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.
goldenmyst
Bumped 8th Jun 2019 4:07am
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
goldenmyst
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2019 5:01am
2nd Jun 2019 5:01am
Fear of Heights
#love
#nature
#sensual #desert
#sensual #desert
561 reads
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
1st Jun 2019 11:02am
1st Jun 2019 11:02am
tango in the sky
the lonely wind searched for a mate
he stirred the grass but she was mated to the earth
caressed the mountaintops she the sky
he blew through the trees rustling the leaves
but the trees were solitary creatures
denizens charged to watch over the land of mortal men
the sky watched the lonesome wind blow through the canyons
pushing the river forward across little pebbles in the river beds
with a heavy sadness, he realized the river was married to the rocks
finally, he blew over the parched desert lands
stirring dust...
he stirred the grass but she was mated to the earth
caressed the mountaintops she the sky
he blew through the trees rustling the leaves
but the trees were solitary creatures
denizens charged to watch over the land of mortal men
the sky watched the lonesome wind blow through the canyons
pushing the river forward across little pebbles in the river beds
with a heavy sadness, he realized the river was married to the rocks
finally, he blew over the parched desert lands
stirring dust...
#love
#beauty
#wind #desert
#wind #desert
645 reads
12 Comments
PhantomPhace
Poem Published
22nd May 2019 11:49pm
22nd May 2019 11:49pm
Love is a Ghost
Love is a ghost, flitting across my view.
It appears in the window, then disappears,
And the room is left empty and dark though you chase
That ghost, ever travelling, in search of a host.
You find the spark in a pair of eyes
For a little while ’til the bright star dies,
For its lifespan is timed. But you go on,
Alone in the desert for a thousand miles.
Then the story ends and your heart forgets.
You’re in a new land and you ask yourself,
“Whyever did I ever fret?”
The chances you find are infinite.
“You” are new, the past forms...
It appears in the window, then disappears,
And the room is left empty and dark though you chase
That ghost, ever travelling, in search of a host.
You find the spark in a pair of eyes
For a little while ’til the bright star dies,
For its lifespan is timed. But you go on,
Alone in the desert for a thousand miles.
Then the story ends and your heart forgets.
You’re in a new land and you ask yourself,
“Whyever did I ever fret?”
The chances you find are infinite.
“You” are new, the past forms...
#love
#stars
#ghosts #desert
#ghosts #desert
552 reads
2 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
16th May 2019 4:03pm
16th May 2019 4:03pm
Deadication
There was a poet walking through the sand,
And he didn’t know it, but there were eyes on his footprints.
As he walked along there appeared a man.
The man he spoke of a world of fortune and asked…
Do you have anything to give?
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
And he didn’t know it, but there were eyes on his footprints.
As he walked along there appeared a man.
The man he spoke of a world of fortune and asked…
Do you have anything to give?
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories #desert
#memories #desert
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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
604 reads
2 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
30th Mar 2019 8:59pm
30th Mar 2019 8:59pm
Haiku #20... Stillness
desert sun
beats down at noon
oppressive stillness reigns...
beats down at noon
oppressive stillness reigns...
#sun
#desert
445 reads
3 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
695 reads
6 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
9th Feb 2019 5:50pm
9th Feb 2019 5:50pm
Out Here on the Perimeter
(a quatern)
In shade of rubber burned from L.A. streets,
The chants arise of seven-mi'le snakes,
Of native graves and blood, Mojave’s heat
At Lizard King’s arrive, as Whiskey shakes.
A Venice road that bleats up Valley skirts,
In shade of rubber burned from L.A. streets,
That women/girls arouse, though eyes avert
To find their maps on thrusts of roadhouse sheets.
In little drinks that taste of winds’ conceits,
In backdoor rhymes that call the wounded heart,
In shade of rubber burned from L.A. streets,
Elab’rate plans that...
In shade of rubber burned from L.A. streets,
The chants arise of seven-mi'le snakes,
Of native graves and blood, Mojave’s heat
At Lizard King’s arrive, as Whiskey shakes.
A Venice road that bleats up Valley skirts,
In shade of rubber burned from L.A. streets,
That women/girls arouse, though eyes avert
To find their maps on thrusts of roadhouse sheets.
In little drinks that taste of winds’ conceits,
In backdoor rhymes that call the wounded heart,
In shade of rubber burned from L.A. streets,
Elab’rate plans that...
#sex
#technology
#desert
574 reads
3 Comments
solanaceae
Poem Published
26th Jan 2019 2:06am
26th Jan 2019 2:06am
Chihuahuan
all there is
is dirt
flowers cannot blossom
on parched, aching ground
they cry for salvation
shriveled petals shrink
and dream of sweet droplets to quench their thirst
alas, under a scorching desert sun
all there is
is dirt
is dirt
flowers cannot blossom
on parched, aching ground
they cry for salvation
shriveled petals shrink
and dream of sweet droplets to quench their thirst
alas, under a scorching desert sun
all there is
is dirt
#summer
#nature
#desert
448 reads
3 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
606 reads
5 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
7th Dec 2018 2:34pm
7th Dec 2018 2:34pm
Haiku #14 ...brevity...
from under tortured mountains
a stream seeping...
to shortly sink beneath the desert sands
a stream seeping...
to shortly sink beneath the desert sands
#river
#nature
#mountains #desert
#mountains #desert
483 reads
4 Comments
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