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...

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Scurrying on my way home, a little leaf catches my eye, and I am compelled yet again to slow down.

a whirlwind of thoughts
compete with swaying of trees~
lone leaf on my shoe

I am not sure exactly when my fascination for falling leaves started, there is just...

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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...

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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...

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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*...

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....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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,
 ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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all

                                      i know is
    ...

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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...

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