Desert Poems
#desert
Desert poems, poetry about the desert; uninhabited, desolate and arid landscape. Nature poems about deserts, areas covered with sand or rocks, where there is little rain or plant life.
Miraged dreams
Sky All
consuming
Engulfing
Desert plains
Fiery tendrils
Brazenly caress
Parched scapes
Rose gold
Dusted
Illuminations
Reflecting
Miraged dreams
consuming
Engulfing
Desert plains
Fiery tendrils
Brazenly caress
Parched scapes
Rose gold
Dusted
Illuminations
Reflecting
Miraged dreams
#desert
#sky
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Desert Quest
ahead,
elongated shadows of setting sun,
trail covered by eons of blown dust.
beneath my feet,
ancient footprints in desert sand,
evidence of those who came before.
around,
harsh desiccated landscape
of indescribable beauty.
spiked branches, sparse foliage
twisted contorted cacti
forbidding yet inviting.
dust devils swirling,
randomly blending
earth and air.
confident strides
leading farther from the known,
closer to the divine,
into unknown hardship,
unintended...
elongated shadows of setting sun,
trail covered by eons of blown dust.
beneath my feet,
ancient footprints in desert sand,
evidence of those who came before.
around,
harsh desiccated landscape
of indescribable beauty.
spiked branches, sparse foliage
twisted contorted cacti
forbidding yet inviting.
dust devils swirling,
randomly blending
earth and air.
confident strides
leading farther from the known,
closer to the divine,
into unknown hardship,
unintended...
#desert
#identity
#NaPoWriMo2024
#nature
#spiritual
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Lent
the absolute is not there
the inconsistencies also do not
not even the most microscopic of faults
the tremor of the earth is not felt
and the wind, where did the wind go, in silence?
the sound of the waves fell silent on the rocks
the stillness of the rocks shook the sands
and the desert turned sour under the sun
and the voice, where did the voice go, screaming?
the color of things is not there
the scars are not there either
but the scream is the sound of everything that moves
the infinitesimal of calculations was...
the inconsistencies also do not
not even the most microscopic of faults
the tremor of the earth is not felt
and the wind, where did the wind go, in silence?
the sound of the waves fell silent on the rocks
the stillness of the rocks shook the sands
and the desert turned sour under the sun
and the voice, where did the voice go, screaming?
the color of things is not there
the scars are not there either
but the scream is the sound of everything that moves
the infinitesimal of calculations was...
#anxiety
#apathy
#boredom
#depression
#desert
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The Braille of Wind
There's something different about the wind
that's travelled a long, long way
and a weary heaviness
as if compressed by the weight of miles
yet full of exotic scents and ozone
Eagerly you face the breeze
now caressing your face as you wet your lips
tasting spices from high desert plains
and sun baked granite cliffs
There's tang on the tip of the tongue
alkaline, dry and brittle yet with the softness
of thousand year old dust
desiccating with love
There's...
that's travelled a long, long way
and a weary heaviness
as if compressed by the weight of miles
yet full of exotic scents and ozone
Eagerly you face the breeze
now caressing your face as you wet your lips
tasting spices from high desert plains
and sun baked granite cliffs
There's tang on the tip of the tongue
alkaline, dry and brittle yet with the softness
of thousand year old dust
desiccating with love
There's...
#sea
#wind
#mountains #desert
#mountains #desert
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Dreaming Desert
bolting storm.
night defined
by flashes of insight.
truth seems capricious.
is it something else
to honeybee or coyote?
fulfilling, foreboding
or light in flight,
like fairies dusting blue sky.
fact becomes fiction,
fantasy masquerades
as thundering reality.
beneath gray clouds,
realities fade
silently screaming.
unbidden truths
capriciously
lying in wait.
© 2024
night defined
by flashes of insight.
truth seems capricious.
is it something else
to honeybee or coyote?
fulfilling, foreboding
or light in flight,
like fairies dusting blue sky.
fact becomes fiction,
fantasy masquerades
as thundering reality.
beneath gray clouds,
realities fade
silently screaming.
unbidden truths
capriciously
lying in wait.
