Best Parched Poems
Doused by a cloud, Earth
Must drink quickly as she’s parched;
It’s days between clouds.
I would happily drown within the sparkling pools of your eyes..
Your hair, damp, falling upon silken shoulder..
Our senses alive, afire..
My body craves your touch, velvet hands gripping..
The delicate curve of your breast presses against my chest..
Your mouth, hungry, inviting me to explore..
It is a feast as our lips dance,
like parched earth consuming the rains...TAH
Rain, rain, dear rain
Please come back again
Don't you hesitate or refrain
We are parched and drained.
Do fill us to the brim
Till the end of our whims
Either we'll learn to swim
Or get an honoured requiem.
Dark clouds we badly yearn
Hope, light will follow in turn
We await for our fate to churn
Help us put out fire in our urn.
in a desert parched, dewdrops give birth to struggling flower.
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parched leaves of season
a blushing bloom seduces
cherub in disguise
09.20.16
SPOONING WITH PARCHED PALMS
a banquet of butterflies flutter ~
by her seaswept hair so bonnie. ~
sunshine and freckles fly free from the sky, ~
illuminating blue eyes, ~
dotting her suntanned skin. ~
a sailboat serenely knocks against the chiseled shore. ~
tartan cloth passionately charmed with cheese and wine. ~
pink blushing beach, a twinkle in his smile wants more. ~
his teeth bright as teeming waves of love’s moon shine. ~
picnic at full thrust ~
naked footprints rake through sand ~
soft music spellbound ~
chantilly lips on blitzed neck ~
seaside spooning with parched palms ~
4/4/2018
It’s All About Four/Sponsor: Broken Wings
Crystalline, Kimo, Quatrain, Tanka forms
Raindrops seep into
My parched skin quenching the thirst,
For that hydration.
Insolent and ebullient ,
The thistles and thorns proliferate
In the wake of the roses' spectacular demise -
ruthlessly cut down in its prime
Eyes misty , yearning for the vivacity of yesteryears
Reminiscence of glory days
Paling into oblivion in the light of hostile reality
Shoulders weary from propping up the universe's punitive weight
Smiles contrived and wry ,
Dismal in their attempts to hide the heart's wistfulness
Like a mother in agony who has to be strong for her children.
Giddy gaits ,tell a story of incessant kicking against the current
Brittle sweat dripping from subjugated brows
Like a War hero disgraced ,
Years of noble sacrifice wilt away in ignominy
Obliterated from all conversations of consequence
Voices raspy from continuous shouting into sealed ears
Knuckles charcoal black from relentless knocking on silent doors
Like a mud hut under the barrage of a tropical cyclone ,
Self esteem threatens to cave in
Forlorn in a world, ferocious and rapacious
Like a juvenile bushbuck ,being preyed upon by a pack of spotted hyenas
Utterly flummoxed by the dense air of perilousness.
Uncertainty ,anxiety ,fear ,
The price for wading into unfamiliar waters
Like an inexperienced sailor in tempestuous seas
Its a battle against insurmountable odds
Adulthood
Past a peaceful day out Western Trail way,
Our lowing herd settled on coarse sand bars.
We hands bunched under prancing prairie stars,
Once clean grub tins and cups were put away,
For tall yarn desserts, dance, and campfire songs.
Lit by burning buffalo chips and sage,
Our campfire blazed hot, challenging the dark,
Holding at bay the prairie wind’s chill bark.
Night herd began with strums of a guitar
Backed by a fiddle and an Ozark harp.
Cowboys sang of Betsy from Pike’s sweet charms,
Dancing do-si-dos with scarves on their arms.
Two waddies circled our bedded down herd,
Singing Old Paint to the beat of horse hooves,
Echoing us boys’ songs by the fire
As coyotes chorus to the sparkling sky.
Past riding drag, eating dust all day
Worn waddies could cough up a few tunes.
Our homesick cowboy choir danced and sang
Then tiptoed to bed rolls for a few winks
Until our turns, on the down low, to croon
A sorrowful Red River lullaby
For trail weary doggies laying at rest,
Promising fresh rich grass in the Big Sky.
At the break of dawn, we were up and gone
Roping and riding; trying not to yawn.
A clear morning sky offered welcome news
No thunderstorms, floods, or frosted-up dews.
A stove-up drover that morn did advise
“Savor your quiet nights and be trail wise
For a cowboy’s work is never to cease
Before the railhead and cattle’s release.
Some year, long paired iron rails must appear
With barbed wire strands to encumber our way
As Progress closes up loved cattle trails,
Dooming open range to vanish away.
As the parched summer grass, we too shall fade,
Our names lichen covered on graven stone,
But breathing as legends we shall live on,
Riding trail bred tales our kids will hear.”
I kept telling her that I loved her....
But it was pretty *ucked up you know ?
We quit our day job, and night as a matter of fact
Just to spend time ever winding with her yet, I doubt very seriously
That she even can grasp what true love is really all about; that makes two for, neither have we.
Parchment of the grove,
Soft wind caresses the trees:
Frail embellishment.
Pedaling along
a rocky road,
a dusty road,
a hot and sunny road.
Pedaling past
dry, rocky fields,
dry, dusty fields,
hot and sunny fields.
Surprised to see
a lily flower,
a lonely flower,
a kid stoning it.
Pedaling back
The setting sun lay low across the field.
Boy, flower and memory are long gone.
Parched lips crave your wet touch, the boundary lines melted away...
ALesiach © 07/25/2017
Before I write a single word,
I will put on my suit of armor.
So that you wont see what's hiding,
way down deep inside of me.
Anyway,
I have so much to say.
But you're not here,
and you're so confident that I wont care.
All I have left to be,
are pieces of me on the floor.
I have so many flat words,
that have never found worth.
All these pieces left of me,
I pray they fill the hole in your heart.
Your love has been a dry well,
That could never quench my thirst.
Though time goes by,
I will always be with you.
Little sips of others,
Little drips of me.
Just one tiny drink from your well,
Then I'd be so satisfied.
My insatiable thirst,
It will be left behind, when I die.
All my words that are left unsaid,
They will never find you.
I will always be,
looking for drips to fill me.
Reservoir
Filled with quiet secrets
Often hidden from our sight
There's stillness to the surface
In depth, there's strength and might.
People gather and are drawn to
The impressive stature, surely
There is peace around this entity
In spite of walls, so burly
Made by man it may be
But a lesson lies within..
There's a sense of holy presence
Past the water's surface, thin.
With it's patience comes the wisdom
To relieve our hearts, so dry
And the fresh taste of the truth is
Of a purpose from on high
In the dryness of this season;
Parched air cracking at our throats
We hear hope of restoration
As we huddle in our boats
A reservoir we can all be..
Attractive bright and pure.
From stillness starts a journey
To the driest captive's door
Let's aspire to be filled up
With that clear pure water, bright.
May the tired, the lost, the thirsty
Be the ones to know respite
And as rain descends from heaven
Filling hearts up to the brim
What we capture will define us;
How we fall and how we win.
So avoid the murky waters
As you travel round this land
Be the bringer of refreshment
In your words and in your hand
Let the purest water top up
Every deep part of your soul
May the parts of you together
Make you more than just the whole.
Jinjagoliath
10th January 2021