Best Desert Rose Poems
Desert Rose
My Desert Rose in garden grows,
a flower soft and fair.
As sunshine streams its brilliant beams,
this beauty shows her flair.
Her petals bright red fades to white,
the throat a hint of gold.
Leaves shiny green, she’s nature’s preen,
a treasure to behold.
So opulent, this succulent,
and hardy to the heat.
In Texas sun, she’s just the one
to make your yard complete.
Her bright display will light your day,
her beauty always shows.
This blossom fair with so much flair,
my lovely Desert Rose.
June 23, 2019
Ode to a Desert Rose
Hiding in her desert place
There lives a desert rose
Not much water little rain
Yet on and on she goes...
Day to day she shows her face
To those who can not see
All her beauty hides the pain
And tears that set her free...
Still there's One who shed His grace
Upon this desert rose
Always with her shall remain
Because her heart He knows.
by~deborah burch©
posted 3/29/2012
Pale crimson skies
Stretched beyond repair.
Clouds as scarce as life
Above the desert’s lair.
Upon the sarcous traces
Of the dusty morsels,
Rain from a wispy heart
Like drunken yodels.
From the parched sands,
Palatable scents diffuse.
It approaches, it taunts
The flesh cannot refuse.
The dead wind in its lullaby
Whispers vigorously to give in
The parched eagle shrieks
The rose is bloody from sin.
Remember the thorny cacti
Scorched by the wrath
Defence is no defense
Pain lies on that path.
The giver of verve
Gives not but mercy.
Famine fuels the force
The desert is testy.
The tunnels beneath the sand
Lead to worlds unknown
The edifice in the distance
Could it be a tombstone?
Come my beloved my fire my passion - desert rose of truth and life
Ask me where I hide
Where I conceal my thoughts
And my darkest lies…
Ask me where I run to
When the moons are full
And there’s nothing more than the devil's grin…
Ask me what I’ve told you
During the latest hours
Of the darkest morns…
If you would just ask…
I'd just tell you…
My thoughts…they lie beneath the deserts thorn
Under a rose I call my own
Where the crows go to dance
And where warriors throw their mighty lance.
Where the eagles die because of their pride
And where storms turn away, because they need to hide.
Under the thorn of the desert rose…
Where beauty is its game and destiny her thrown
Alone with her silence of gusts and winds
Alone with her silence…of what could begin…
While the moons are full
I crawl in the devil's place...
Where the pools are dark
And reek of death
Where nothing else can give in
Where I’m drenched in anger, hate and fear.
Swayed by the gusts of yesterday’s winds
Where trees are burnt covered in thorns of everyone’s sins.
Roses are bleached and covered with ash
Where no one travels against the sand…
Hear my words once again my friend…
I am nothing but living…
Without fear and with you my dear
See my world, hear and feel it…
It is nothing without you
My world turns to coal
My thoughts start to burn
Roses turn to ash
And all I can hear
Is the devil's laugh
*¿Oyes mis suspiros…?
Son para ti mi amor…*
*Oyes mis suspiros...son para ti mi amor*
*Do you hear my sighs...they are for you my love*
on my life long jurney
i've seen many splendid things
men who could bring down mountains
powder to give me wings
but the rarest thing
i have seen i suppose
is the dark and wounderous flower
my brooding desert rose
in her eyes i see the univers
in her smile, a gling of ire
a calm and placid surface
with a soul of hottest fire
one minute, i can see it
and i reach down my hand
but a thorn, it starts me bleeding
and like a dream its gone again
now i wander the wastelands
where this unique flower grew
i wish i could find her
hoping it might be
YOU!!!
In the warmest of weather and harshest of conditions
lives a special rose
You see... she carries herself with a smile
everywhere she goes
It's peace she seeks to make
between every woman and man
and even for the youngsters
who yet to understand...
that this world that we live in
can be more than endless war
it can be love amonsgst brothers and sisters
where peace is an even score
The message that this desert rose has
is a simple one for you
that if you look into your heart
you can be a special rose too
Rose, Oh, Rose, of the desert. long and dry were the day's that you were gone. The sky ever pressing, dry the taste, air tormenting the soul, during your search. Ah, yet the dream of your return, grasped my longing desires, to see you once again. Past should turn present, with the lights of a summer night, cool the touch, when the heat we cannot bear, healing soul, your presence, one so rare. So Rose of the desert, return to us again, bring the scent filled swelling, burst in colors desire, grasp our long awaiting, Rose, it is you we require. Peaceful wanting, patient waiting, continue we will, for your appearance is worth, the awaited return, of your given gift, wait we will.
gorgeous desert rose
issuing poisonous sap
a sweet succulent
I love you so much
adoring your viciousness
danger to children
like a blowfish
you could harm my pets also
I wave goodbye now
The desert preys upon me
It entangles its arms
Reaches for me,
Plunges its hands into my heart
And pulls me
Into its cold and winding paths
Submerged with the coldness
Of the nothingness that makes it up!
The desert preys upon me
And as I walk upon it
I can feel
The eyes of Death following me
As if
It were my master
And I,
Its slave!
I walked for long,
Nearly reached the end of it
Before the weight of its gloom
Pushed me to my knees
And sobbing
As would a toddler in a tantrum,
I held out my palms
And prayed
For my release,
Through the needy touch
Of Death!
After all,
If walking into the desert's midst
Leads to nowhere
Why am I to keep on my way
More so,
Since it itself preys upon me
Caring not to protect me
And to shower me with its love
As to allow me to bloom into
Its own desert rose!
If I ever had a daughter like me,
I’d call her
my little desert rose
so she knows I’ve lived it too—
a brittle-stemmed rose
blooming through sandstorms.
Were I to have a daughter—
someone soft like me...
I’d tell her I’m sorry.
Not for bringing her into a world
where cruelty exists—
but for letting her live in it
when her petals part
before her thorns remember to rise.
If I ever had a daughter
who feels and pains like me…
I wish I don’t.
It’s a gift to feel everything, they say.
But I’ve loved it enough to know—
the world punishes it.
I selfishly wish
she would never be like me…
I want her to stay
an unguarded, unbroken wild daisy.
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