Best Aridity Poems
I
Hamid spoke of a mountain
See the forest
of Poetry
II
poets plow semi-aridity
with integrity
among words
III
sometimes silent, oft not
mountains imitate Existence
Zen obedience
Categories:
aridity, god, history, imagination, inspiration,
Form:
Senryu
Dried by the arid soil,
Brown brush painted
Upon emerald,
Levanter of anguish
Wafts turmoil,
Breachings now herald…
Exposed foot of crimson,
Bled into crying incisions
Upon this aridity,
Fury of the earth
Kindles destruction, arsons,
The world drowns in debility…
Crimson foot,
You shalt stride a day,
Upon emerald meadows
Your pure blood shalt rear,
Your fragrance shalt endow,
Where fidelity shalt kneel down and pray…
For my country, Palestine
Categories:
aridity, angst, hope, peace, war
Form:
Rhyme
It’s so simple,
like the hue of oranges,
like citrus in the back of your throat.
It burns.
I want to drag his skin through my
teeth,
taste the salt trailing
from the corners of his eyes,
lick the genius from the
slightly-parted, mellifluous quality
between his lips.
I want to drain the green from his
pupils
and the silken-purity silver from the
stars, and
smear it over my face till I
run red with the rawness in it –
until I am saturated with what I most
love.
I crave his mind,
the stormglory-scent of his soul,
the incineration he injects with his
breath,
the fire-pulse just beneath the
surface.
I stand beneath the aridity of some
god-forsaken slice of sky,
and I scream for rain because I
thirst
and I gnaw my own bones as they
ache -
I consume myself with hunger –
and I rip my hair from the root,
matted with longing,
but release no internal pressure.
I become a black hole,
a vortex of clenched fists,
cracking flesh,
his name unfurling like the sun
against the curled-paper
walls of my lungs –
his taste beating
like the oxygen in my blood.
Categories:
aridity, love
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I have heard people declaim
That Africa is the dark continent
Plagued by war, sickness and famine
The aridity of such a claim
Has left my people to pine.
Yes, I grant through the years,
Africa has suffered from war, famine, and sickness.
Yet, dear reader, is it Africa alone?
From East to West,
Death has reared himself a throne.
I beseech thee, O reader, let thy ear be attentive
To the confessions of Robin.
For these declamations
Have led many into error.
It is not my intention
To absolve Africa of her share of the blame
Yet my beloved continent,
Is both home to the good and the bad
The best and the worst
Why then dwell only, on all that is base.
Lineal son of Africa that I am
My heart bleeds -
Seeing that the soothsayers and naysayers
Are moving among our villages and cities
Congesting our airwaves
Shamefully declaring
That the Ides of March have come
Unlike Caesar, I dare - reply that they haven’t come and will never come!
For mine experiences have taught me a lot of things
And I dare you to discard that label hoary
Coined many and many years ago by many a missionary.
Allow me then to tell you Africa’s story
For that is my sole ambition.
Of her past glory
I will say no more
For the pyramids of Egypt will testify for eternity
The Great Zimbabwe Ruins
Stand tall and erect in the Savannah plains
A monument to the greatness of their builders
Don’t you dare believe that fable
Told to many a school boy in colonial Africa days gone by
That mine ancestors could not create such a piece of art
Just go to my village this day
And you will see many stonehouses standing
A testimony to our heritage.
Her natural beauty is second to none
Heaven, excluded - for I am talking to men not angels.
Since I am weary
Let me tarry. God willing will continue tomorrow!
