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.
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
18th Mar 2022 9:17pm
18th Mar 2022 9:17pm
Raphium Series~the horses
I'm in my element
cool breeze shifting within me
I touch the sky and breath with relief
the ozone herself welcomes her terrestrial child
taking flight I rise
seeking the others, darklings of the air
northern winds transport me to exotic lands
where I watch the deserts open up before me
vast expanses, I trip then have visions
a black stallion races
I look heavenward and see the horses riding with him
the moon pregnant with grief
gives birth to renewal
the tides are changing
and the waters of red explain something...
cool breeze shifting within me
I touch the sky and breath with relief
the ozone herself welcomes her terrestrial child
taking flight I rise
seeking the others, darklings of the air
northern winds transport me to exotic lands
where I watch the deserts open up before me
vast expanses, I trip then have visions
a black stallion races
I look heavenward and see the horses riding with him
the moon pregnant with grief
gives birth to renewal
the tides are changing
and the waters of red explain something...
#wind
#angels
#desert
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2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
18th Jan 2022 5:56pm
18th Jan 2022 5:56pm
swoon...Arabian nights
stimulate the mind with desert kisses
caressing the senses, a cool wind
blowing over me with the need to escape
my soul rises and is transported in an instant
to a place of freedom and restriction
the sun halos my head
and for a moment I am crowned Queen
I'm tripping in the heat
Arabinan nights with my king
make me swoon
a beautiful jewel is the desert
sacred in his art to seduce
caressing the senses, a cool wind
blowing over me with the need to escape
my soul rises and is transported in an instant
to a place of freedom and restriction
the sun halos my head
and for a moment I am crowned Queen
I'm tripping in the heat
Arabinan nights with my king
make me swoon
a beautiful jewel is the desert
sacred in his art to seduce
#love
#lust
#desert
314 reads
3 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
17th Sep 2021 2:20am
17th Sep 2021 2:20am
9/16/21
Rain fills the desert
Whose years of tightly held salt
Bloom to the surface
SALT FLOWERS
Whose years of tightly held salt
Bloom to the surface
SALT FLOWERS
#flowers
#rain
#haiku #desert
#haiku #desert
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5 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
7th Sep 2021 3:35pm
7th Sep 2021 3:35pm
The camels humps
The Camels Humps
Distain for humans is quite plain,
you’re welcome, a vile of spit.
Perceive, our hollow core, devoid of wit,
for all you see is a cartoon,
the bony knees a broad mid-drift,
and on its back two balloons,
For you to travel on the dunes
so graceful in its gait.
To rise the crest, where trucks are stuck,
pass onward with a haughty gaze
and forward stride. hoofmarks plain
no shield from sun, on wrinkled skin,
Just sand on sand, the whole terrain
Brave ship to carry homosapien,
the double eyelid...
Distain for humans is quite plain,
you’re welcome, a vile of spit.
Perceive, our hollow core, devoid of wit,
for all you see is a cartoon,
the bony knees a broad mid-drift,
and on its back two balloons,
For you to travel on the dunes
so graceful in its gait.
To rise the crest, where trucks are stuck,
pass onward with a haughty gaze
and forward stride. hoofmarks plain
no shield from sun, on wrinkled skin,
Just sand on sand, the whole terrain
Brave ship to carry homosapien,
the double eyelid...
#environment
#desert
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2 Comments
Mastersensation
Pent
Pent
Poem Published
21st Jul 2021 00:24am
21st Jul 2021 00:24am
Concrete Grass
We are not going green
Only grey
Dress it up with graffiti called art
It's still lipstick on rubble
Whole neighborhoods cover the fields
Swallowing quaint towns
And old men with stubble
Even the green remaining requires shoes
Needles, and perfecting pesticides
Children laughing
Using chalk in a concrete bubble
A lucky few still skip out the front door
Blades between toes
But tax coffers echo
As mayors longingly stare at them
Through their Hubble
"So long!", Progress laughs
Corn...
Only grey
Dress it up with graffiti called art
It's still lipstick on rubble
Whole neighborhoods cover the fields
Swallowing quaint towns
And old men with stubble
Even the green remaining requires shoes
Needles, and perfecting pesticides
Children laughing
Using chalk in a concrete bubble
A lucky few still skip out the front door
Blades between toes
But tax coffers echo
As mayors longingly stare at them
Through their Hubble
"So long!", Progress laughs
Corn...
