Best Desiccates Poems
Shamefully dull, life would be,
Without seasons to nourish me.
Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall,
Nature’s blessings the nourish us all
Apathetic and harsh, winter is,
With arctic gales that pierce
Every linen shielding my frame.
Anomalous flakes of snow drift from the sky
As sheets of white accumulate on the ground
And weigh down the healthiest trees,
Teasing those ready for winter festivities.
Once the snow angels and snowmen are made, and
Once the sledding and snowball fights are done,
Into their warm homes, all will run,
Hiding under hoards of fleece
Until it’s time for spring to come free.
Pleasant and lively, spring is,
With liber rains falling lavishly
On soil beds of assorted seeds,
Nursed diligently by the avid gardeners
Who thirst for the sight of the first blossoms
Of poppies, roses, lilies, and tulips.
Blueberries, cherries, and strawberries
Entice the onlookers waiting to pick
The ripest harvest in a timely manner
And savoring them until summer can flare.
Fierce and fervent, summer is
With a feverish breath, that makes rain a treasure.
People gather in masses to absorb the bodies of water
As a radiant sun desiccates the land.
Outdoors, pitchers of lemonade are carried everywhere
And thriving honeysuckle sweeten the air.
Yellow lights of fireflies flicker through the night
As exhausted bodies relax beneath the stars,
Gazing in admiration, until autumn can appear
Calm and homely, autumn is
Wither green, red, and yellow foliage taking over.
Crisp leaves bustle about the ground,
Trapped by flurries of whirring winds
Until they are raked into heaps for children to dive in
And pumpkins growing in preparation to carved or baked.
Families huddle together around brilliant fires
While couples stroll through parks, taking delight in the landscape,
And having picnics until winter’s brisk rise.
Categories:
desiccates, nature, seasons, spring, winter,
Form:
Ode
Words run away
No rhymes now;
Rest in jest
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Love knows the way
Faith anchors hope;
Peace sums joy
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Come what may
Peace of mind stays;
Style knows the way
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Touch of good earth
Orchard of plenty;
Delightful harvest
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Weather forecast
Thundery showers;
Bright sunshine smile
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Old couple here
Parkway bench respite;
Morning exercise
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Walking their dogs
Owners chit-chat;
Suspicious canines
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Early morning jog
Adrenaline rush;
Breezy wind cajoles
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Lost connection
Internet down time;
Ink stains paper
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Emergent light
Dawn hurls swift;
Dreamtime evaporates
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Too much
Too little;
Too late
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Wordplay episode
Clutter desiccates;
Unfinished business
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Birthday greetings
Facebook amalgam;
Discrete overtures
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Too much talk
Missing mileage;
Loose cannon wildcard
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Wild conundrum
Stillness circles;
Creative potential
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Leon Enriquez
06 December 2016
Singapore
Categories:
desiccates, change,
Form:
Haiku
RIPPLE OF LIFE
A lake desiccates under desert sun
Looks up happily as clouds above roam
The drifting shadows dissolve and return
Tell the lake to wait the rains would soon come.
To the tranquil water a few drops dart
Ripples make rhyme in harmonic motion
Merging they all make riddled ripple art
On water the ripples drape emotion.
Sky gathers a storm from the horizon
Clouds melt in a torrent on the water
Rains break the waltzing ripples they don’t own
Lake suffers the pain that can’t be greater.
When melting clouds bring sky down the dance stops
Life ripples if bliss falls as divine drops.
August 26, 2017.
Categories:
desiccates, dance, life, rain, riddle,
Form:
Sonnet
Trudging alone on the indolent desert dunes
fragile footprints collapse and the sands flow
on cadence of mirage music, life’s unsung tunes
fades away slow.
In the trembling spine of my parched shadow
hungry predators burrow harrowing dark hole,
as dry desolateness sucks me harshly hollow,
from the depth of soul.
