Best Barren Poems
What has become of me?
Like a madman laughing in the rain,
wandering through fields of barley,
where ghosts whisper my name.
Hesitantly venturing forward,
reluctant to turn back,
loved ones desperately hold my hand.
Time is no longer a friend of mine.
I'm aware this path shall be my last,
but I'm smiling - satisfied,
knowing the pain will end.
Reminiscing seasons gone by,
memories are like rose petals,
softening each step -
my mind is at peace knowing
thorns can't cut me any more.
Images flash by
my first kiss, my last tear,
words spoken, words lost in silence,
and how the wind danced at sunset
illuminating golden crops.
Birds sing songs of goodbye,
tomorrow there will be no sunrise.
My heart will never again
harvest upon nature's rewards.
Scarecrows watch over barren fields,
suffocated by absent hands.
As each breath becomes shorter,
my soul prepares to depart.
But I'm lost in thought, wondering:
Will it be celestial lullabies,
or dancing with the devil?
Simple Musings
Silent One
2 January 2018
There is no rain on the moon,
flowing rivers or blue seas.
A drab and colorless globe,
there isn't as much as a breeze.
There is no air to breathe there,
nor green trees or flakes of snow.
It's a desolate desert;
with zero chance; life will show.
There is no diversity;
just rocks wherever you look.
A dusty, bleak, barren place;
that time long ago forsook.
And yet, it's so beautiful;
hung in an ebony sky.
And as it captures our hearts;
there's no need to question why.
In her dumpster fades away
posy of love-struck feelings.
I plucked from my heart's garden,
now a barren land.
Date : 01/30/2016
bare bones silhouette
braves the storm in solitude -
snow laden branches
Susan Ashley
August 20, 2019
~ Fourth Place ~
Premiere Contest: One Haiku
Sponsor: Rick Parise
~ Second Place ~
Contest: Tree Themed Haiku
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
*Syllables checked on Poetry Soup’s Syllable Counter: 5/7/5*
....where dandelions begin to die within the heat of summer's wrath,
i blow wishes in the warm caress of winds towards the empyrean above;
in barren fields, a lone flower grows
beneath the hue of dawn's early light
yellow petals slowly fade to white
in a zephyr breeze my wish now blows
to see you stand on shadowless hills
pirouette between the clouds of skies
wipe dry tears that fall from shallow eyes
and rid my heart of these deathly chills
free me from these lifeless gasps of breaths
the mask of death is now parading
all my thoughts its slowly invading
eupnea falls silent in mind's bequeths
i long to fold back these hands of time
erase the pain that lingers in tears
escape the seconds of lonely years
and hear your voice rise within wind's mime
....oh to bring back those that have left life through the shackles of death
and see them rise again in the folds of life, fresh like a flower as it blooms
within the rise of new dawns, blushed with color again!
August 22, 2019
Writing Challenge 2, August 2019- Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsor Dear Heart
The rivers run with tears
As oceans bear the rain
Sailors sail through fears
With no promise of terrain
Only to dwell and reach this land
That moans with sorrow and grief
Only to hold on to a lonely hand
The way a tree holds its last leaf
Don’t praise the moments of joy
Because they hardly ever last
Summers are memories to enjoy
When the Autumns come too fast
My heart was like a barren land,
deprived of being loved and loving emotions
that could quench my drought of loneliness.
Thorny bushes of doubt and despair
pricked me day and night,
leaving me helplessly to bleed pain.
It all changed when you came in my life
like heavy monsoon; raining adoration.
Light of your sunny smile, your warm embrace,
showers of your dewy kisses
tended my heart with care and kindness
into a full bloomed garden of love.
At the core of my heart is our secret arbour
where our souls take shelter to enjoy
as each blossom unfolds hidden pleasure
with fragrance of romance and nectar of love
for us to partake as much we could.
It's an ultimate jouissance - quest of every lover.
08/10/2022
Note: LOVE is the primary emotion I chose to write this poem.
For the contest (Strong Emotions Poetry Contest) by Emile Pinet.
Placed *Tenth*
I am the tundra barren cold and numb
A frozen wasteland where no light can reach
Between these poles, my insatiate self-succumbs.
In icy silence where no whimpers humb
My thoughts like glaciers grind, erode, and breach
I am the tundra, barren, cold, and numb.
The Amazon within once vital thrumb
Of life and hope now withers out of reach
Between these poles my insatiate self-succumbs.
Anxiety a howling blizzard's sumb
Entombs me deep a creature bleached of speech.
I am the tundra, barren, cold, and numb.
Depression creeps permafrost of my slumb
While echoes of lost joy my soul beseech
Between these poles, my insatiate self-succumbs.
