Best Parching Poems

Upon the arc rises familiar visage of tenebrous dawn
As birdsongs protest, yet another day gone wrong,
In anguish of emptiness thrashing~ stygian, forlorn,
Screaming relentlessly of despondent, indignant void
Blasting his emotions, clasped in poignant thoughts.

Nothingness was the theme of his darkened night
That brazenly shrouded luminance of starlit...

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Autumn delights sporting red dye
Painting meadows in crimson themes
Charming thrills of amorous dreams.

Where parching breaths of maple sigh
Zephyrs groove lilting amber breeze
Swaying rhythms of colorful trees.

How season’s golden passions vie
Waltzing glamor of stolen glance
As leaves chromatic whirl, and dance.

Sights lovesome gazing sapphire sky
Frolic with stars...

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My evening sky glints motifs gold
In orange vibes turned ruby bold
Glowing remnants of shining snow
Where pewter winds merrily blow
Swirling imprints of amber glaze
Bending hues of setting sun rays

Prairies sway season’s dreaded hold
Wailing in grief, as blossoms fold,
For fallen leaves and wintry woe
That shudders trees in...

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I'm but a pilgrim in this land,
Where, wearily, I roam.
My homeland sweetly beckons,
And I will soon be going home.
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Lifeless shiver the decaying meadows
Where blizzards of winter exact a toll,
Freezing foliage in autumnal throes;
Dimming ambitions of parching knoll.

Golden beams glimmer dreams of dawn
Soothing miseries of trembling night,
Now that splendorous autumn is gone,
Sprinkling delight on withering blight.

Season of snows flaunts nature aglow
Where rivers freeze, struggle...

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I shall not fear of parching for your drop or two is enough
Even a tear would quench more than my lip, my soul
Cry me thrice, laugh me once
Leap more, tiptoe less
Break this earthen vessel if you wish
Just don’t leave a love song behind
For it will...

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Red leaves cowardly fall from trees like arrogant men
The powerful wind creeps up steadily scattering them on battered ground
While caretakers gather them into bags and empty them into garbage cans.

The giant trees still hold their composure waiting for the winter band
Autumn chills and winter spills...

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The crimson moon bawls on his flight
Doleful to be condemned to night

His samba partner teems with life
Yet he hangs listless filled with strife

Whilst craters pock his dusty face
Her smooth profile glows soft with grace

Waves splash coyly along her skin
As parching drought afflicts the twin

Halo membranes...

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The Faeries Are Still Outside

Trying to cheer a garden up from the clay,
But the crabgrass won’t part
And the trees are snickering 
At the art-
Less way the faeries 
Sway while chanting,
Casting their spells—
Such an untalented group!  
Out of tune, with
Too often the lyric,
 “wha’ ta’...

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Dust Bowl


Dust sifted through the dry wooden slats of the now empty homes.  No sunrise serenade nor rustle of flowing wheat greeted the parching sunrise.  Footprints long erased, carried on the wind of arid dreams, mistakes that scarred both hearts and soil. 



no...

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‘Water’ seems a fitting title
of this rhyme on something vital
for the beings we take care of
and the others we’re aware of.
 
Life on Earth depends on water,
whether human or sea otter,
fish or fowl, whatever creatures
having some subsistence features.

Water may have been existent
in archaic ages distant
long...

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THE DREAM LIVES ON

I shall arise and drive forward
The future is not tomorrow
Today is all I have.

I hunger for progress,
Living in this world of contrasts,
The young and the old despair
I shall arise and drive forward.

I relish the beauty in the present
Moment that promises the holiness
Of...

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I can hear Thermopylae beckoning me upon my return
Leonidas’ voice calls me forward to battle with hardened pride

Time’s grains shifting bellowing out the past I have lived
And I am of that past…I can touch the echoes of who I was

I remember the summers heat as...

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What is it like to live in a desert-
Bereft of those pleasures of life
That cannot be found in a desert?

You got me thinking of dear life 
In the barren sands of the desert
You got me thinking of dear life

You got me thinking of sand dunes
The...

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To 3/256 Cherokee Girl

Cute like the fly sun and with paddy curl hairs similar
From those summertime fields blow over her in full swim
And it fits in her small understanding
In front of this Adoptive Indian law
She grows like a lovely calf wondering it should not be.

Upon...

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