Familiar faces turn to cactus of thorny sprawl,
blood desiccates in the cleft of fractured heart,
trunk of fossil life crumbles in parts or whole,
time trampled the dirt.
Waned neurons rise from psychedelic trance,
subliminal cortex networks fervently strive,
capture images of sprouting stars’ silent dance.
Am I alive?
Written : May 11, 2019
Contest : Completely Your Choice (6)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Categories:
desiccates, analogy, death, dream, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
In the secluded seashore of isolation islands,
people build desire castles with dream sands,
protect the fragile precincts with fervent care
from the beleaguering waves breaking on them.
The strife surge washes away the forlorn abodes,
grief is hidden in insular souls of lonely people.
With magical spell I will change them into
convivial people, they will be gregarious.
Behind the closed windows on sunlit meadows,
enveloped by the seamless drape of dismal darkness,
people morph into dense slices of moonless night.
Along their formless periphery I pass them by,
but can’t see through the obscurity, can’t perceive
the true substance of the opaque people.
With magical spell I will turn them into
transparent people, they will shine like crystals.
Reticent people fly like frigid birds in the misty sky,
their restrained wings flap aloof in the chilled wind.
In the crevasse of their glacial hearts
frozen emotions sink, can’t soar in the spring sky.
The warm embrace of empathy they don’t feel,
for they are condemned as cold people.
With magical spell I will convert them into
affable people, they will conform congeniality.
Despondent people make their lives desolate desert,
the charm of oasis desiccates in the dunes of discontent.
Blazed by the flare of their scorched minds
the foliage of ardent passions burns, doesn’t rustle
with the tune of impassive melody of their hearts,
for they are denounced as wooden people.
With magical spell I will transform them into
verdant trees, they will sprout joie de vivre.
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February 28, 2023
For Brian Strand Premier No. 1192
Categories:
desiccates, analogy, change, metaphor, people,
Form:
Free verse
“From the shattered heart the streams of sorrow
with the shards of dream drowned in tears flow.” – By Poet
The cloud of gloom hovers over the sea of sorrow,
surges in distress tempest to my mental visage,
and melts to make the stream of tears to flow
like the trail of rain drops on the face of foliage.
With the brine condensing the pain of molten grief,
the tear drops are poised on the eyelashes for a while.
Like the raindrops on the edge of the leaning leaf,
they slide down slowly with the dream debris pile.
Down the parched crease of the pallid cheeks,
cascade the silent streams of soothing solace.
The touch of the serene soul the mourning mind seeks
in the course of tears and in its embalming embrace.
The wasteland of life is flooded by the torrent of despair,
until from ruins of broken heart the new sun rises with grace,
and desiccates the trail of the drops of tear,
veiling the trace of sorrow for the mind to erase.
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April 13, 2023
Word Chosen : Tear
Contest : Writing Challenge - "T" Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
Categories:
desiccates, analogy, sorrow,
Form:
Rhyme
On this ground
where the drought
of neglect desiccates
the poetic human soul
poetry gasps and
craves for shower
of attention and praise
and for eyes and ears
that find beauty in
every phrase or verse
Let the poet find
a place where Eden
is near, a branch
where his rhyme and verses
will bramble like a vine
and find greater height
and feel the warmth
of the Sun of inspiration
and the passion
to tell the whole world
about the beauty
he has found in words
Categories:
desiccates, on writing and words,
Form:
Free verse
Aviating aspirations
of effervescent incandescence
spread psychic plasma
of primal sensual spectrum,
painting the exuding exuberance
of the indigo emotions
on the convoluted sullen sky,
fantasy configures with contours of memory
fascinating fresco
of the mental panorama,
suffused with halcyon hues
of sublime sensitivity
embedded in exalted ecstasy,
blooming bemused
in seraphic color blast
of floral kaleidoscopic spring,
awaits the assault of summer
in the credulous mindscape.
