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.
Sabotage is…
Beneath desert skylines
Alone in our private minds
We seek sanctuary
Refuge from brutality
Following contours…
There’s a crack in reasoning
We know then
It’s all sabotage
Futile in our resistance…
Still we stumble on
Crumbling facades
Mimic the backdrop
Evidence of the failing sun
Disappearing behind monstrous dunes
We are done, just as the day is…
Windswept like my love for you
Too tired to bare this weathering
My soul is carved endlessly by each grain
...
Alone in our private minds
We seek sanctuary
Refuge from brutality
Following contours…
There’s a crack in reasoning
We know then
It’s all sabotage
Futile in our resistance…
Still we stumble on
Crumbling facades
Mimic the backdrop
Evidence of the failing sun
Disappearing behind monstrous dunes
We are done, just as the day is…
Windswept like my love for you
Too tired to bare this weathering
My soul is carved endlessly by each grain
...
#desert
#philosophical
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Cimmerian Sands of Deserts Black
I wander through the endless black
The desert vast, no turning back
No stars, no moon, no sound, no sign
Just sand and shadows intertwined
The wind is still, the air is thick
Each step I take feels slow, and sick
The dunes stretch out, no end in sight
As if the world itself takes flight
And yet, in every whispered gust
I feel a presence—faint, but just
A subtle shift, a breath too near
A silence sharp, edged with fear
Is something there beyond the dunes?
Watching in the blackened gloom?
Or is it just the...
The desert vast, no turning back
No stars, no moon, no sound, no sign
Just sand and shadows intertwined
The wind is still, the air is thick
Each step I take feels slow, and sick
The dunes stretch out, no end in sight
As if the world itself takes flight
And yet, in every whispered gust
I feel a presence—faint, but just
A subtle shift, a breath too near
A silence sharp, edged with fear
Is something there beyond the dunes?
Watching in the blackened gloom?
Or is it just the...
#anxiety
#dark
#desert
#fear
#night
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trigonometry
upholstery
puppets
poultry
poetry
putrid
poet
pet
up
pi
I
puppets
poultry
poetry
putrid
poet
pet
up
pi
I
#desert
#mirror
#science
#sea
#WritingPoetry
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Glowing Darkness
In the depths of the night veil, where dreams hide,
whispers of unexplored fantasies, in the darkness they shine.
A kingdom of flavors, where fear and desire dance their tango.
Where every shadow is a promise and the moonlight is cast.
Unexplored Fantasies and Shopping List:
We'll leave the windows open, all of them, to let the wind in
that will irreparably break everything that passes by us.
In the scream of the night, where thoughts roam free,
Unexplored fantasies awaken as vast as the sea.
There is talk of misadventures, of...
whispers of unexplored fantasies, in the darkness they shine.
A kingdom of flavors, where fear and desire dance their tango.
Where every shadow is a promise and the moonlight is cast.
Unexplored Fantasies and Shopping List:
We'll leave the windows open, all of them, to let the wind in
that will irreparably break everything that passes by us.
In the scream of the night, where thoughts roam free,
Unexplored fantasies awaken as vast as the sea.
There is talk of misadventures, of...
#desert
#lust
#mirror
#myself
#passion
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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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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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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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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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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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DU Poetry : Desert Poems