Yet in this waste, where all seems overcome
A seed of strength cracks ice defies the leech
I am the tundra, barren, cold, and numb.
Between these poles, my insatiate self-succumbs.
Stones stand erect like sentries keeping guard
as I walk alone, with tear in my eye,
through this deserted cemetery yard.
In the back corner stands my father’s grave;
I sadly reminisce the days gone by,
and all the memories my mind does save.
Robbed by old age, my father’s mind was shut;
upper tree branches left to question why.
Strong and sturdy the lower branches, but
barren branches of a willow tree die.
June 11, 2018
Contest: Rhyme Time 4 - 10 Lines
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Where ... oh where
Are you??
Do I sink the darkness to find you ...
Clamber the divide?
If I plummet that black of oblivion
Will you be there ...
Waiting?
Admonishing?
You HAVE to be somewhere
I can't see you, hear you, touch you
Anymore ... any
Weeping countless bouts
Screams in blathering silence
But never an answer
I NEED an answer!
You can not be just this ...
The dust and pieces in my hand
Not you ... larger than life
I scrape sense from the floor of this ... cage
Bound by breaths to life's prison
While you soar unfettered
Where?!?
I want what never wanted me
Still a child ... callow
Craving a touch
A care ...
That will never come.
I stand upon a barren ground
Where many dying or dead soldiers are found.
Silent cries can be heard all around
Of many a soldier that lay on battle ground.
If only theyd known what they knew now
Would they have died for theyre country on a false governments vow.
Falsely led to do battle in war
If only theyd known truly what it was they were fighting for.
Hailed as heroic ib each of their deaths
Too many lives gone in a wars gidden depths.
A world ruled only by greed
Upon their own country men
Their government feed.
So to our young children i say these words before the world they step out.
Please be wary of the world that you are about to step out
For nots all as it seems
Its a world of much sad conviction & doubt.
Listen to the parents who to you fave birth
For this love is true & pure
& the only one of its worth.
Dont be led by viws or promises made
By a governing force that leads to the graves youll be laid.
Think about what it is you want from your life
Remember that war can only bring to the world more & more strife.
By Anna sabrina tate December 09th 2016
I stand upon a barren ground
Where many dying or dead soldiers are found.
Silent cries can be heard all around
Of many a soldier that lay on battle ground.
If only theyd known what they knew now
Would they have died for theyre country on a false governments vow.
Falsely led to do battle in war
If only theyd known truly what it was they were fighting for.
Hailed as heroic ib each of their deaths
Too many lives gone in a wars gidden depths.
A world ruled only by greed
Upon their own country men
Their government feed.
So to our young children i say these words before the world they step out.
Please be wary of the world that you are about to step out
For nots all as it seems
Its a world of much sad conviction & doubt.
Listen to the parents who to you fave birth
For this love is true & pure
& the only one of its worth.
Dont be led by viws or promises made
By a governing force that leads to the graves youll be laid.
Think about what it is you want from your life
Remember that war can only bring to the world more & more strife.
By Anna sabrina tate December 09th 2016
I'm out of my element, a beached whale
that can't breathe, drowning in a world of air.
A tattered palm-frond caught up in love's gale
surfing upon cascading waves of hope,
I defy the odds of chance and elope.
A lonely calf, I swim to what's out there,
but my impulsive plan is doomed to fail.
A tide of lies drains this waterless place
where love flounders in barren solitude.
A mountain of rot reeking in disgrace
discarded by a putrid ocean of fear,
with a broken heart and a sand-filled tear.
Bobbing in lukewarm pools of platitude,
iceberg-dreams dissolve, leaving little trace.
(Rhyme)
Aug. 9, 2018
all
i know is
like it or not
you're going
to love
it
***
Years delivered my mind, from the shadows left behind,
Darkest calamity, sucking me into the tragedy,
Feeling less like the dream I chased, like the darkness of disgrace.
Soundless images roar through my soul, creating fear, so out of control, while my heart beats, rhythmic, like the colors of woe, lifeless stillness, in the empty room where I go…
To remember the joy, the readiness, the yearning
Breath of a prayer, still burning, through my memories, as they seek to see, through me – the honesty, confessing,
To the need, the need – the seed, who was once buried in me, a piece of me, but, only for a time before life decided….
To remind me, most eloquently, where I once yearned for the blessing, - baby, child, newborn life,
Someone who would be mine – to love…
Now, the empty room remembers, as the still, cool September,
Blazes with crisp, vibrant leaves, imagining the beauty who I will never see.
In me, there is a need who’ll never find relief,
A need to reach into that empty room, see the sweetness of a cure,
For the harsh reality, who is the cloud of infertility!