In cracked somber soil,
draped by dismal dust
of extant cinnamon ground,
where the deserted heart desiccates
in the yearning core,
when auburn anguish
pervades passively
and creeps with crafty camouflage
in the wilted veins
of the fallen autumn leaves,
as fragile rootless essence
rustles restive
with the olive tune
of serenading sanguinity.
Emotive eyes weep
the concealed tears unshed
in torrent of torment,
fill the impulsive cauldron
of pent-up pathos,
forlorn life’s desolate distillate
designs the malachite crystal canopy,
shining with emerald buoyancy
in the jade thicket
on the eroded banks
of awakened awareness,
while classical cadence
of symphonic zephyr,
drifting with the sonata spirit
of fleeting fervor
from the yonder plateau
of rolling passion,
vibrates with timeless rhythm
on the waves of rhapsody
in the bay of bliss,
glides with the enthralling melody
of the harmonic heart,
pulsating spellbound
with the lilting lyric
of the lavender lagoon.
Categories:
desiccates, analogy, imagery, longing,
Form:
Free verse
Sprawling aspiration
effervescent incandescence
spreads psychic plasma
of primal spectrum
painting passion
on the silken sky
the configured
fascinated facsimile
of mental panorama
suffused with chromatic
sublime sensitivity
of exuberant ecstasy
blooming in
seraphic color blast
of floral spring
Parched pieces
draped by distress dust
of cinnamon ground
heart desiccates
to the core
auburn anguish
pervading passive
creeps craftily
in the wilted veins
of the fallen leaves
fragile essence
rustles restive
with emerald tune
of serenading sanguinity
Emotive eyes weep
concealed tears
in torment torrent
fill the cauldron
of pent up pathos
forlorn life’s
desolate distillate
designs crystalline
verdance shining
in the jade thicket
on the eroded banks
of awareness
as symphonic cadence
of fervent zephyr
drifting with sonata
of fleeting fervor
from yonder plateau
of yearning
pulsates timeless
with waves of rhapsody
in the bay of bliss
glides with the melody
of harmonic heart
with the ripples
of lilac lagoon
Categories:
desiccates, analogy, depression, hope,
Form:
Free verse
YOUR LACUSTRINE BEAUTY
In the wasteland the tormented life made me make
The repentance wander in the wild conceding the mistake
The nimbus clouds hovered overhead but I couldn’t take
The rains, they dried making a desert for me in the wake
Until you came, created an oasis where you became a lake.
You made in my deep depression torrents of fluid joy to flow
In your tranquil depths you drowned my deranged sorrow
The breeze on face made ripples of smile in a charming show
Flooded by sunshine my dancing reflection I see on you glow.
In your sensuous serenity you dissolve my somber sky’s blue
I see all the hues of my twilight colors gleam in glory on you
Where the flight of ecstasy takes me then you don’t have clue.
If the drought of distress desiccates your desolate floor dry
My tears would flow to your core to fill you with love, I’d try.
For I don’t want to see the lacustrine beauty you ever lose.
When the squalls of tough times would give my life a shake
I’d sink within your placid water, still as the cosmos, below
Discover the bliss in me your aquatic touch would grow anew
On dreamy nights on the arms of your moonlit shore I’d lie
Drenched, I’d soak you deep within, keep in my heart close.
January 28, 2018.
Contest : Minuanetta.
Categories:
desiccates, analogy, inspirational, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
Morning sojourn --
Sky bridge brisk walk
Twenty-sixth floors above
Morning meditation
Touch of stillness;
Peaceful mindfulness
Midday siesta
Cacophony whispers;
Daydreams solidify
Bout of flu
Runny nose on tap;
Drowsy medication
Meal time reveals
Diet plan on track;
Hunger pangs collide
Wind brings drizzle
Humid atmosphere;
Hot weather desiccates
Skyline contours
Evening sunset hues;
Love comes to call
Corridor commotion
Conflict escalates;
Neighbours fighting mad
Pain aggregates
Petty constellations;
Death greets hypocrisy
15 Feb 2015
Singapore
Categories:
desiccates, angst,
Form:
Senryu
In the desolate seashore of secluded islands,
people build desire castles with dream sands,
protect the fragile niches with fervent care
from the breaking waves rolling on them.