Categories:
aridity, epicme, people, africa, me,
Form:
The necktie wearers, and flag pin bearers
Combing arcane smiles
With not one word out of place
Colluded to recreate
Pearl harbor's reincarnate
History's wounds slashed by new swords
A mirror of quondam contempt
Semblance of peace sat behind a podium
Truths interstice fogged
Aridity of public sentiment
Proved a deserted nature of love
Thirsty for blood of whom we know not
Patriotism painted from a teleprompter
As cobblers cleaned and mended
The boots which young feet filled
Whilst scoundrels signed a death waiver
For workers to pluck cold limbs
And prepare the fields
Where black gold geysers
Diluted the red stained, hallowed ground
Commissioned were penny whistles
And morts moaning on cue
For quarry men slouched
In the dirt, for eternal rest
Before rhetoric trumped up heroism
The azure above was clear and crisp
Til mercurial darkness was summoned
On desolations blooming row
As pinwheels kept on spinning
At the home of those who plot
Another stratagem, another canvas
To splatter blood upon
Categories:
aridity, veterans day, violence, war,
Form:
Blank verse
Rhyme Royal is half as long as sonnet
Maybe more intriguing for brevity
What can be written from under bonnet
With only seventy syllables, test one's ability
Writing rhyme royal during aridity
The C rhymes could be a short summary
New idea to share that's arbitrary
Categories:
aridity, funny,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
Wanton words or bits of paper
Flotsam and jetsam or progenitors
Damp squibs or ticking time bombs
Collect..and recollect
Their golden worth, silverfish and all
Revived or transmigrated
To touch earth’s core and zodiac zones
To recreate vibes syncing with a smart sun
On pretty turf bearing its sweet burden
Of coy blooms or breeze bushed
On mornings lying about in yards like spilt milk
Words that wouldn’t miss the woods for the tree
Moving along paths, straight or wavy
Slicing through sheer life
Leaving left and right little islands
Of sunshine or sombre nights,
Bristling,though, with rain on fresh page
The epic stage for an unfinished call
Once left reticulated with a dumb aridity.
For Carol Brown's 'Pieces of paper..A poet's heart'
By: S.Jagathsimhan nair, 14 sept 11
No.1 in the above contest
Categories:
aridity,
Form:
Free verse
He meanders down the deserted streets
of the uncouth ruins of shattered language
looking for creative act,
nubile poetry,
celestial songs,
devoid of cultural pluralisation,
tarnished sensibilities,
receding waves of celebration....
looking for-
the harbinger of wonderful monument.
A warm tempest rises
and vanishes
covering the street with blazing sand
offering a torn envelope
addressed to him
mothering a blank letter,
moistened with salty waters
and,
he stands perplexed
at the moisture in desolate aridity,
at the miraculous ways of power.
He wades through the ablaze sallow sand.
Distant voices press upon his ears
ringing in his mind
enforcing him to go on
to discover the....
The scattered letters glistened
in the gloaming,
inviting him to fetch them up.
He runs and takes
V
O
E
L
in his hands
and he wonders at every probability of permutations.
Through the opaque airs
he descries an old fort
(perhaps)
with a magnificent glorified entrance.
The door,
locked up from outside
and a bunch of keys lying buried in the sand.
He gazes at them continually
and looks at me questioningly
but,
I had only injured answers to offer.
Categories:
aridity, allegory, introspection, life, loss,
Form:
Blank verse
I scan the horizon as I trounce the arid desert.
Brill trees and a trickling burn shape my stream.
To me, it's as if I'm showing God's entail I querist.
As away as I am aware, it is a magnificent dream.
Perhaps, Lord, late openings are to be unlock.
As well, I will fulfill all your vows around time.
The clay under my feet is starting to awake.
It's all aside You that you've grown grass sublime.
As I stray calmly amid the skylights.
I'll induce firm my deft hand grips Yours tightly.
My faith in You is vital, and I wish to highlights.
And long for the holy avowal of Your majesty.
I owe You, God, your unfathomable grace.
Much obliged for plunging me in your rife.
I may never be skilled to repay Your fairness.
But I'll behold to You till the ending of my life.
As I range You, God, with love, you bestow.
It has given me loftier reliance and ability.
My solitude and aridity will soon vary low.
And the lands and people's illness severity.
I beg You, Heavenly God, to relieve the way.
To strengthen the modest jewels of my soul
Much obliged, Lord, for setting my break day.
A blighted block of my moral being goal.
1ST PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: April 24, 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 30 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
aridity, analogy, appreciation, beautiful, devotion,
Form:
Rhyme
Touch me now
touch me here
where things dream
while the sun spoons the moon
Kiss me now
kiss me here
where water meets aridity
whenever soil quivers stone
Love me now
love me here
where two swirl into the wind
wondering into stars and...
Become.
Us.
Categories:
aridity, love, lust,
Form:
Free verse
What on her disgruntle to sidetrack my dear love-
When by all means all hers are the mainspring of my joy?
Her face; yea, hers, is the mellow effulgence of moon
That sweeps away malaise out of my face
Her smiles are the wellspring of my joy
That deluge me with utter merriment
Her voice is the musical warble of my day
That hum me melodies of comfort and solace
Now all her cascading tears; give them to me
They are the quencher I slurp for my emotional aridity
O ours is the entiwed souls tried-and-true
For all she gives I atone equally
Good and bad we stick like a cockle burr in a sheep's coat
In her galling dejection--when she is as weak as a clay pigeon,
My arms I stretch for her bulwark
And I relieve seeing her guffaw like a first swimmer duckling
Who lay her hassock when she topples?
