Best Desiccate Poems

I climbed over trepidation
poverty's barbed wire night
torn by your prosperity
my one change of clothes
thirsting for a drop of civility
on a deserted desert road
Scorched by hell’s...

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In the depravity of the neglected wasteland 
obscure tufts of subdued slender grass 
struggle to rise through the cleavage of stony destiny,
the frail faces shaping...

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Inevitable Transformation



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Shed on that certain kind of warmth
You give the waters that washed away our footsteps

Illumine the dark leaves of our past
Blown away by the indifferent...

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pale desiccate strand
solemn dirge of the Pharaohs
shrouded by tourists...

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Do you think that I mince my words
like one preparing a pot of soup—
dice it up and roll it in!—
the more floating fragments, the merrier,
no...

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LOVE POEMS I by Michael R. Burch

These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about passion, desire, lust, sex, a first...

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The wilderness is always beautiful,
whenever one stumbles upon it
and everywhere one looks, it's blissful  
to spend an entire afternoon exploring it!

Sit by that small...

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Fish dewatered delicious
is sucked dry with salt 
its flesh assaulted
rung out, and dried stark stiff.

Wishes like fishes rise in expectation
that hopes and dreams will flourish
but...

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Always too late
Letting go of all the hate
Never letting them see how bad it hurts
Stuck in endless Deserts
No one to believe
Heart Burnt passed any degree

Always...

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Eternal Bliss


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With stars for eyes
And an armored heart,
I allow myself to desiccate slowly,
Into the tender arms of Mother Earth.
Her embrace may carry me to hereafter,
Or let...

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I am caged in depression.
A mind in haze, prostrate in grief.
The radiance of your candlelit dinner..
I can only decimate in sourness of sad light.
I can...

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Hold on!
Hold on a little longer 
Please don't burn to ashes and desiccate 
Hold on a little longer
Because this is not yet enough for us
Like...

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Lozenge
by Michael R. Burch

When I was closest to love, it did not seem
real at all, but a thing of such tenuous sweetness
it might dissolve in...

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