Elements 4 Life by Beatriz Robalo

Water

beatriz_robalo — 2017-11-08 17:12:38 UTC

"The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever"

Fire

beatriz_robalo — 2017-11-09 14:42:13 UTC

“As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words. “

William Shakespeare

Earth

beatriz_robalo — 2017-11-14 22:59:38 UTC

There’s always some kind of magic in the nature. Sometimes it’s in the flowers that grow in a wall other times it’s in the big gardens that exist in the city.

Air

beatriz_robalo — 2017-11-17 18:11:25 UTC

"The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire."

Pamela Hansford Johnson

beatriz_robalo — 2017-12-06 14:36:13 UTC

“But he who dares not grasp the thorn, should never crave the rose.”

Anne Brontë

beatriz_robalo — 2017-12-09 00:54:06 UTC

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

beatriz_robalo — 2017-12-09 00:59:23 UTC

I decided to fly through the air and live in the sunlight and enjoy life as much as I could.

Evel Knievel

beatriz_robalo — 2017-12-16 08:02:48 UTC

Keep a little fire burning
However small, however hidden

Cormac McCarthy

beatriz_robalo — 2017-12-16 08:06:57 UTC

Snow falling soundlessly in the middle of the night will always fill my heart with sweet clarity

Novala Takemoto

beatriz_robalo — 2017-12-16 08:10:19 UTC

I always believe that the sky is the beginning of the limit

MC Hammer

beatriz_robalo — 2017-12-16 08:13:16 UTC

Time is like a river.
You cannot touch the same water twice because the flow that has passed will never pass again. So enjoy every moment of your life.

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-10 14:22:09 UTC

When the skies open up the sun shines through

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-10 14:29:40 UTC

The snow falls and the sky opens

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-10 14:38:40 UTC

The fire burns the trees and the life inside them goes away with it

Fire and Ice

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-10 22:48:24 UTC

Some say the world would end in fire 
Some say in ice
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire
But if it had to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate 
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great

And would suffice.

Robert Frost

The Stormy Sea

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-10 22:54:35 UTC

The waves are twisting and turning
Churning and werling 
The little boat sways from side to side 
And all the fish, have gone to hide 
The lightning crashes on to the shores behind
When will the weather, be as much as kind?
But oh!
The waves stop clashing!

Jamie Parker

Alone Looking At The Mountain

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-10 22:59:29 UTC

All the birds have flown up and gone 
A lonely cloud floats leisurely by
We never tire of looking at each other - 
The mountain and I

Li Po

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-10 23:05:21 UTC

The songs of the earth write the music of my soul.

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-10 23:13:01 UTC

Our love was like fireworks on the fourth of July.

Exploding quickly, casting colors in the nighttime sky.

A. Bentley

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-10 23:17:32 UTC

Inside the river are
the sky, the cloud and the sun.
In my hand's bowl is the river.

Mamta G. Sagar

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-10 23:29:49 UTC

His soul burns so brightly
I fear I'll catch fire
Ignited by passion
consumed by his light 
I risk losing myself 
in the flames of lust, burning into the night.

Christy Ann Martine

The Wind

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-10 23:38:31 UTC

Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
O wind, a blowing all day long, 
O wind, that sings so loud a song!

Robert Louis Stevenson

Trees

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-10 23:44:27 UTC

I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast.

Joyce Kilmer

A patch of old snow

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-11 23:15:51 UTC

There's a patch of old snow in a corner 
That I should have guessed 
Was a blow-away paper the rain 
Had brought to rest.

It is speckled with grime as if 
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I've forgotten -- 

If I ever read it .

Robert Frost

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-11 23:22:07 UTC

The wind plays with my air as the rising sun greets me ,and the clouds move softly through the gentle morning sky.

Christy Ann Martine

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-11 23:35:11 UTC

The ocean is everything that I want to be.
Beautiful, mysterious, wild and free

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-14 21:44:27 UTC

The fire is the main comfort of the camp, whether in summer or winter

Henry David Thorean

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-14 21:53:43 UTC

Life looks better under water

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-14 22:01:29 UTC

The flower doesn't dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.

Mark Nepo

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-14 22:06:43 UTC

And what do
The flower buds 
Pushing up from
The broken earth 
Say about you?

We break 
To go

Pavana

Campfire

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-14 22:16:07 UTC

Gather wood and stack it up in a pile 
it will be a roaring blaze in a little while 
stack small twigs first into a cone 
make sure they are dry as a bone 

Some lighter fluid and a match 
if you did it right it will catch 
fuel ignites with a whoosh
similar sound as a basketball swoosh

Anonymous

Hermit Crab

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-14 22:30:16 UTC

In this pool 
left by the tide 
I seek a new shell 
a safe place to hide 

I'll borrow a house 
just right for me --
periwinkle , moonsnail, 
are you empty?

