Minecraft Riddles for Builders, Miners, and Creeper Dodgers

I hiss and explode, I ruin your day. I sneak up silent, better run away!

I walk through fire, I swim in lava. My home’s in the Nether, bring some armor!

I drop white dust, I fly and scream. You’ll find me where the lava streams.

I’m square and green, but not a leaf. I chase you down and bring you grief.

You sleep in me to pass the night. But try the Nether, and face a fright!

I’m black and tall, I teleport fast. Look in my eyes, it’ll be your last.

I’m a box, but not for mail. I store your stuff without fail.

I glow at night, I light the cave. You’ll find me near things that are brave.

I’m rare and blue, deep in stone. I help enchant, don’t mine me alone!

I’m orange and hot, I flow with doom. One touch from me? You’re back in the room.

I guide your cart, I click and clack. I power rails to move you back.

I’m made of snow, I throw with might. I guard your base both day and night.

I grow on dirt, I go 'moo'. You get your steak and leather too.

I’m flat and white, found on the shore. I make your glass, then even more.

I’m used to cook, I’m used to smelt. Place me down and feel the heat I dealt.

I’m green and tasty, found in farms. Zombies hate me, I cause alarm!

I bounce and split, I live in swamps. When I hit, your health just drops.

I grow tall, with leaves on top. Break me down and I will drop.

I’m ancient, black, and strong like steel. I make a portal with eerie feel.

I’m the goal, the end, the boss of fear. Face me down when the End draws near.

I’m pink and hop in the plains. You might tame me with a snack in hand.

I spit purple goo when you bother me in the desert sun.

I swim in rivers and oceans, drop scales, and salmon are my cousin.

I’m undead, I shoot arrows, and I rattle in the dark.

I prowl the jungle, pounce when you move wrong, and tame with raw fish if you are patient.

I guard villages at night, have a big nose, and trade emeralds for goods.

I’m shiny, rare, and miners cheer when they find me deep below.

I’m a green gem villagers love, used for trading the best loot.

I’m placed on the ground to craft tools; four logs become four of me on the table.

I’m gray, common, and you punch me at the start of every world.

Farmers plant me in rows, and bread comes from my harvest.

I’m cold and white, with polar bears and sparse trees.

I’m hot and dry, with temples hidden under sand.

I’m thick with vines, jungles temples, and ocelots.

I’m dark and scary, with a roof of bedrock far above.

I float in the sky with islands and shulkers waiting.

I’m the station where nine slots turn ore and sticks into tools.

I combine items with blaze powder to make stronger gear.

I enchant your sword when built near bookshelves and lapis.

I repair tools and rename items when you spend experience and materials.

I restore hunger when you eat me, baked from pork.

I protect your head, chest, legs, and feet from mob hits.

I mine stone faster than wood and need sticks to craft.

I block explosions when held up, made from iron ingots in a pattern.

I hold water for farming when poured beside tilled soil.