Best Desert Poems

Prick me with your vivid green awareness
Let the white pins that needle me
Diminish into their foggy sham

The bridal wreath that scented our commitment
Now doused in unkept hopes and promises
Moss sprouting venom from hurts battled

Like a fish floating in space with no oxygen 
I swam in...

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A violent scene lay before me
Huddled in death, there’s Ella, Mary-belle, everywhere I could see
Swollen tongues, sunken eyes, frail bodies strewn in the hot powdery dirt,
I sniff the sharp stench of death, I catch my breath, swallow, stomach clenched, alert

Stark rocky outcrops, blister amongst the...

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Aimlessly I meander in expansive barren-landscape
Whipped by the assault of rustling windy gales
Embossing sandy designs resembling ocean waves
Simulating pools of water in mirage of seascapes.

Plateaus upon reddish hills reveal cracked earth
Where decaying mangled-trees in rising heat groan
As cobalt-blue sky yields to darkened dye of dusk
And...

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This misty river, scented sweet
From bare land you enthrall,
To quench the evening's sultry heat
Beside your cooling wall.

Low tide lends magic to this rite
To twirl upon the dew
Then lacquers every sand with white;
And powdered shades of blue.

Tanned cacti swoon to windy breeze
Quite mellow to the ear,
And...

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Out in the desert, late at night
The stars and moon are shining bright
The coyotes sing,
While crickets keep beat 
Cool night's joy, replaces heat
The owl sets out on nightly quest
"Who, whoo's my meal?" 
ever his jest
The man in the moon 
witnessed escapes
Wild dashes 
for thorn bush...

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Sand dunes, nothing but sand dunes,
Some large, some small.
And the sun burning over the terrain.
No oasis, not even a mirage of one.
The last drop would not quench the thirst
He felt it in his soul.  For now 
She was dead and buried
And his soul was...

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Desert Rose

My Desert Rose in garden grows,
a flower soft and fair.
As sunshine streams its brilliant beams,
this beauty shows her flair.

Her petals bright red fades to white,
the throat a hint of gold.
Leaves shiny green, she’s nature’s preen,
a treasure to behold.

So opulent, this succulent,
and hardy to the...

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Streaks of pink 'cross morning skies.
Land shaded lemon; last star dies…
Lightening blue spreads far and wide,
a half red sun. New dawn’s arrived.	

This living desert yawns and wakes.
A foreign sparrow flits and takes
what morsel that darkness denied
to night feeders who now hide.

The sun begins its golden...

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Hot. . . white hot Sahara sand am I.
Turning, ever turning, how I burn
white. . . hot white beneath the desert sky.
In search of sweet relief, for you I yearn,
shifting, ever shifting, I’m a dune.
Each particle of me is filled with heat.
I roll beneath the...

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My aorta beats in golden poppies,
pulsing down slopes to pool
in a bruise of purple sage.
Though my eyes gleam
with lemon marigolds
snow caps of porcelain lupine
melt on my lashes,
undulating in a quiet tempest
of periwinkle asters.
Beneath a bluebell sky
the sun colors my cheeks
with the blush of primroses
as monarchs...

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The full moon was half risen above the Earth
shining her nightlight across cooling desert sands.
She smiled, deep in thought and a sense of mirth,
"This could have been done with my own hands."

The grand landscape resembled a barren shore.
Sepia grains being slathered by rippling waves
without a...

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Stiff, stifling, arid air: snakes, lizards, sand,
and cactus. Scorched red rocks and baking skin.
My canteen empty in a barren land -
my romance landscape till first love walked in.
One summer evening under moon's cool beam,
the desert's xeric heat no longer cursed.
Lazing with friends. A pool... in...

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Lost in the darkness
of my mind.
Not looking forward,
I was stuck behind.
Wanton whispers,
my body creaked.
I could not find
those things I seeked

The horse with blinders 
that I rode,
ate from the seeds
that I had sewed.
It layed bloated
on the ground.
Beneath its hooves
no earth was found.

The sun there shone 
upon...

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Sahara the world's largest - the strictest and warmest desert 
It is an ocean without water - a place of fear blast knuckles on the desert floor 
Eight nomads on camels shrouded in white cloth - only the eyes are visible 
How can they find...

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A lean coyote chases a hare through
heat of desert winds. His swift doe
darts past my boots. They've managed
to escape, this time. He'll lead the chase
away another day.

I pause to watch the side-winder as he
considers a kangaroo rat, before moving
on between two century plants to a
rock...

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