
Travelling  millions  upon  millions  of  miles  to  return  to  love  terra  firma

So  lost  love,  if  you  by  chance  read  this  sticky,  sickly  testament
Don’t  forget  to  leave  your  forwarding  address…..
So  I  can  forward  you  the  remains  of  my  love,  for  your  mantle

Lost bliss

There is no need of wind
for the ashes to fly away,
the bird inside you
is hiding from the air

cause it got burned once
from some beautiful fire
that it was warmer
than you could bare.

Even earth is a tiny place
for you to live
as you are feeling based
on a broken self-esteem.

There is no thirst
to rain your dryness
there is no happy water
to bring up your lost bliss.

To believe in the sky while
you are living in the ground
it’s such a romantic misery.