I run my claw 
outside and in, 
roll it over, go for a spin -- 
try on for size, my prize!

Backwards,
inside I'll creep, 
safe from danger,
sleep.

Lyn Littlefield Hoopes

There is another sky

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-14 22:38:56 UTC

There is another sky,
ever serene and fair, 
and there is another sunshine,
though it be darkness there; 
never mind faded forests, Austin, 
never mind silent fields - 
here is a little forest, 
whose leaf is ever green; 

Here is a brighter garden,
where not a frost has been;
 in its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother, 
into my garden come!

Emily Dickinson

Light Up The Fire

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-16 22:57:57 UTC

I gaze into the heart, lowly it may be,
Though the words be higher still.
For the heart is all the substance,
The speech an accident.
How many phrases will you speak,
Too many for me.
How much burning, burning will you feel,
Be friendly with the fire, enough for me.

Light up the fire of love inside,
And blaze the thoughts away.

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Castle in The Sky

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-16 23:07:57 UTC

Last night I had a dream 
I built a castle 
    an put you in it. 
    But you grew wings 
    and flew away 
and my castle crumbled.
The next day
you returned
   and sat amongst the ruins
and told me a secret
   of why bird must fly
and so 
   I built you 
a castle in the sky.

Atticus

All The River

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-16 23:13:42 UTC

Shall we gather at the river,
Where bright angel feet have trod,
With its cristal tide for ever flowing 
by the throne of the God?
Gather at the river!
Yes, we'll gather at the river, 
The beautiful, the beautiful river,
Yes well gather at the river

that flows by the throne of God.
Shall we gather? Shall we gather at the river?

Robert Wadsworth Lowry

River

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-16 23:20:51 UTC

A river flows through every life 
Sometimes calm, sometimes fierce,
Carrying spring pollen 
The autumn leaves
From a source 
   before time 
Into a sea 
   without time

Steve Kaye

A Withered Flower

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-16 23:25:49 UTC

A withered flower you will find,
A symbol of your dying love. 
It had lost all it's beauty, 
That was sent from the above.

If you can nurse it back to life,
Unlock it's beauty with a key.
Will your love return again, 

And find it's way back to me.

Adam McKim

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-16 23:41:33 UTC

Of all the books in the world, the best stories are found between the pages of a passport.

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-16 23:44:21 UTC

The sky has changed 
From orange 
To a hundred 
shades of pink 
To a dark 
navy blue 
And here I am 
still loving 
you.

Anonymous

The Tree of Life

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-16 23:50:14 UTC

This tree 
Is not only a tree 
It is a friendly tree,
That it's always watching over you.
This tree
Is not only a tree 
It is a magical tree.
That makes miracles happen,

Hopes became realities,
And "nevers" become "alwayses".
This tree
Is not only a tree,
It is where everything started.
It is the tree of life.

Mia Ocean

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-16 23:56:12 UTC

The clouds - The only birds that never sleep

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-16 23:58:32 UTC

Rivers know this: There is no hurry. We shall get there someday.

Water

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-17 00:04:00 UTC

When they ask you why you love
The rain, the ocean, the river,
Tell them
it is because
unlike the people
who should have 
loved you better, 
the water was never afraid 
to touch you;
even when you were 
at your most damaged 
and broken.

Nikita Gill

Clouds

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-17 00:08:48 UTC

Once I watched your eyes 
As you gazed at the skys
Huge white and grey clouds against blue.
Then the clouds in the skies
Passed over me , through your eyes
And all else became shadowed - but you.

William D. White

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-17 16:45:32 UTC

I don’t rise from the ashes,
I make them.
I’m the whole
Freaking fire.

Erin Van Vuren

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-17 16:55:17 UTC

This life that we call our own
Is neither strong nor free;
A flame in the wind of death,
It trembles ceaselessly.

And this is all we can do
To use our little light 
Before, in the piercing wind,

It flickers into night:

To yield the heat of the flame, 
To grudge not, but to give
Whatever we have of strength,
That one more flame may live.

Dorothea Mackellar

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-17 23:05:04 UTC

Look a littleness closer
In those delicate eyes
Her heart’s a wild
Creature and her
Soul’s on fire.

