Desert Poems - Poems about Desert

Listen for the rustling sound of the beady-eyed belly crawlers deceitful serpents slithering on the ground, flicking a two-forked tongue and hissing. They should be heeded as a dire warning when tempting us as if to say, "Ssssssss..." they whisper, "Come hither." Through tall meadow grasses and across lawns and garden soils they leave a trail of body wriggles as...

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We travel through the sand dunes, And look for oases, At nights we see the moon, And in the day-time- Look for roses. The weather so hot and cold, With sand below glittering in the sun like Gold, We feel the hot sunshine, And for a drop of cool water-We pine! Our camels look for a shelter, And our skin sweat like being next...

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West heat waves blow with sand, With lack of water verdure can live, Without the sight of man on land Where cloud rain only in fancy leave. The place Thar Desert that I interpret, There noone can sleep in open If anyone then next day get sandy pile greet, Noon heat at much ,dazzle eyes cruel sun. On name of vendure only thron...

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If desert-lands of remorse can be crossed ahead, enough, Cage deemed as open sky, if my wings can be spread, enough. Yon, when the winking sky is found willing to welcome me, If just half-closed window can be all-ajar made, enough. To set foot-tracks on hills,...

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Building a Bridge ...

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With eyes that pierce every soul/ Gleaming secrets untold/ Dragons may reign the endless skies/ But on land, scorpions arise/ Symbols deep, ancient and bold/ In desert lands, where stories unfold/ Fearless and mighty/ They stand in might/ Through moonlit nights, through the darkness plight/ Their bravery, strength, and will to strive/ In scorching sands, they come alive/ Unmatched, unyielding, they survive/ A testament to the force...

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pluck me like a ripened fruit from the garden that the sun shone on early in the morning and you would sigh in relief at the harvest because i was good to you see me as fondly as the first buds of spring unleashing their insides to the world how your tongue savors its fruit like a parched desert flower...

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A pretty little rose born in desert land Growing in torched hot sand Where loneliness all around And no company can be found Lashed by sunlight Dry out in hot thirsty night Though don't know why to live Fragrance it can give And it will do Thought I can't smell you Wednesday 2004 ...

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A man wakes beneath an unbroken sky, the sand whispering riddles to his skin. He does not know how he arrived, only that he must explain himself to a judge who never appears. The wind carves hieroglyphs in the dunes, letters shifting before they can be read. He follows them, searching for meaning, but the further he walks, the more the horizon recedes. At night,...

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sand roses blooming amid dewy amber dunes~ Sahara surprise...

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drops full of anger, guilt and betrayal pouring down from my eyes like rain in a sleepless night soaked in blood and it's stains on my gray shirt two daggers stabbed at the same spot their existence in my words and work but for them i'm just a mirage, a pseudo reflection of life in a dead desert a hand...

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I have this small birdbath in my backyard apparently the talk of the whole Bird-town -- not much larger than a good-size hubcap, one would think it was Lake Erie size takes on different perspective in the desert; like a prairie dog is fat pheasant to a snake -- a jackrabbit seldom fast enough for a hungered, blood-thirsty coyote once targeted -- even a...

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I lost myself in reaching for the sky, I buried my dreams in shadows nearby, I rejected myself at a remarkable dawn, I found myself when you were finally abandoned. Maybe I craved the way you used to utter my name, Maybe it was nothing but a spiteful game, Maybe you knew exactly when to pause, Maybe it was all just a...

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Skald Tour the Araby Lawrence, betrayed Other worlds, Orange lands Countries low, or MAGA land Allenby, Hussein Balfour, MacMahon Bibi, Sisi Khamenei, those men Circassian mountaineers Walk on sand Jesus, no water Wine, from holy land Sweetest, Idunn’e apples Life, what I seek? Here, a foreign man...

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Intense thirst in the sweltering desert, yet, the emerald succulents still thrive; for surviving, often takes extra effort. Intense thirst in the sweltering desert; Then cool moon arrives, as if pressured. A beautiful, flowering cacti night, alive! Intense thirst in the sweltering desert, yet, the emerald succulents still thrive. ...

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