Poems About Deserts Seeking Honest Critique
#desert
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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Sirocco
As I once more close my eyes
I am overcome with surprise
from these desert winds
how each new feeling begins
Walking close holding hands
across wild North African sands
I feel these words come alive
with this passion that does thrive
For I have traveled near and far
to finally find out where you are
how you fit so snug within me
how your passion sets me free
Warm wet lips upon parted lips
your strong hands guide my hips
until we are at last now one
as our poetry has now begun
...
I am overcome with surprise
from these desert winds
how each new feeling begins
Walking close holding hands
across wild North African sands
I feel these words come alive
with this passion that does thrive
For I have traveled near and far
to finally find out where you are
how you fit so snug within me
how your passion sets me free
Warm wet lips upon parted lips
your strong hands guide my hips
until we are at last now one
as our poetry has now begun
...
#fate
#confessional
#FallingInLove
#crush
#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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Autumn in Phoenix
Vibrant reds and yellows
swaths of orange
streak the sky
in a valley of millions
sunset air pollution
at least its pretty
brisk breezes of Fall
crisp red apples
earthy cider wafts
of cloves and cinnamon
hay rides under warm blankets
seasonal pleasures
enjoyed by those further north
glad at least some get to experience them
this time of year
is an arborial fashion show
change in the air
the promise of snow
but not here
and I'm...
swaths of orange
streak the sky
in a valley of millions
sunset air pollution
at least its pretty
brisk breezes of Fall
crisp red apples
earthy cider wafts
of cloves and cinnamon
hay rides under warm blankets
seasonal pleasures
enjoyed by those further north
glad at least some get to experience them
this time of year
is an arborial fashion show
change in the air
the promise of snow
but not here
and I'm...
#city
#fall
#desert
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A Man You Ought to Love
The Buddha’s known
as “the compassionate”.
But why?
For this::
Not only did he see
with overwhelming empathy
Man’s dire need to be
released from fated suffering
but kindly taught “him” how
this could be done
successfully.
and thereby caused
his being praised,
extolled, and justly so,
by high and low
as one
who was (and is)
deserving to be loved.
as “the compassionate”.
But why?
For this::
Not only did he see
with overwhelming empathy
Man’s dire need to be
released from fated suffering
but kindly taught “him” how
this could be done
successfully.
and thereby caused
his being praised,
extolled, and justly so,
by high and low
as one
who was (and is)
deserving to be loved.
#desert
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Distant Sands
Distant sands from many lands
flow together in the now
allow a knowing how
only the desert understands
flow together in the now
allow a knowing how
only the desert understands
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
#desert
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Beauty and Bewilderment
The most intense landscape
swallowed in the sweltering sun,
the desert screams in silence.
Sandstorms sprouting and small houses in the distance,
this land of dust and heat demands the strongest will to survive.
On this path you will meet the kindest and most resilient of beings
seeing life from an ancient but timeless perspective.
Determined and confident in each moment of uncertainty
is what you must be in this most unforgiving of environments.
Surrounding mountains sheltered in the shade of the clouds.
Beyond the brutality...
swallowed in the sweltering sun,
the desert screams in silence.
Sandstorms sprouting and small houses in the distance,
this land of dust and heat demands the strongest will to survive.
On this path you will meet the kindest and most resilient of beings
seeing life from an ancient but timeless perspective.
Determined and confident in each moment of uncertainty
is what you must be in this most unforgiving of environments.
Surrounding mountains sheltered in the shade of the clouds.
Beyond the brutality...
#Africa
#spiritual
#travel
#SelfDiscovery
#desert
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Deserts
I've been waiting for you for hours and hours
then I spiked my horse with spurs
and disappeared into the radiance of the desert...
sand on shoulders will measure my time
sand lying on itself naked
the hourglass of the crystal in your eyes
horse of fire trampling the ground
aimless rider from pain in the hands
desert pain in flowers without buds
sand in a storm hurting the eyes
dry tears streak lost appeal
I don't know about you and where are you lurking
the compass rose has lost the north
the...
then I spiked my horse with spurs
and disappeared into the radiance of the desert...
sand on shoulders will measure my time
sand lying on itself naked
the hourglass of the crystal in your eyes
horse of fire trampling the ground
aimless rider from pain in the hands
desert pain in flowers without buds
sand in a storm hurting the eyes
dry tears streak lost appeal
I don't know about you and where are you lurking
the compass rose has lost the north
the...
#love
#dreams
#moon
#mirror
#desert
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The Fujyiama's sunset
The sunset over the Fujiyama
speaks of abandonment,
but a wanderer weeps on his tatami.
Dance in kimono's delight.
The wind shines like heaven's volcanoes.
The morning Hibachi for virtuous water.
The desert's montain!
The body aches for red velvet kimono
as in the night of dream's agony.
The wind is a luscious Hibachi.
The desert's rapture dew drops.
The night shines like no moon.
PAR
speaks of abandonment,
but a wanderer weeps on his tatami.
Dance in kimono's delight.
The wind shines like heaven's volcanoes.
The morning Hibachi for virtuous water.
The desert's montain!
The body aches for red velvet kimono
as in the night of dream's agony.
The wind is a luscious Hibachi.
The desert's rapture dew drops.
The night shines like no moon.
PAR
#dreams
#sun
#moon
#night
#desert
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Mad Jasmine
- Mad Jasmine -
I wear my blue harem pants, and I can really dance,
With a sword in my hand, I’m like a warrior princess.
I will not wait for some hero to come save the day…
My heart is hungry for romance, and when I prance,
The desert blazes hot; I am not, a damsel in distress!
All the people know my name, and I like it that way.
Mad Jasmine they call me, and I steal the show well,
You won’t take my kingdom; I will see you in Hell…
Evil wizards can’t match, the spell my eyes can cast!
I’m like a warrior princess from out the ancient...
I wear my blue harem pants, and I can really dance,
With a sword in my hand, I’m like a warrior princess.
I will not wait for some hero to come save the day…
My heart is hungry for romance, and when I prance,
The desert blazes hot; I am not, a damsel in distress!
All the people know my name, and I like it that way.
Mad Jasmine they call me, and I steal the show well,
You won’t take my kingdom; I will see you in Hell…
Evil wizards can’t match, the spell my eyes can cast!
I’m like a warrior princess from out the ancient...
#strength
#courage
#bisexual
#desert
#determination
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Pyramid
Steeped stacked stone
block by block
outlast every conceived clock
the relentlessness of the wind
year upon year
each shed precious tear
stands the harsh test of time
as I walk around the firm base
in search of all I can face
fleeing all I cannot
all these moments borrowed or sought
still blow like fine stinging sand
block by block
outlast every conceived clock
the relentlessness of the wind
year upon year
each shed precious tear
stands the harsh test of time
as I walk around the firm base
in search of all I can face
fleeing all I cannot
all these moments borrowed or sought
still blow like fine stinging sand
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#travel
#SelfDiscovery
#desert
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DU Poetry : Poems About Deserts Seeking Honest Critique