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.
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2021 7:10pm
22nd Jan 2021 7:10pm
UNIDENTIFIED ASSAILANT
Have you been to the great plains
To see the cracked earth
That somehow still
Pops out little flowers?
Those black cloud
Blink-and-you-miss-it
Summer storms are like
A hit and run.
To see the cracked earth
That somehow still
Pops out little flowers?
Those black cloud
Blink-and-you-miss-it
Summer storms are like
A hit and run.
#flowers
#rain
#storm #desert
#storm #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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arortiz73
MTP
MTP
Poem Published
8th Dec 2020 2:01pm
8th Dec 2020 2:01pm
The Season's Stream of Nutmeg
She's the season stream of nutmeg
scent to slake miasmafalls
that toxic-lake a dried monsoon
below the tethered jelly walls.
Listlessly, I fall like offal,
further laundering the visions
of the Comfort Inns that pall me
heated porphyritic fissions.
In this suite my flesh is turning
bated burn-of-soul for you
that I may fast-unforge my fingers
and escape the nothing through...
But the molten cast's enfolding,
burbling my shapeless goo
into a hemostatic plasma
which my asthma can't subdue.
...
scent to slake miasmafalls
that toxic-lake a dried monsoon
below the tethered jelly walls.
Listlessly, I fall like offal,
further laundering the visions
of the Comfort Inns that pall me
heated porphyritic fissions.
In this suite my flesh is turning
bated burn-of-soul for you
that I may fast-unforge my fingers
and escape the nothing through...
But the molten cast's enfolding,
burbling my shapeless goo
into a hemostatic plasma
which my asthma can't subdue.
...
#dark
#sex
#death
#hell
#desert
464 reads
3 Comments
Vferry
vpf
vpf
Poem Published
27th Oct 2020 3:43am
27th Oct 2020 3:43am
Bill Moore
Fingertips drawn to dust
Hands stained by the blood of rocks
With his gentle brush
And strokes that changed
To the sun’s mood
Just colorless orphans
Of forgotten earth
Until he came
With all the colors of grace
Alive in the death of the desert
With a soul ordained
For the artist
For the painter
For the priest
Hands stained by the blood of rocks
With his gentle brush
And strokes that changed
To the sun’s mood
Just colorless orphans
Of forgotten earth
Until he came
With all the colors of grace
Alive in the death of the desert
With a soul ordained
For the artist
For the painter
For the priest
#death
#art
#desert
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Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
15th Sep 2020 1:35am
15th Sep 2020 1:35am
Haiku #37. ...temporality
noontime summer sun
desert thorn tree stillness reigns
in the heat...time sleeps
desert thorn tree stillness reigns
in the heat...time sleeps
#trees
#sun
#summer
#haiku
#desert
413 reads
4 Comments
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
401 reads
4 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
14th Jul 2020 4:15pm
14th Jul 2020 4:15pm
Desert Morn
twilight behind hills
sunrise and cool desert air
earth awakening
sunrise and cool desert air
earth awakening
#morning
#haiku
#desert
398 reads
8 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2020 7:10pm
2nd Jul 2020 7:10pm
Dusk in the Desert
I swear, this summer’s sun
still scorches close to night
as I must have been the wettest there
returning home from my desert hike!
Got to take photos of desert fare;
saw a monster, orange and black
looked no worse for wear
nor thirsty for a damp redact!
Getting difficult now for me to see
few streetlamps light my way
relying on starlight skies for me
‘fore denizens emerge to play.
still scorches close to night
as I must have been the wettest there
returning home from my desert hike!
Got to take photos of desert fare;
saw a monster, orange and black
looked no worse for wear
nor thirsty for a damp redact!
Getting difficult now for me to see
few streetlamps light my way
relying on starlight skies for me
‘fore denizens emerge to play.
#myself
#desert
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #EdnaStVincentMillay
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #EdnaStVincentMillay
847 reads
30 Comments
Wanderer_Mahmud
Poem Published
3rd May 2020 10:29am
3rd May 2020 10:29am
Life is a Journey of Death
I walk alone through this lonely planet,
My days buried in cold dust.