The surge washes away the forlorn abodes,
sorrow is hidden in insular souls of lonely people.
With magical spell I will turn them
into convivial people, they will be gregarious.
Behind the closed windows on sunny meadows,
engulfed by dismal seamless darkness,
people morph into slices of moonless night.
In their formless periphery I pass them by,
but I can’t see through them, can’t perceive
the true contents of opaque people.
With magical spell I will turn them
into transparent people, they will shine.
People fly like frigid birds in the misty sky,
on the frozen wings of the northern wind.
In their hearts lapped by the Arctic sea
frozen emotions sink, can’t swim.
Warm embrace of empathy they don’t find,
for they are condemned as cold people.
With magical spell I will turn them
into affable people, they will be gracious.
People make their lives desolate deserts,
the charisma of oasis desiccates in the dunes,
blazed by the flame of their fiery minds
the foliage of ardent passions burns, doesn’t rustle
with the tune of stimulating melody in their hearts,
for they are wooden people.
With magical spell I will turn them
into verdant trees, they will bloom.
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March 13, 2022
Contest : Magical Spell
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
Categories:
desiccates, analogy, inspirational, people, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
DESICCATED LIFE
Life desiccates you
My heart melts on your hot dune
Drink my oasis.
In surging sand storm
Sun scorches your slim shadow
Recline in my arms.
If clouds burst in mind
Torrent of rain you can’t hold
Flow it in my eyes.
April 3, 2018.
Categories:
desiccates, analogy, heartbreak, inspirational, sad,
Form:
Senryu
TRAIL OF TEAR
Clouds rise from the supine sea of sorrow,
surge in storm wind to my eyes’ inner visage
and melt to make the stream of tear to flow
like the frail rain drops on the face of foliage.
With the condensed brine of molten grief
the tear drop is poised on the eyelash tip,
like the raindrop on the edge of leaning leaf
it descends gently for it has promises to keep.
Down the dry cleft of the distressed cheek
it cascades like a slim river of soothing solace.
The touch of the serene soul the mind seeks
in the flow of tear and in its moist embrace.
The barren life is flooded awhile in despair
till new sun rises from ruins of broken heart
and desiccates the trail of the drop of tear
that hides sorrow in the lost river of desert.
(Note : Being a non-demonostrative person I was surprised
as well as proud to be able to trace the trail of my tear
in poetic expression.)
September 9, 2018
Contest : Write me an emotion-act
Sponsored by : Brenda Chiri
Categories:
desiccates, analogy, rain, sorrow,
Form:
Rhyme
Before my paint dries,
I want to see the art;
The art of my life,
The art of my heart,
The art of me
And the unfinished art being done.
Before my ink spills over,
I want to read the words;
The words that my hand writes,
The words that life gave me,
The words that I gave myself
And the unkept words being fulfilled.
Before my flowers wither,
I want to smell the roses;
The roses that bloom in my garden,
The roses that blossom in my heart,
The roses that blossomed through my life
And the thorny roses being worn by soft hearts.
Before the sound stops,
I want to hear the music;
The music that gives me hope,
The music that I love,
The music that loves me
And my music being heard by Mozart in heaven.
Before the universe dies,
I want to ponder about existence;
The existence of black holes,
The existence of the moon,
The existence of earth
And my imaginary friends being existent.
Before the sky shatters,
Before the ocean desiccates,
Before the earth quakes,
Before the fire dies,
Before the sunshine fades,
Before the moonlight shades;
Before my heart stops,
Before it's all gone,
I want to see it all,
I want to read it all,
I want to smell it all,
I want to feel it all,
I want to hear it all,
I want to ponder about it all,
And, I want to live through it all.
Categories:
desiccates, art, deep, dream, music,
Form:
Free verse