Long Poems About Deserts
#desert
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
7th Feb 2024 00:48am
7th Feb 2024 00:48am
The Miracle of the Divine Twins
#God
#rebirth
#spiritual
#mythology
#desert
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
24th Jun 2023 9:21pm
24th Jun 2023 9:21pm
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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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
6th Nov 2022 7:53pm
6th Nov 2022 7:53pm
Sonoran
She was simply a wildfire ripping her way across the prairie
The animals knew to get out of her way, never having seen anything so scary
flames leaving death and destruction, never looking back at her past
Hahaha, flames blazing a trail like a lady with the perfect ass
Whether I be mesmerized by her beauty or blinded by her light
For whatever reason I a mere cactus, I'm still grounded in both awe and fright
Though barren all of the creatures that once comfort now seeks an escape
while I stare into her eyes relishing the thought of being brutally raped...
The animals knew to get out of her way, never having seen anything so scary
flames leaving death and destruction, never looking back at her past
Hahaha, flames blazing a trail like a lady with the perfect ass
Whether I be mesmerized by her beauty or blinded by her light
For whatever reason I a mere cactus, I'm still grounded in both awe and fright
Though barren all of the creatures that once comfort now seeks an escape
while I stare into her eyes relishing the thought of being brutally raped...
#love
#nature
#FallingInLove #desert
#FallingInLove #desert
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
27th Aug 2022 2:00pm
27th Aug 2022 2:00pm
Desert Evening
Mesmerized by late afternoons with pink and purple skies
Haha Cactus and me watching tumbleweeds racing by
Dust devils swirling away trying to move this dry heat
Be careful where you step fossilized history is under your feet
Hello there Mr. Rattler, how have you and Mr. Scorpion been
You could had sent word to me by way of the Wind
I know that it's not a dependable means of messaging
It seems to be down time and time again
And when it does come around, all it seems to do is stir up dust
Ripping and roaring, he's a bandit that can't be...
Haha Cactus and me watching tumbleweeds racing by
Dust devils swirling away trying to move this dry heat
Be careful where you step fossilized history is under your feet
Hello there Mr. Rattler, how have you and Mr. Scorpion been
You could had sent word to me by way of the Wind
I know that it's not a dependable means of messaging
It seems to be down time and time again
And when it does come around, all it seems to do is stir up dust
Ripping and roaring, he's a bandit that can't be...
#love
#animals
#nature #desert
#nature #desert
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4 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
4th Mar 2021 7:10am
4th Mar 2021 7:10am
THREE MAGIC DAYS IN THE BADLANDS (3-19-1989, the Badlands area of the Anza Borrego Desert, Southern California)
climbing up out of
this wild desert magic
dehydrated hungry
exhausted dirty
parched throat so thirsty
yet filled with it s bone deep warmth
a powerful energy soon surges
rushing through my every living cell
as some kind of mysterious deliverance occurs
some deeper initiation with mother earth
branded and blessed by burning sun all day long
from which some profound ancient knowing
seems and feels hidden
so deeply implanted
within and amidst everything here
in this desert s...
this wild desert magic
dehydrated hungry
exhausted dirty
parched throat so thirsty
yet filled with it s bone deep warmth
a powerful energy soon surges
rushing through my every living cell
as some kind of mysterious deliverance occurs
some deeper initiation with mother earth
branded and blessed by burning sun all day long
from which some profound ancient knowing
seems and feels hidden
so deeply implanted
within and amidst everything here
in this desert s...
#inspirational
#earth
#moon
#peace
#desert
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
25th Feb 2021 9:34pm
25th Feb 2021 9:34pm
DESERT SERENITY 2 (3-19-1989, dawn at 'OH MY GOD' natural hot springs in the Badlands of the Anza Borrego D
i am this
desert
serenity
rich cacti dawns
hushed
pastel song
suspended here
within its all
encompassing peace
swallowed up
down here beneath
this still sleeping
but gently awakening
skys above
blue gray wide
stirring yawn
which ever so
gradually
soon stretches beyond
squinting pink eye
of still sunken
unseen suns
slow silent
new mornings
radiantly illumined arising
as new day
comes delicately on
quietly stretching out
beyond ...
desert
serenity
rich cacti dawns
hushed
pastel song
suspended here
within its all
encompassing peace
swallowed up
down here beneath
this still sleeping
but gently awakening
skys above
blue gray wide
stirring yawn
which ever so
gradually
soon stretches beyond
squinting pink eye
of still sunken
unseen suns
slow silent
new mornings
radiantly illumined arising
as new day
comes delicately on
quietly stretching out
beyond ...