N. R. Hart

Elements - Fire

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-17 23:11:27 UTC

Fire, constructively destructive
Fire, destructively constructive
Fire, living death
Fire, dying life

The element of fire
Constructive, destructive
The bright light of fire
The slight of fire
The all consuming fire

Does not exist 
In its natural form

Exists by consuming 
Another form 
It transforms from one
Form to another form

Fuels our passion
Leaves everything ashen
Duels the darkness

Anand Dixit

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-17 23:25:27 UTC

A river cuts through rock, not because of its power, but because of its persistence.

Jim Watkins

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-17 23:28:49 UTC

We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.

Abraham Lincoln

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-17 23:35:28 UTC

Once you have tasted the taste of sky you will forever look up.

Leonardo Da Vinci

To The River

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-17 23:38:05 UTC

Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow
Of crystal, wandering water,
Thou art an emblem of the glow
Of beauty- the unhidden heart-
The playful maziness of art
In old Alberto's daughter;

But when within thy wave she looks-
Which glistens then, and trembles-
Why, then, the prettiest of brooks
Her worshipper resembles;
For in his heart, as in thy stream,
Her image deeply lies-
His heart which trembles at the beam
Of her soul-searching eyes.

Edgar Allan Poe

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-19 00:12:50 UTC

The hardest thing in Life is to know which bridge to cross and whitch to burn.t

Anonymous

Rose is a Rose

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-19 22:21:33 UTC

A rose is a rose,
No matter where it grows.
Some saw thorns,
Beauty some chose.
Criticized by some,
Valued by loads;
People's opinions,
You can't change them by force.
Perfection is desired,
Even if it's freestyle prose!
Our lives might be cumbersome,
Let's accept the challenges they pose;
There's a bit of stardust in us all,
No matter hellish situations might come how close,
because, a rose is a rose.

Roopali

Night Sky

beatriz_robalo — 2018-01-19 22:24:32 UTC

I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky.
And saw the clouds passing by.

The Moon was peeping through the clouds.
To me it seemed so fake; like a plastic in a vase !

But if I had a mind,
I could write about Pluto, Jupiter and Mars.

I could folio on a rainbow from Venus,
and have breakfast with stars.

Or I could spin the galaxies,
And play pinball with them.

But, I felt so helpless and small;
'Immense', that is what I could say in all !

Rijul Chauhan

beatriz_robalo — 2018-02-12 11:40:18 UTC

Let the fire burn the sadness inside us

Unknown

beatriz_robalo — 2018-02-12 11:43:11 UTC

The sky touches the city
As the sun goes away

Autumn Fires

beatriz_robalo — 2018-02-13 06:46:10 UTC

In the other gardens
An all up the vale, 
From the Autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over 
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,

The grey smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!

Robert Louis Stevenson

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-09 15:53:36 UTC

Fish without water die just as much as we can't live without true friends.

Anonymous

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-09 16:01:56 UTC

Flowers grow back, even after they are stepped on. So will I.

Flower

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-09 16:05:22 UTC

Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it 
droop and drop into the dust. 

I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of 
pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am 
aware, and the time of offering go by. 

Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower 
in thy service and pluck it while there is time.

Rabindranath Tagore

Fish and Water

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-09 16:09:40 UTC

Me, very fishy, unable to understand water 
Move about in search of an answer

They say water, water everywhere
But what is water they don’t say

Where is water, I don’t see, don’t feel
I move all right, so what? 

Water, water everywhere
I don’t drink a drop

Let me ask the giant fish
The grand sire, who knows better

And he tells without water
You can live not a moment …

Raveendran N.V.

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-09 16:11:22 UTC

Hope rises like a phoenix from the ashes of shattered dreams.

S.A. Sachs

To Ashes

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-09 16:13:42 UTC

Admired. Required to perform. 
Feathers of turquoise and purple bruise my stage name.
Belladonna.
Blooming eggplant bright and dewy.
Eyes dance and twinkle only for you. 
Indulge me my pet. Sharpen your knife.
I feel like blood tonight. 
Tight smiles wreathed in crimson.
Waiting. Waiting for release.
Tear me open.
Burn me down.
Blow me away.

Wanderer

Skyline Under the Influence

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-09 16:15:40 UTC

Its very rarely I get to see nights like this.
Eyes clouded with skyline.
white,
cream,
white,
burnt,
         white,
                  cream
the lights in the distance go.
Some speck of green hides in their pattern.
It's not its fault. 
Just like it isn't the stars fault they've died.
I can only see there souls from here,
or now,
as it may be.
The branches reach up to cloud its blackened border.
Brittle vines reaching finger like,
grasping at the hovering skyline.
I forgive you.
Forgive existence;
but who am I.
A drunken juggler on the brink of the cities concrete shore;
contemplating the soaring skyline sparkling in the distance.

