Poems About Deserts Seeking Honest Critique
#desert
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
25th Oct 2019 6:21pm
25th Oct 2019 6:21pm
Desert Rose
Sandy, dry, desert,
Water gone, minerals form
Tan and rust roses.
Water gone, minerals form
Tan and rust roses.
#water
#nature
#spiritual
#haiku
#desert
494 reads
1 Comment
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
15th Aug 2019 5:19am
15th Aug 2019 5:19am
6 WORD POEM #3
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#spiritual
#philosophical
#desert
511 reads
4 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2019 11:46pm
3rd Jul 2019 11:46pm
I Lived High Summer on Those Chaparrals – Sonnet Sixty-One
I lived high summer on those chaparrals,
With country music, beer, and leather work.
In downing sun of coy-otes’ casting spells
Of life less lived, the concrete stall berserks.
In Joshuas and prairie sage consoles,
Of hoofs that slowly pick their mountain sides,
The dust and scrub in lonely fence patrols,
Where purpose and my lonely God reside.
How far and near that other self still haunts,
That peopled place I never knew as home,
That land of stolen dreams and nonchalance,
That bled my soul to exile desert roam.
I...
With country music, beer, and leather work.
In downing sun of coy-otes’ casting spells
Of life less lived, the concrete stall berserks.
In Joshuas and prairie sage consoles,
Of hoofs that slowly pick their mountain sides,
The dust and scrub in lonely fence patrols,
Where purpose and my lonely God reside.
How far and near that other self still haunts,
That peopled place I never knew as home,
That land of stolen dreams and nonchalance,
That bled my soul to exile desert roam.
I...
#loneliness
#spiritual
#sonnet #desert
#sonnet #desert
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
1st Jun 2019 11:02am
1st Jun 2019 11:02am
tango in the sky
the lonely wind searched for a mate
he stirred the grass but she was mated to the earth
caressed the mountaintops she the sky
he blew through the trees rustling the leaves
but the trees were solitary creatures
denizens charged to watch over the land of mortal men
the sky watched the lonesome wind blow through the canyons
pushing the river forward across little pebbles in the river beds
with a heavy sadness, he realized the river was married to the rocks
finally, he blew over the parched desert lands
stirring dust...
he stirred the grass but she was mated to the earth
caressed the mountaintops she the sky
he blew through the trees rustling the leaves
but the trees were solitary creatures
denizens charged to watch over the land of mortal men
the sky watched the lonesome wind blow through the canyons
pushing the river forward across little pebbles in the river beds
with a heavy sadness, he realized the river was married to the rocks
finally, he blew over the parched desert lands
stirring dust...
#love
#beauty
#wind #desert
#wind #desert
634 reads
12 Comments
PhantomPhace
Poem Published
22nd May 2019 11:49pm
22nd May 2019 11:49pm
Love is a Ghost
Love is a ghost, flitting across my view.
It appears in the window, then disappears,
And the room is left empty and dark though you chase
That ghost, ever travelling, in search of a host.
You find the spark in a pair of eyes
For a little while ’til the bright star dies,
For its lifespan is timed. But you go on,
Alone in the desert for a thousand miles.
Then the story ends and your heart forgets.
You’re in a new land and you ask yourself,
“Whyever did I ever fret?”
The chances you find are infinite.
“You” are new, the past forms...
It appears in the window, then disappears,
And the room is left empty and dark though you chase
That ghost, ever travelling, in search of a host.
You find the spark in a pair of eyes
For a little while ’til the bright star dies,
For its lifespan is timed. But you go on,
Alone in the desert for a thousand miles.
Then the story ends and your heart forgets.
You’re in a new land and you ask yourself,
“Whyever did I ever fret?”
The chances you find are infinite.
“You” are new, the past forms...
#love
#stars
#ghosts #desert
#ghosts #desert
530 reads
2 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
16th May 2019 4:03pm
16th May 2019 4:03pm
Deadication
There was a poet walking through the sand,
And he didn’t know it, but there were eyes on his footprints.
As he walked along there appeared a man.
The man he spoke of a world of fortune and asked…
Do you have anything to give?
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
And he didn’t know it, but there were eyes on his footprints.
As he walked along there appeared a man.
The man he spoke of a world of fortune and asked…
Do you have anything to give?
