Best Deserts Poems
Vast dust bowls surrounding the land
barren barely supporting any life
Stark and so bleak, just sand
sand as far as you can see
Wicked winds churning up
forever changing canvass
reforming the dune hills
maps little use to you here
Watch the Grecko lizard
as he dashes over the sand
his feet barely touching, as he
scurries then dives down deep
Harsh and Relentless
yet with a stark beauty
that some how pacifies
Life needs these adversities
It is on them that nature thrives
all we can do is onwards strive
stark dangerous and life threatening
yet holding a promise of life restarting
written 08/02/2013
contest PD's submit a poem any theme will do
Categories:
deserts, earth, sun,
Form:
Verse
He Walked Midnight Sands, In Deserts Of Black Light
He walked midnight sands, in deserts of black light
along old ghostly trails with shadows glowing bright
Never wavering or in doubt, heart blackest black
assured by horrific cries, knew he was on track
With blood-red lusting eyes, grievous moans gave that glee
far better their sweet pain, than kindness within he.
On to canyons of agonies, sweet their sad moans
tormented by his friends, so dear were crying groans
His favorite rest stop, large shining pools of red
into it with a huge hop, soaking up the dread
Relieved of his need, he sought swiftest return
mercy's call paid no heed, he cried let them all burn!
Back through black midnight sands, his evil thus sated
Into his lonesome grave, his darkness was fated.
R.J. Lindley,
Halloween, 1978
Dark Sonnet, 12/12..
Note- (1978) Evil thrives in this dark and brutal world. This is an imaginative poetic look into the black hearts and wicked minds/souls of people that embrace the darkness and die without ever seeing the Truth and the Light.
New Note- ( 10/29-2018)
Forty years have now flown by since this was first composed(in my youth)and evil still thrives in the deeds and the unmerciful hearts of the wicked. For when absent of Truth and Light, man turns to the dark and the evil that exerts such power in this world.
Categories:
deserts, art, dark, death, halloween,
Form:
Sonnet
Past the deserts and greenery
Is a land better than any
It is that land that I seek
Where my prospects aren't so bleak
It is that land where I want to go
Where my future won't take such a blow
Where I am free of all the rules
Where I am not considered one of the fools
Where nobody can tell me what I can and cannot do
Where conflicts, controversies and scandals don't ensue
Where few are enemies and many are friends
Where the road of life is straight with very few bends
The land where I can be me
Without a care or worry
I know that land is somewhere,
Past the deserts and greenery.
Categories:
deserts, hope
Form:
Rhyme
The camels' backs have broken,
All across the thirsty lands;
Their their drivers rail, then bribe, then plead
With the beasts of burden
Too long taken for granted,
But they will not be moved now,
Though water lies far away;
They have it in their humps, in the animal patience
On their backs.
Not so the drivers,
Who fooled their days away at the oases.
So now they gasp
Since the desert ships have grounded themselves,
As the ships of state slip beneath the sands.
The camels rest without comment,
Yet still, they sometimes spit.
Categories:
deserts, allegory, history, political,
Form:
Free verse
she bins
his pizza lunch - -
just desserts
* some silliness on a saying we have: ‘just deserts’ (a person getting what he deserves)
For Dr Ram’s Darkness at Noon contest
Categories:
deserts, food,
Form:
Senryu
The land of Golden Deserts and Silver Skyscrapers – U.A.E
Vast areas are covered by golden sand,
That runs like liquid through your hand,
The skyscrapers reach into the blue sky,
Waving below to every fascinated passer-by.
The golden dunes stretch for miles around,
The skyscraper’s foundations run aground,
The camels roam on the desert sand,
And the skyscrapers give shade beneath their hand.
The people gaze from side to side,
The desert stands open with great big pride,
The people gaze up to down,
The skyscrapers sit tall wearing their crown.
This wonderful area lies,
Seen from the road and from the skies,
Decorated with skyscrapers and sand,
Their beauty precedes in this wonderful land.
Categories:
deserts, city,
Form:
Rhyme
In the vast deserts life struggles
clinging on by their toe nails
short scrubby plants poke out
a hot haven for scorpions
See the marks in the red sand
of where a snake slithered by
side winding its way over
the baking hot sands of dunes
Here all life is sparse
only the fit surviving
Yet in the vast oceans
life teems with brilliance
various colourful corals
with sparkling little fish
Immense whales roam at will
see their water sprouts
gushing up in fountains
as silently they glide by
shoals of fish darting by
seaweed lazily waving
Then there are the snowy tundras
life here too is for the fittest
majestic polar bear with cubs
fishing at an air hole in the ice
Penguin's scurrying as fast as they can
they have no intention of being supper
sea lions lay on the rocky snowy shores
here to mate and give birth to pups
The wolf pack roaming far and wide
searching for their elusive next meal
As I travel these places in my mind
I am struck by how alike our lives are
we go through hard times as we traverse
the winding paths set before us
Then there are the times of plenty
when all is sunny and delightful
a time to enjoy and even to reflect
to give thanks that all is so good
On to the winter which comes to all
a time too of hardship and being slow
the sense of life starting to wind down
the reluctance acceptance as we near the end
Categories:
deserts, environment,
Form:
Free verse
"The Barefoot Magus: Deserts and Oceans"
In the lost years we meet
strangers found yet known
in the strangest desert dreams
Barefeet, we speak
of strange magic
hidden in our hearts
invisible,
seldom
ever seen
Across great oceans
we then walk,
we hold each other,
faith
inside
our souls
trust is given
towards a known stranger
sharing stories
along the arduous journey
invoking
our true Home
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
EASTER
4.4.21
"Become Desert" / John Adams
https://youtu.be/1VN9TBfWAEo
"Become Ocean" / John Adams
https://youtu.be/dGva1NVWRXk
Thinking About Magic: (1) Was Jesus a Magician?