© 2024
#storm
#nature
#TruthOfLife #desert
#TruthOfLife #desert
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in the desert
here
i saw
myself alone
in the
ocean
of sand,
my shoes
leaving
their
conversations,
my thoughts
running low,
and
in the end,
i lost
myself
out there,
to be
weathered,
my silence
got no
discussion
from
the sky,
the wind,
all those
little
creatures
thought
nothing
while
trespassing
over
my bones.
i saw
myself alone
in the
ocean
of sand,
my shoes
leaving
their
conversations,
my thoughts
running low,
and
in the end,
i lost
myself
out there,
to be
weathered,
my silence
got no
discussion
from
the sky,
the wind,
all those
little
creatures
thought
nothing
while
trespassing
over
my bones.
#sun
#summer
#nature #desert
#nature #desert
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The Miracle of the Divine Twins
#God
#rebirth
#spiritual
#mythology
#desert
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Dust
The flowers are beautiful and they die
human beings are not beautiful
but they die anyway!
The flowers turn to dust.
Humans turn to dust.
I love the smell of flowers
but I'm allergic to dust.
I'm allergic to humans.
But if one day I return from the dust,
I would love for it to be in the form
of a dusty desert flower!
human beings are not beautiful
but they die anyway!
The flowers turn to dust.
Humans turn to dust.
I love the smell of flowers
but I'm allergic to dust.
I'm allergic to humans.
But if one day I return from the dust,
I would love for it to be in the form
of a dusty desert flower!
#death
#flowers
#mirror
#emptiness
#desert
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Miracles In The Desert
surviving
harsh environment
dusty windy desiccated
searing heat
freezing cold
sporadic drowning
protected by
deep roots waxy coat
piercing spines
each occupies
its own space
not encroaching
briefly
flowering then
fruiting
utilizing
scarce resources
to provide
beauty
and
sweet nourishment
to feathered
and furred
survivors
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
harsh environment
dusty windy desiccated
searing heat
freezing cold
sporadic drowning
protected by
deep roots waxy coat
piercing spines
each occupies
its own space
not encroaching
briefly
flowering then
fruiting
utilizing
scarce resources
to provide
beauty
and
sweet nourishment
to feathered
and furred
survivors
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
#environment
#nature
#spiritual #desert
#spiritual #desert
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Arizona Highway
I stopped along the roadside
the saguaro cactus caught my eye
caps of snow lying upon
their prickly heads held high.
Never shivering in
their skins of green
as they stood there proudly by
in the Arizona desert
against the pale blue southwest sky.
the saguaro cactus caught my eye
caps of snow lying upon
their prickly heads held high.
Never shivering in
their skins of green
as they stood there proudly by
in the Arizona desert
against the pale blue southwest sky.
#winter
#snow
#WritingPoetry
#travel
#desert
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The Straw Hat Photo
a photo I like
is from late afternoon
of the day I met him
He was already gone by then
for over two years it turned out
but that afternoon
I would be seeing him again
in just a few days
New to the Southwest
the first of two times
I was wearing a silly straw hat
oversized sunglasses
a denim skirt above my knees.
I met him by the mailboxes
got in his car
guided him to the house
What I like about the photo
is my simple shadow
the rough asphalt
a crack in the canvas
for a...
is from late afternoon
of the day I met him
He was already gone by then
for over two years it turned out
but that afternoon
I would be seeing him again
in just a few days
New to the Southwest
the first of two times
I was wearing a silly straw hat
oversized sunglasses
a denim skirt above my knees.
I met him by the mailboxes
got in his car
guided him to the house
What I like about the photo
is my simple shadow
the rough asphalt
a crack in the canvas
for a...
#flowers
#FallingInLove
#hurt #desert
#hurt #desert
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That
bring me stones when you come back
from everywhere
of all the cracks you find
bring me pebbles and rare gems
bring me the void between the words
and throw precious stones at me
throw me to the ground with your gaze
throw sand in my eyes
and throw my remains to the stubble
bring me stones when you come back...
from everywhere
of all the cracks you find
bring me pebbles and rare gems
bring me the void between the words
and throw precious stones at me
throw me to the ground with your gaze
throw sand in my eyes
and throw my remains to the stubble
bring me stones when you come back...
#depression
#storm
#disappointment #desert
#disappointment #desert
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