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.
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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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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6 Comments
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
549 reads
7 Comments
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
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
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