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories #desert
#memories #desert
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Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
27th Apr 2019 9:11pm
27th Apr 2019 9:11pm
Sand Seeking
Stumbling, staggering
ever onwards on endless sand
an infinite stretching sea of sand
as far as the eye can see,
sand, always sand,
a detestable desert
where wearied walks
make little footprints
in the sand,
travellers seeking a hand
upon the desiccated sand
a hand in inspiration,
dried up and dried out
of ideas
no new pieces
so no new peace
upon the hot sand,
enough to drive anyone mad,
sand, sand, as far as the eye can see;
seek and ye shall find,
sand and signs
empty lands for empty...
ever onwards on endless sand
an infinite stretching sea of sand
as far as the eye can see,
sand, always sand,
a detestable desert
where wearied walks
make little footprints
in the sand,
travellers seeking a hand
upon the desiccated sand
a hand in inspiration,
dried up and dried out
of ideas
no new pieces
so no new peace
upon the hot sand,
enough to drive anyone mad,
sand, sand, as far as the eye can see;
seek and ye shall find,
sand and signs
empty lands for empty...
#WritersBlock
#desert
#NaPoWriMo2019
576 reads
2 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
30th Mar 2019 8:59pm
30th Mar 2019 8:59pm
Haiku #20... Stillness
desert sun
beats down at noon
oppressive stillness reigns...
beats down at noon
oppressive stillness reigns...
#sun
#desert
434 reads
3 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
9th Feb 2019 5:50pm
9th Feb 2019 5:50pm
Out Here on the Perimeter
(a quatern)
In shade of rubber burned from L.A. streets,
The chants arise of seven-mi'le snakes,
Of native graves and blood, Mojave’s heat
At Lizard King’s arrive, as Whiskey shakes.
A Venice road that bleats up Valley skirts,
In shade of rubber burned from L.A. streets,
That women/girls arouse, though eyes avert
To find their maps on thrusts of roadhouse sheets.
In little drinks that taste of winds’ conceits,
In backdoor rhymes that call the wounded heart,
In shade of rubber burned from L.A. streets,
Elab’rate plans that...
In shade of rubber burned from L.A. streets,
The chants arise of seven-mi'le snakes,
Of native graves and blood, Mojave’s heat
At Lizard King’s arrive, as Whiskey shakes.
A Venice road that bleats up Valley skirts,
In shade of rubber burned from L.A. streets,
That women/girls arouse, though eyes avert
To find their maps on thrusts of roadhouse sheets.
In little drinks that taste of winds’ conceits,
In backdoor rhymes that call the wounded heart,
In shade of rubber burned from L.A. streets,
Elab’rate plans that...
#sex
#technology
#desert
557 reads
3 Comments
solanaceae
Poem Published
26th Jan 2019 2:06am
26th Jan 2019 2:06am
Chihuahuan
all there is
is dirt
flowers cannot blossom
on parched, aching ground
they cry for salvation
shriveled petals shrink
and dream of sweet droplets to quench their thirst
alas, under a scorching desert sun
all there is
is dirt
is dirt
flowers cannot blossom
on parched, aching ground
they cry for salvation
shriveled petals shrink
and dream of sweet droplets to quench their thirst
alas, under a scorching desert sun
all there is
is dirt
#summer
#nature
#desert
433 reads
3 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
7th Dec 2018 2:34pm
7th Dec 2018 2:34pm
Haiku #14 ...brevity...
from under tortured mountains
a stream seeping...
to shortly sink beneath the desert sands
a stream seeping...
to shortly sink beneath the desert sands
#river
#nature
#mountains #desert
#mountains #desert
462 reads
4 Comments
mikemason
White Tiger
White Tiger
Poem Published
11th Jun 2017 10:08pm
11th Jun 2017 10:08pm
Mystical Desert Dunes
Swimming through the sand, surface in a haze,
shake the people's heads, thank them for taking space
remembering your face.
Forgive them if they can't recall...anything you said.
,~o~'
I will mark this as the day I first would learn to see,
since a youth I always knew the truth would set me free.
Journey through the desert, stab a cactus for a drink,
eat the seeds of mystics, put a twist on how you think.
Hit your knees and beg a deity for rain,
gather every tear she bleeds and wash away the...
shake the people's heads, thank them for taking space
remembering your face.
Forgive them if they can't recall...anything you said.
,~o~'
I will mark this as the day I first would learn to see,
since a youth I always knew the truth would set me free.
Journey through the desert, stab a cactus for a drink,
eat the seeds of mystics, put a twist on how you think.
Hit your knees and beg a deity for rain,
gather every tear she bleeds and wash away the...
#spiritual
#lyrics
#desert
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