Best Arid Poems
Strand is all around
In town heat wave all year round
Still life's safe and sound
May 15, 2017
Precioso Tano
Fragments of copper scatter;
smothers an Opal kiss
the surface only matters;
ardour does not exist,
and deserts of weary Chicory
sway with limestone tips,
swelling like the cactus
blistering our lips.
Tranquil 'pon a drizzling sunset
Alone with clouded sorrow
Partly anguish, vividly hollow
Armor piercing from hatred
Blurred mementos in the fast lane
a wildfire spreading fast with haste
Ashes all over, scattered like rain
A tragedy right at your face
My chest is starting to erupt
from all corners, losing focus
Everywhere are echoes, elsewhere's abrupt
Thirst to end this, nothing to lose
Interfering my train of thoughts
Your hair are all over the place
Oh how will I ever forget?
Oh how my ego float in daze?
Stressed out, so tired and broken
as I puffed my last piece of stick
Processing again and again
Running out of words 'til the nick
The environment is harsh
Ground dry with barreness
The rays of the sun fall
Like yesterday, today and tommorow.
Lonely birds sing
In this arid place I now live in.
Scanty clouds show
Grass and shrubs droop in the heat
I scan the skies in hope for waters.
It is my prayer
My wish that waters would fall
To bring back life once again.
Winds howl in the night
Rushing in a journey untold
Chills and cold bite
Avenging attacks of the day.
Such is the habitat
I have been placed to reside.
Once it was all green and alive
This heart of mine
When you and I shared love.
But you left me
Depriving the heart off its needs
Such is the place the heart lives now.
Unbearable heat
hinterland the midday sun,
seems war forced training ...
The desert wind fares wild and true
O'er a petaled face
Then scurries round with much ado
And roils from place to place.
Here where sunshine bakes the sand
And dries the dusty air
Here where legends roam the land ,
Where mortals would not dare.
A flower rises from the ground
And peers out from her bed.
Bashful, silent, not a sound,
She lifts her new born head.
So, gazing round the dips and dunes
She savours, for a while,
The breeze's repertoire of tunes
That call to cause her smile.
Then with the joy of midday bloom
She, open armed, looks up.
High into the clouded plume
She opens like a cup.
Her colours dazzle desert eyes,
Her perfume scents the day.
Yet closes when the sunlight dies
To sleep the night away.
And there you stand by the broken brook
the rivers flow you never took
and on the dry bed there
the hand made boat of hope
without repair
still longing for the rivers heart
to keep its untamed bow afloat
And the mouth you used to say those words
empty now of spit and curse
leaves you parched upon the cracked and arid earth
Turn your life into how much you’ve paid
forget about the things you’ve made
they won’t give you the promise of a single sail
A blow of wind to no avail
a courageous gust to fly out into the world
remembered in kisses left now to the softness of their renunciation
But still you hear some distant oceans call
still you feel the love rise and fall
upon the quivering lips of your own confession
By armory the barque of pride and steel
howls a sorry dog at heel
but still this resentment you choose to feel
hides a burglars transit unrevealed
and by a pious imposition
must return to the uncertain
and find no beach on which to rest this ocean
But still you feel some poignant call
still wish the tide to rush you above it all
and finally reach the embrace of loves natural intuition
But the mouth you used to say those words
choking and spitting upon their verbs
by their own throat lay the cuts which lead to silence
Time to be without the stars
time will always carry the scars
time in its time may dream to be of no-one
And there you stand by the broken brook
the rivers flow you never took
and on the dry bed there
the hand made boat of hope
without repair
still longing for the rivers heart
to keep its untamed bow afloat
And the mouth you used to say those words
empty now of spit and curse
leaves you parched upon the cracked and arid earth
There could be soft spots in this earthly sojourn,
But all agree that there are arid zones
That sear and inflame your bones,
Times you wouldn't want for a second relived;
The diamond rocks in the flesh of butter,
Occasions on which the claws of fate engulfed
And tentacles of hard luck mercilessly ground.
In semi-arid
oxen graze the mirages
of apparent plants
The heat of the wind
in the dry semi-arid
blushing my pale face
Arid Land
Miracle Man
3/3/2025
Sahara Desert
Within this ocean of sand
Oasis’ exist