Lee

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-09 16:17:48 UTC

Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.

Albert Einstein

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-09 16:21:58 UTC

Many men go fishing all their lives without knowing it's not the fish they are after.

Henry David Thoureau

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-09 16:24:01 UTC

Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness, has never danced in the rain.

Anonymous

Nature

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-09 16:28:18 UTC

Nature is beautiful
nature is fun
love it or hate it
nature is something to love
nature is god's gift to us
Nature

Nature we love 
wate and feed nature
Nature water's and feed's us
god gave us nature
we cant live with out it
nature makes us

i know nature
Nature is beautiful
Nature is about the earth
nature has flower; s and weed's
weed's or flower's nature is us
NATURE

kerri king

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-09 17:41:15 UTC

Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.

Cormac McCarthy

Fire and Water

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-09 18:56:47 UTC

Fire and water.
Fire and water, closer than we think.
We always think of fire
The destroyer, the demolisher.
We always think water
The life-bringer, the rebuilder
But, what about flash floods? 
Rushing, raging taking all.
What about forest fires? 
Spreading nutrients, 
And maintaining habitats? 
Also, without fire there is no passion
No love, no drive
But, without water no serenity, 
no restraint, or peace
we need to keep balance in our lives
fire and water duality
kindness in our hearts 
passion in our work
Fire and water.

Matt Daffern

Storms, Fishermen And Boats

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-09 18:59:59 UTC

Fathomless Ocean
Struggling fishermen
Unexpected storms
And tossing boats.
Fishing Harbor mourns
And wait for the friends
Old ruined Lighthouse search their whereabouts.
In the breezy night
Ocean hides the top secret
And the waves hug the weeping beach as usual.

Nimal Dunuhinga

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-09 19:01:34 UTC

Life is like a maze you have to go through different things to get to where you want to be

April Rain Song

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-09 19:05:56 UTC

Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.

Langston Hughes

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-09 19:07:24 UTC

The ocean is everything I want to be. Beautiful, mysterious, wild, and free.

Garden of Gold

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-10 23:05:09 UTC

I walk through the garden,
On this warm summer's day,
To smell the flowers,
That grandma raised.

In the middle,
Of this garden of gold,
Stood this one,
Single red stem rose,
The rose means so many things,
From the ones you receive on your wedding day,
To the one you get on Valentine's Day,
But this single rose standing here today,
Represents the love grandma gave.

From the love she gave,
When she planted it that day,
To the love she gave us,
Each and every day,
So when you pass this garden of gold,
Remember the love that this rose holds.

Lois E. Felder

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-11 20:57:03 UTC

Smell the sea and feel the sky. Let your soul and spirit fly.

Van Morrison

The Sky & the Sea

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-11 21:00:06 UTC

The sky and the sea
Both are vast, both are deep
Both  are brightly blue but sometimes grey
Both are source of making other's day

Hiding their pain, they make everyone smile
They are far away and can never meet
They care about each other though they are apart
They are symbols of peace with love in heart

Their laughter is flawless like water falls
Reasons for them are small like rain drops
They teach love and care to their mates
They absorb the tears and problems of other's fate

Their selfless company has no end
When sea is dry, it heavily rains
When the sky is sad the sea sings
They send love to each other on bird's wings

Anonymous

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-11 21:02:45 UTC

Stars can't shine without darkness

I am the Night Sky

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-11 21:05:22 UTC

You are the viola,
And I am your bow,
You are the mountains, 
And I am your snow. 

I am the song-sheet,
And you are my tune,
I am the night sky,
And you are my moon.

You are my true love,
The love of my life,
My best friend, my lover,
My soulmate, my wife.

Clive Blake

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-11 21:21:20 UTC

Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the stars-and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole existence is joyful.

Rajneesh

Love Letters

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-11 21:24:28 UTC

In wintertime
Trees secretly write
Green love letters
Every night - tiny messages
Curled up tight.

Trees write these letters 
When our world turns cold
When hope seems lost 
When they long to hold
Memories of autumn
Glittering gold

Spring fills trees 
With joy and relief. 
Out pop love letters
Leaf by leaf.

Amy Ludwig Vanderwater

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-26 21:37:18 UTC

I need someone who sees the fire in my eyes and wants to play with it.

Campfire

beatriz_robalo — 2018-05-26 21:39:47 UTC

As you all sat around the campfire
I hope you kept me in mind
And thought to yourself
"Oh what a wonderful life."
But to be honest you probably
Didn't remember a lot
The morning after;
Just as you failed to recall
Your promises made to me before.

Roisin Sullivan