https://au.thegospelcoalition.org/article/thinking-about-magic-1/
Thinking About Magic: (2)
https://au.thegospelcoalition.org/article/thinking-about-magic-2/
Book of Signs
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Book_of_Signs
Simon Magus.
https://www.riaanbooysen.com/barbelo/jesus-vs-simon-magus
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simon_Magus
https://www.nbcnews.com/id/wbna26972493
Paul.
https://youtu.be/v6CDLB_v7yE
Categories:
deserts, easter, i am, jesus,
Form:
Free verse
The Drunk Driver must know...
That if he does not care...
A man that drives like Hell...
Well,
Let"s hope he ends up there.
Categories:
deserts, social,
Form:
Rhyme
Behold!
Where is it no mortal soul fathoms to dare?
The foretold detestable dunes of despair!
Whose sands of crystalline luminescence
Drown and drain thy essence.
Far within that redolent tomb
Hidden deeper inside the heavens moon,
Where the souls of the damned unwillingly swoon
Slaves to the sin that fathered their doom.
Where thou art subject to phantom pains
Orchestrated by the Litch who reigns
Without delay upon his frozen throne of ice
Whose subjects lament in the decay
of blood maggots and eerie lice.
Categories:
deserts, angst, death, eulogy, fantasy,
Form:
Narrative
there was a boy
who had a gift
t’was all that he could do
the thing that really brought him joy
was saying 'I love you’
but favored women thought him fool
love more than one? that broke the rule!
his death at least was swift
Brian Johnston
April 19, 2015
Categories:
deserts, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Of Barren Lands And Deserts! !
seems like I am getting drawn to
the beauty of barren lands and the deserts,
as fiercely as I go in my best efforts
to dry-up every drop of love that never quenches my thirst!
the pain is getting so dry,
I am getting in love with the dryness!
eagerly waiting for a sharp and cold knife
to rip me off..still standing there to fight it off,
so that it just melts down
and then dries-up.. then find my dryness to go ahead! !
coldness is enough.. this coldness
is so enough.. I got so frozen-up,
as much as my wishes and pleads for love!
find no warmth in these
cold hearts.., no warmth,
all good now to go find my place
in the scorching heats,
get burned and be happy
spreading the warmth like Sun,
to every coldest of the hearts,
that might freeze another heart, otherwise!
Siddartha Montik
Categories:
deserts, anger, angst,
Form:
Elegy
Raindrops dropping out,
Sea sank below golden sand,
Ashes of water.
Categories:
deserts, change, earth, nature, rain,
Form:
Haiku
Albert G Walpole, proud legionnaire
Clerk to the council for all of his days
Lived with his mother in Hartington D'Arcy
Nice little end terrace, quite set in his ways
But one Sunday evening, returning from church
This man of high values, a virtuous clean-liver
Was mugged by some yobs full of Shipyard pale ale
Relieved of his wallet and thrown in the river
This tragical brush with recalcitrant youth
Metamorphosised Albert from sweetness and light
Into neighbourhood champion, par-excellence
An enforcer of by-laws and everything right
A tweeded avenger, a man on a mission
To clean up his town and restore proper order
Got on his bike and patrolled day and night with
his helmet-cam synced to his Sony recorder
Keen vigilantes were quickly recruited
Chesty old buffers and ladies who lunch
Weaponisation was swift and effective
Tape-measures, note-pads and radar speed guns
Dog fouling, ball games and illegal parking
Were photographed, logged and reported post-haste
Wheeley bin contents were checked for legality
Closed circuit cameras cunningly placed
........................................
Alas, this account contains no happy ending
As Albert's Avengers are sadly no more
'cause one night in August the townsfolk rose up
And slaughtered our hero and three of his corps
In conclusion it seems there are differing views
As to what is construed as felonious
But one thing's for sure in this contrary world
It's not smart to be too sanctimonious
Categories:
deserts, adventure, conflict, farewell, goodbye,
Form:
Light Verse
In sand dune deserts, fresh fountains spring;
Delicate cactus dance in mangrove-lit streams;
Lush green leaves in breeze graciously swing,
And a poet stiches stars, on soft skin of beams.
In snow-frozen fields, merrily marigolds smile;
Sun prolongs his shift and night furls her veil;
Alone, moon mourns and light clings to a stile,
And a poet stiches stars, on a stand still sail.
To a desolate cloud, earth hisses her desires
While upward a river, boater paddles his skiff;
Crawling under a thicket ... lovers pick briars,
And a poet stiches dreams, clinging to a cliff.
*A 2nd Place* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 3, 2020)
Sept. 20, 2020
Impact and Metaphors Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: William Kekaula
* An Honorable Mention* in the following contest (judged on Sept. 21, 2020)
Sept. 20, 2020
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (13)any form any theme Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
deserts, dream, imagination, poets,
Form:
Rhyme