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.
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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Desert Diva
I am soooo frustrated!
what does a cactus have to do to find love around here?
i paint my nails red
get cute little flippy bangs
and i'm still told i'm too prickly
or some shit about being too tall
or not tall enough
i guess it is my fate to stand here
deserted in the desert
silently
suffereing
saguaro
sadness
what does a cactus have to do to find love around here?
i paint my nails red
get cute little flippy bangs
and i'm still told i'm too prickly
or some shit about being too tall
or not tall enough
i guess it is my fate to stand here
deserted in the desert
silently
suffereing
saguaro
sadness
#desert
#LookingForLove
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Chronology of Timeless Bliss
Chronology of Timeless Bliss
These are stories of devotion, like the tale of a wife who risked the lash by dancing naked in the bazaar as rain poured from the parched sky when a boom of thunder resonated and dark clouds congregated overhead. Arcs of lightning cascaded downward as pearls of liquid floated down from the vault of the sky splashing lyrically.
She dreamed in mythical visions of pools of water filling the gaping rock holes. Floods of delightful cool liquid spread over sun-drenched yellow. Luscious streams of aqua stretched out reaching across in muddy...
These are stories of devotion, like the tale of a wife who risked the lash by dancing naked in the bazaar as rain poured from the parched sky when a boom of thunder resonated and dark clouds congregated overhead. Arcs of lightning cascaded downward as pearls of liquid floated down from the vault of the sky splashing lyrically.
She dreamed in mythical visions of pools of water filling the gaping rock holes. Floods of delightful cool liquid spread over sun-drenched yellow. Luscious streams of aqua stretched out reaching across in muddy...
#women
#rain
#water
#mythology
#desert
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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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Sand Storm
It is not until the winds cease
that time does now crease
fold itself over again
await once again the pen
Watching these distant storms blow
helps me to still know
the tenor of these times
the mechanics of these rhymes
Carried down through each generation
another poetic variation
with an original truth told
to the youth from the old
And so I do sit and listen
watch the sunlight glisten
across the groomed dune
deciphering each discovered rune
Mysteries are then found ...
that time does now crease
fold itself over again
await once again the pen
Watching these distant storms blow
helps me to still know
the tenor of these times
the mechanics of these rhymes
Carried down through each generation
another poetic variation
with an original truth told
to the youth from the old
And so I do sit and listen
watch the sunlight glisten
across the groomed dune
deciphering each discovered rune
Mysteries are then found ...
#storm
#confessional
#desert
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Caravan
Long rippled dunes flow
Carry secrets that only they know
Along the winds of change
As if always meant to rearrange
While palm fronds in the breeze
Still continue to tease
With poems yet to be penned
By the inspiration only they send
For caravans of scents and spices
Prompt all of these sacrifices
These things now denied
With every truth now left lied
As I cross all my burning sands
Disguised as one who understands
The true meaning of my words
Home among the...
Carry secrets that only they know
Along the winds of change
As if always meant to rearrange
While palm fronds in the breeze
Still continue to tease
With poems yet to be penned
By the inspiration only they send
For caravans of scents and spices
Prompt all of these sacrifices
These things now denied
With every truth now left lied
As I cross all my burning sands
Disguised as one who understands
The true meaning of my words
Home among the...
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#travel
#desert
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Desert Sunset
The desert is rich in memory
full of ceremony
full of deadly ritual
in a life practiced so habitual
With so much routine
in pursuit of all left pristine
as the sand begins to blast
every remnant of the hurtful past
While I honor this sunset
still trying once more to forget
full of ceremony
full of deadly ritual
in a life practiced so habitual
With so much routine
in pursuit of all left pristine
as the sand begins to blast
every remnant of the hurtful past
While I honor this sunset
still trying once more to forget
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#desert
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Desert Night
The cool evening breeze
fans these tall date trees
making their fronds shush
this disquiet desert night
While I make my way along
to this silent wind blown song
tracing ancient trails
recalling distant trials
For caravans within my mind
still go forth seeking to find
long forgotten promises
long remembered days
Climbing shifting dunes
in pursuit of lasting boons
yet every profit and loss
still balances me out
As if in Bedouin...
fans these tall date trees
making their fronds shush
this disquiet desert night
While I make my way along
to this silent wind blown song
tracing ancient trails
recalling distant trials
For caravans within my mind
still go forth seeking to find
long forgotten promises
long remembered days
Climbing shifting dunes
in pursuit of lasting boons
yet every profit and loss
still balances me out
As if in Bedouin...
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#travel
#wisdom
#desert
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Arabian Princess
Arabian Princess
Smoky haze of her gaze
With blue marbles lashed
For a night in the Casbah
When auburn tresses fall
Like storms of coral sand
Blown across an Arabian evening song
Sung by dark light of heaven
When rain mists her strands
Into a red velvet cake
Her blue fire aglow in soft sea orbs
That see deep into the desert night
Where sorrow knows no surrender
Only warm currents of desire
Smoky haze of her gaze
With blue marbles lashed
For a night in the Casbah
When auburn tresses fall
Like storms of coral sand
Blown across an Arabian evening song
Sung by dark light of heaven
When rain mists her strands
Into a red velvet cake
Her blue fire aglow in soft sea orbs
That see deep into the desert night
Where sorrow knows no surrender
Only warm currents of desire
#erotic
#beauty
#sensual
#sexy
#desert
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Pueblo Cat
Cats and Pueblos
Her mesa smile beams beatific
When enchanted adobe melts into clouds
On a juniper afternoon piled for bread
Our tour a fairy tale on the slippery edge
Where magic meets reality in a melting pot
We choose the path less traveled
On an ancient trail instead of a bus
On our descent a friendly cat chaperones us
But her speech is most uncanny
“I am your nagual guide to keep you safe
Because I know these heights are harrowing.
You see I am a person in the form of a cat.
You must be thinking, ‘there must be...
Her mesa smile beams beatific
When enchanted adobe melts into clouds
On a juniper afternoon piled for bread
Our tour a fairy tale on the slippery edge
Where magic meets reality in a melting pot
We choose the path less traveled
On an ancient trail instead of a bus
On our descent a friendly cat chaperones us
But her speech is most uncanny
“I am your nagual guide to keep you safe
Because I know these heights are harrowing.
You see I am a person in the form of a cat.
You must be thinking, ‘there must be...
#city
#cats
#fairies
#magic
#desert
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DU Poetry : Desert Poems