#sadness
#city
#nature
#disappointment
#desert
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Kinkpoet
Poem Published
28th Jun 2021 11:14pm
28th Jun 2021 11:14pm
Drought
each
breath
desiccating
dry
hot
dusty
whirlwinds
lift debris
swirling
upward to
where?
heaven? oz? kansas?
existential
thirst
yearning for
torrents
and
petrichor
white
puffs
form
on horizon
virgae
tease
moisture disappeared
before
reaching earth
leaving only
wind heat
lust and
mother
nature
laughing
© 2021 Raibeart Bruis
breath
desiccating
dry
hot
dusty
whirlwinds
lift debris
swirling
upward to
where?
heaven? oz? kansas?
existential
thirst
yearning for
torrents
and
petrichor
white
puffs
form
on horizon
virgae
tease
moisture disappeared
before
reaching earth
leaving only
wind heat
lust and
mother
nature
laughing
© 2021 Raibeart Bruis
#rain
#passion
#desert
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vuxus_tuxsusa
Poem Published
25th May 2021 11:42am
25th May 2021 11:42am
Vestigial
I found your bones under the desert’s sands;
Rocked your frigid crib to stir a green soul.
Mouthy vacuous heads led to cracked hands,
Cackled and crowed over the flesh they stole.
The nomad with shale-grit eyes drifts the wind
Here to there, beyond the noise and inside;
Savage memento to the spines they’ve skinned,
A grave with dear trinkets to lie beside.
Skin pushes over limbs to drown you out,
Follicles and remnants of pride tumble;
Reversed a flower from the tomb anew.
They scratch for water after bringing drought,
Crawl,...
Rocked your frigid crib to stir a green soul.
Mouthy vacuous heads led to cracked hands,
Cackled and crowed over the flesh they stole.
The nomad with shale-grit eyes drifts the wind
Here to there, beyond the noise and inside;
Savage memento to the spines they’ve skinned,
A grave with dear trinkets to lie beside.
Skin pushes over limbs to drown you out,
Follicles and remnants of pride tumble;
Reversed a flower from the tomb anew.
They scratch for water after bringing drought,
Crawl,...
#silence
#SelfReflection
#philosophical #desert
#philosophical #desert
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
9th May 2021 5:49am
9th May 2021 5:49am
Joshua Tree Lovers
Joshua Tree Lovers
These lovers return
to haunt each other through millennia
of rebirths with love as perennial
as the life of the Joshua Tree
known to live a thousand years.
But have been around 2.5 million years.
With the honeymoon period
Of warm most climates
Eons past
But an example to lovers everywhere
Of the hardscrabble life
That can be won
These lovers return
to haunt each other through millennia
of rebirths with love as perennial
as the life of the Joshua Tree
known to live a thousand years.
But have been around 2.5 million years.
With the honeymoon period
Of warm most climates
Eons past
But an example to lovers everywhere
Of the hardscrabble life
That can be won
#LifeStruggles
#rebirth
#lover
#metaphor
#desert
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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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SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2021 6:42pm
23rd Feb 2021 6:42pm
I BASK WITH YOU
in arid zone
the family home
where you still
and distill
tales rattle and shake
minds swim and then bake
the family home
where you still
and distill
tales rattle and shake
minds swim and then bake
#desert
#rhyming
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
31st Jan 2021 9:06pm
31st Jan 2021 9:06pm
Francophiles in Sedona - Dream
Francophiles in Sedona - Dream
Bullet train to a western food court
Where low lying canyon houses restaurants
My Rowena and I sample the cuisine
Like Parisian culinary dream artists
Who walk the boulevard of sunken souls
To find Europe in Arizona
Where elms line the avenue
Bathed in light from gas lanterns
That shine upon boughs
With warm tones
And velvet textures
While we dine in cafes like Madrid
On a twilight gold found on plates
Served by turmeric waitresses
Balanced by saffron smiles
Bullet train to a western food court
Where low lying canyon houses restaurants
My Rowena and I sample the cuisine
Like Parisian culinary dream artists
Who walk the boulevard of sunken souls
To find Europe in Arizona
Where elms line the avenue
Bathed in light from gas lanterns
That shine upon boughs
With warm tones
And velvet textures
While we dine in cafes like Madrid
On a twilight gold found on plates
Served by turmeric waitresses
Balanced by saffron smiles
#love
#marriage
#dreams
#desert
#surreal
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4 Comments
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