Poems About Deserts Published by Members Recently Online
#desert
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
282 reads
2 Comments
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
282 reads
2 Comments
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
282 reads
2 Comments
scatteredsilence
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 12:26pm
10th Oct 2024 12:26pm
Sabotage is…
Beneath desert skylines
Alone in our private minds
We seek sanctuary
Refuge from brutality
Following contours…
There’s a crack in reasoning
We know then
It’s all sabotage
Futile in our resistance…
Still we stumble on
Crumbling facades
Mimic the backdrop
Evidence of the failing sun
Disappearing behind monstrous dunes
We are done, just as the day is…
Windswept like my love for you
Too tired to bare this weathering
My soul is carved endlessly by each grain
...
Alone in our private minds
We seek sanctuary
Refuge from brutality
Following contours…
There’s a crack in reasoning
We know then
It’s all sabotage
Futile in our resistance…
Still we stumble on
Crumbling facades
Mimic the backdrop
Evidence of the failing sun
Disappearing behind monstrous dunes
We are done, just as the day is…
Windswept like my love for you
Too tired to bare this weathering
My soul is carved endlessly by each grain
...
#desert
#philosophical
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2 Comments
scatteredsilence
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 12:26pm
10th Oct 2024 12:26pm
Sabotage is…
Beneath desert skylines
Alone in our private minds
We seek sanctuary
Refuge from brutality
Following contours…
There’s a crack in reasoning
We know then
It’s all sabotage
Futile in our resistance…
Still we stumble on
Crumbling facades
Mimic the backdrop
Evidence of the failing sun
Disappearing behind monstrous dunes
We are done, just as the day is…
Windswept like my love for you
Too tired to bare this weathering
My soul is carved endlessly by each grain
...
Alone in our private minds
We seek sanctuary
Refuge from brutality
Following contours…
There’s a crack in reasoning
We know then
It’s all sabotage
Futile in our resistance…
Still we stumble on
Crumbling facades
Mimic the backdrop
Evidence of the failing sun
Disappearing behind monstrous dunes
We are done, just as the day is…
Windswept like my love for you
Too tired to bare this weathering
My soul is carved endlessly by each grain
...
#desert
#philosophical
54 reads
2 Comments
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
348 reads
2 Comments
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
348 reads
2 Comments
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
348 reads
2 Comments
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
348 reads
2 Comments
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
348 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2024 00:24am
22nd Sep 2024 00:24am
Cimmerian Sands of Deserts Black
I wander through the endless black
The desert vast, no turning back
No stars, no moon, no sound, no sign
Just sand and shadows intertwined
The wind is still, the air is thick
Each step I take feels slow, and sick
The dunes stretch out, no end in sight
As if the world itself takes flight
And yet, in every whispered gust
I feel a presence—faint, but just
A subtle shift, a breath too near
A silence sharp, edged with fear
Is something there beyond the dunes?
Watching in the blackened gloom?
Or is it just the...
The desert vast, no turning back
No stars, no moon, no sound, no sign
Just sand and shadows intertwined
The wind is still, the air is thick
Each step I take feels slow, and sick
The dunes stretch out, no end in sight
As if the world itself takes flight
And yet, in every whispered gust
I feel a presence—faint, but just
A subtle shift, a breath too near
A silence sharp, edged with fear
Is something there beyond the dunes?
Watching in the blackened gloom?
Or is it just the...
#anxiety
#dark
#desert
#fear
#night
81 reads
3 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2024 00:24am
22nd Sep 2024 00:24am
Cimmerian Sands of Deserts Black
I wander through the endless black
The desert vast, no turning back
No stars, no moon, no sound, no sign
Just sand and shadows intertwined
The wind is still, the air is thick
Each step I take feels slow, and sick
The dunes stretch out, no end in sight
As if the world itself takes flight
And yet, in every whispered gust
I feel a presence—faint, but just
A subtle shift, a breath too near
A silence sharp, edged with fear
Is something there beyond the dunes?
Watching in the blackened gloom?
Or is it just the...
The desert vast, no turning back
No stars, no moon, no sound, no sign
Just sand and shadows intertwined
The wind is still, the air is thick
Each step I take feels slow, and sick
The dunes stretch out, no end in sight
As if the world itself takes flight
And yet, in every whispered gust
I feel a presence—faint, but just
A subtle shift, a breath too near
A silence sharp, edged with fear
Is something there beyond the dunes?
Watching in the blackened gloom?
Or is it just the...
#anxiety
#dark
#desert
#fear
#night
81 reads
3 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Deserts Published by Members Recently Online