Looking through my dead eyes,
Toward an empty horizon,
To find a place I would belong at last.
I wove the eternity of time into my depth,
Heard the culling of human,
And the earth they left.
I hope of a new dawn as seasons turn blue,
Plague colors my faith inside, that I hold true.
Sun descends on a gray world that made us be,
Lets a ripple reach the stars, the silent water is me.
A freezing rain falls from the sky,
As I smell the sea I always held...
My days buried in cold dust.
Looking through my dead eyes,
Toward an empty horizon,
To find a place I would belong at last.
I wove the eternity of time into my depth,
Heard the culling of human,
And the earth they left.
I hope of a new dawn as seasons turn blue,
Plague colors my faith inside, that I hold true.
Sun descends on a gray world that made us be,
Lets a ripple reach the stars, the silent water is me.
A freezing rain falls from the sky,
As I smell the sea I always held...
#loneliness
#TruthOfLife
#desert
392 reads
3 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2020 5:58am
23rd Apr 2020 5:58am
Out Here, There are No Stars
Out here, there are no stars,
No tracks, no wayward lean.
Out here, unclear, untraced,
Out here, is just our words.
We brace the night like savages,
Like weavers of the untold psalms,
Just firelight myths and stolid drums.
We dance emblazed in cloudless skies.
Out here, no home remains,
Just ruins, reckless bones
Out here, we have no sun.
Out here, the broken songs
The bear once held the canyon trees,
The snake, in curls, the river’s end.
We have no hold of...
No tracks, no wayward lean.
Out here, unclear, untraced,
Out here, is just our words.
We brace the night like savages,
Like weavers of the untold psalms,
Just firelight myths and stolid drums.
We dance emblazed in cloudless skies.
Out here, no home remains,
Just ruins, reckless bones
Out here, we have no sun.
Out here, the broken songs
The bear once held the canyon trees,
The snake, in curls, the river’s end.
We have no hold of...
#spiritual
#pagan
#desert #NaPoWriMo2020
#desert #NaPoWriMo2020
634 reads
2 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
17th Apr 2020 8:12pm
17th Apr 2020 8:12pm
We Were More Than the Heavens Above
You called me bitch countless times
How could one forget?
Even though I felt our time was well spent
We never bothered investing in what truly mattered
I dragged you in my shitty vehicle
Incapable of traversing desert trails
In an attempt to astound you with stars and planets
Exercising that so called “investment”
We fucked, we kissed, in those shadowed dunes
Sand glazed lips and dusty chests
The moon at our backs
We were missing out
We came for the night sky
To look for shooting stars
And see...
How could one forget?
Even though I felt our time was well spent
We never bothered investing in what truly mattered
I dragged you in my shitty vehicle
Incapable of traversing desert trails
In an attempt to astound you with stars and planets
Exercising that so called “investment”
We fucked, we kissed, in those shadowed dunes
Sand glazed lips and dusty chests
The moon at our backs
We were missing out
We came for the night sky
To look for shooting stars
And see...
#love
#boyfriend
#sex
#universe
#desert
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2 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
8th Apr 2020 4:46pm
8th Apr 2020 4:46pm
She Wolf
I lean to arch & crane my back & neck
To gaze up at the moon’s thick facial scars
From war clubs of the Inca and Aztec
In ceremony’s flight to reach the stars.
A she wolf on a ridge from where I pause
Looks up beseechingly into the night,
Her bristled fur, the digging in of claws
Will marrow forth its bone into moonlight.
The scene reminded me when I was born;
It was the mother Moon that is the same
And here I look upon its she-wolf form
Of which I suckled milk and live its name.
I know...
To gaze up at the moon’s thick facial scars
From war clubs of the Inca and Aztec
In ceremony’s flight to reach the stars.
A she wolf on a ridge from where I pause
Looks up beseechingly into the night,
Her bristled fur, the digging in of claws
Will marrow forth its bone into moonlight.
The scene reminded me when I was born;
It was the mother Moon that is the same
And here I look upon its she-wolf form
Of which I suckled milk and live its name.
I know...
#moon
#nature
#spiritual
#desert
#NaPoWriMo2020
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12 Comments
DU Poetry : Desert Poems