Or where else on earth is the assuagement to her throes?
Categories:
aridity, girlfriend, love, true love,
Form:
Free verse
please allow ample delivery time
per arability of friendship
and hoop fully this acquiescence
can render an accord shared
via exchanging calumet peace pipe
initially invoked qua
piercing, gouging, digging...from hooked aquilinity
upon awareness miss applying the squaw aridity
mine swallowing capacity as pins pricking
a voodoo likeness doll (of me),
though this claim could steeped
in utter contrived artificiality
fusing flagrant faulty aromaticity
asininity admitting absent attentiveness
as ska walking a fine line
betwixt asexuality behooves
rectification allowing solution Wiccan agree
upon linking assimilability, assignability, assiduity
implicating with asperity whore err roan
nee huss rubble word choice prompting asperity
inducing me to cast the first stone
of apology, and self awareness
totally tubularly offer thyself as human sacrifice
redeeming conceding unalterable venal tone
role of squawking chief fowl ling at the end zone
regarding, where associatively properly went
assumability, anonymity of the internet vent
ting modality adopting immunity,
viz virtual community tent
revival meeting adumbrating atypicality, attainability
avoidance of audiological atrocity, sans atonality sent
to ear rate, the autoimmunity authority,
authenticity, austerity, audacity, co rent
ting availability, automaticity, accessibility
asper automobility to scale tenement, pent
house, or pre faux ying bing avascularity,
avidity, avuncularity avers automatically tall lent
aim to amble along xy feigning tubby
with minimal audibility clark kent
information superhighway
axiality grid via galavanting gent
can be activated swimmingly
with less overt axe said dent.
Categories:
aridity, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
How bright and jovial is the summer sun
Promising life and fertility
How different the October one
Dealing death and aridity
No longer do we espy a golden glow
Now there is but a dark blood red orb hanging low
Cyclopean with its brooding ,glowering glare
Sinister in its Saturnine stare
It is but the harbinger of a deathly gloom
There to lead Persephone down to her Plutonian tomb
There she will,with Demeter's reluctant assent,stay
Until the shoots of spring come out to play.
Categories:
aridity, autumn,
Form:
Rhyme
Aware of my attention to her as well as my proximate presence, she went on in a steadily refined rhythm, neither upset nor uplifted, holding my slick sight at reducible ductility and scotching its sneak stretch. Synergic is the comfort of her tangible prandial posture, neither demure nor obtrusive, salvaging my inspirational flotsam and jetsam and restarting its transmigration from annihilation to arousal. She also seemed occasionally absorbed in her own line of thought, though not so deep as mine; Her immaculate teeth loomed out of her dapper mouth from time to time in accordance with their nibbling cadences, as if double arrays of pearls peeked from inside a neatly halved cherry breathing brisk budding breeze. Constantly perceptible was her calm attitude toward me, neither aloof nor outgoing, holding my flaming heart at controllable temperature and tempering its premature incalescence. Synergic is the tenderness of her intangible inner temperament, neither obvious nor occult, enriching my shriveled Hippocrene hue and enlightening its transfiguration from wanness to chatoyance.
As the size of the servings on her platter dwindled, depleted, she deliberately finished her meal and left after spending a little while wiping and cleaning. Engrossed in her every move and my corresponding relished resonance, I'd been completely negligent of what food she had ordered, both the main dish and all the trimmings. On her table remained two slightly crumpled sheets of napkins without visible swiping trace, together with the spick-and-span tableware on the platter shining untouched grace. When across opacity shone a beam of brightness, when through aridity flowed a stream of ripeness, it was enough for me to parlay such flavor instead of merely applying myself to an insipid chat-up effort.
It works more wonders
to cock your passion by pen
than to cock a hen!
Categories:
aridity, inspirational, writing,
Form:
Haibun
Timidity
Tepidity
Solidity
Rigidity
Viscidity
Turbidity
Fluidity
Lucidity
Gravidity
Flaccidity
Limpidity
Pellucidity
Placidity
Equanimity
Aridity
No humidity
Categories:
aridity, fun, meaningful, word play,
Form:
Monorhyme