#earth
#sky
#nature
#mountains
#desert
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2020 1:14pm
23rd Dec 2020 1:14pm
An Art Bell Radio Journey
An Art Bell Radio Journey
The parched hills roll like whales in a sea of the desolation of bone dry tumbleweed desert just past Tucumcari. We are hoping for a Santa Fe motel vacancy. The purple sunset glows like a nebula in the western expanse of the sky. It is 70 miles to Santa Fe and an old episode of Art Bell plays on the stereo, to bring the mystery of the cosmos into our cubist world on wheels. Here the night is a show billions of years in the making where satellites are newcomers on the celestial scene. The galactic night is for lovers who...
The parched hills roll like whales in a sea of the desolation of bone dry tumbleweed desert just past Tucumcari. We are hoping for a Santa Fe motel vacancy. The purple sunset glows like a nebula in the western expanse of the sky. It is 70 miles to Santa Fe and an old episode of Art Bell plays on the stereo, to bring the mystery of the cosmos into our cubist world on wheels. Here the night is a show billions of years in the making where satellites are newcomers on the celestial scene. The galactic night is for lovers who...
#love
#marriage
#night
#homelessness
#desert
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2020 4:38am
3rd Sep 2020 4:38am
Borne Fey Over Burnt Blanca
Borne Fey Over Burnt Blanca
A marital spat erupts between the Aztec creator and creatrix of humankind. The male God banishes a mortal woman to Mictlán the Aztec purgatory for praying to the female embodiment of the divine. There she will walk barefoot across burning sand and rocks. But the creatrix can finesse the denouement into feminine favor with a defector from hubby’s very own brotherhood.
Sand clouds flap-like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the virgin paints the sky. Her pain is buried deep in her heart. The Lord of Duality...
A marital spat erupts between the Aztec creator and creatrix of humankind. The male God banishes a mortal woman to Mictlán the Aztec purgatory for praying to the female embodiment of the divine. There she will walk barefoot across burning sand and rocks. But the creatrix can finesse the denouement into feminine favor with a defector from hubby’s very own brotherhood.
Sand clouds flap-like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the virgin paints the sky. Her pain is buried deep in her heart. The Lord of Duality...
#love
#marriage
#religion
#desert
#risk
398 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2019 6:24pm
3rd Jun 2019 6:24pm
Lioness of the Desert
#marriage
#lion
#sensual #desert
#sensual #desert
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2 Comments
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
548 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Feb 2019 00:44am
18th Feb 2019 00:44am
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
#women
#men
#MeToo
#suffering
#desert
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6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
27th Dec 2018 5:05am
27th Dec 2018 5:05am
Spirit Lake
Spirit Lake
Far in the North Country, in a land of jagged mountains, ice, and perpetual winds lies Spirit Lake.
Navajo Indian lore spoke of an iridescent jewel of a lake high in the San Juan Mountains of Colorado. It was said to be as deep as the ocean. Its location was lost in the foggy memory of the ancient medicine man, Bear Paw.
Running Deer ran like a mountain lion across the barren gravelly brown land of northern New Mexico. Above him was a massive escarpment glowing scarlet in the dying embers of sunset. As he ran, his mind raced too. He could smell...
Far in the North Country, in a land of jagged mountains, ice, and perpetual winds lies Spirit Lake.
Navajo Indian lore spoke of an iridescent jewel of a lake high in the San Juan Mountains of Colorado. It was said to be as deep as the ocean. Its location was lost in the foggy memory of the ancient medicine man, Bear Paw.
Running Deer ran like a mountain lion across the barren gravelly brown land of northern New Mexico. Above him was a massive escarpment glowing scarlet in the dying embers of sunset. As he ran, his mind raced too. He could smell...
#nature
#mountains
#aging #desert
#aging #desert
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Deserts
