Best Sahara Poems
I roll and roll, beneath a blood-red sky.
How I burn with desire for you.
I am the sands of the Sahara in search of sweet relief
as every particle of my body fills with white heat.
Passion-parched, I turn toward you -
drifting to the brink – a dune of madness.
The cool blue of you that I seek appears as if a mirage.
I am Sahara, and my love is vast. Let me quench myself in you.
May 1, 2018 for John Hamilton's
Best Free Verse April 1, 2018 To July 15,2018 Poetry Contest
A blue Sahara is the sea
whose depths are turquoise sands that gleam
beneath the surface brilliantly.
A blue Sahara is the sea.
Sun touches it with clarity
and leaves me drowning in its dream.
A blue Sahara is the sea
whose depths are turquoise sands that gleam.
July 1, 2019
Poem based on picture #1
Contest: Poetically Me This Picture What Cha' See Poetry Contest
Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr.
Sacred oven like heat
A place where mirages thrive
Desert winds bloom high
Dreaming of rainfall, I pray
Tic Toc, that rain will quench
By Susan Mills
Trapped in the Sahara dessert
Overlook at the horizon,
Waves of the heat from the boiling sun,
Dessert sand covering my feet,
Sweat dripping down my back,
Thanks to the north western breeze.
The sand dunes stare at me,
As the sun slowly goes to sleep.
Darkness takes over,
And the owls decide to show up.
Freeing my imagination.
I walk with difficulty,
Towards an island thorn tree.
I place my eyes up in the sky,
Wishing I could see a shooting star,
That could grant my wish,
My wish of freedom.
I suddenly see broken pieces of a mirror,
And when I look at them I can see my broken face,
I feel like a killer.
My heart suddenly changes its pace,
But no its just my mind playing its games.
I walk slow,
With much pain,
My eyes still filled with hope,
Of seeing my home again.
I pray.....
Oil and reach minerals
Reign in dictatorship
Fight with a group of gang
Dress in sahara reverse its winds
Interest in reign call all be in peace
Violent
indigo sky
venting your anger
Blood rain lashing and
beating
This is one of the isolated place in the world
The scorching heat is 136 degree Fahrenheit
For the scarcity of water animals get died
Only they will survive who know how to fight.
The inhabitants of desert are mainly Arabs,
There also live some spectacular animals,
The main plants of there are cactus,
The main transports of there are camels.
The extreme conditions make people hard,
That desert was once tropical forests,
The extreme weather makes it awkward,
That's why people are crazy for conquests.
Someday the extreme heat will overcome,
There will be raining again and again,
The lives will be full to the brim,
There will be left no sufferings or pain.
The Sahara Desert has enough sand to provide concrete housing for Everyone,
the poor, the middle class, the rich and elite of the entire planet's population,
with sand leftover, providing housing in the event of a population explosion.
Concrete housing would eliminate deforestation tremendously,
If housing were an automatic for everybody globally,
an enormous mental toll would be relieved from everybody,
and this Free Housing could be provided globally,
within our lifetime literally,
in a global Resource Based Economy.
I for one would love to free myself totally from the bondage of money.
Time crystallised into every golden grain
Fine as the flakes off my skin
For a thousand years void of rain
Rising to Rah with the slope of the dunes
Crocodile tears fill the Nile
For they flourish for a thousand miles
To nourish – with sacrifice - Pharaoh in his tomb
Then deposit the salt off your back into the desert storm
In the shade of a hundred degrees of sun
Chiselled into a hieroglyphic sign
Sahara dreams rose with the pyramids of Giza
Ensured to succeed under the Sphinx’s gaze
Carried on the back of camels
To churn their milk into caramel
The sands hide a bullion of molten gold
A haunted dynasty were souls are fossilised into a mould
Under the crack of the whiplash
The God’s sweat pores brimming a mirage
To align boulders with the sunspot in agonising screams
Pharaoh now rests for eternity in his Sahara dreams
31-07-2015
Thabang Jan Ngoma
Sponsor: John lawless
Contest Name: How Hot Was It!!!
If these seas not?
Sahara is a dot!
The Sahara's flaring moon
weaves sand castles in hombre dusk,
jacquard ridges unraveling down burlap slopes.
Under taupe sky a balmy loom
spins dust into tawny gold for a sultan sun,
eroding an oasis to sate his rapture
with effete wealth tatted in the shadows
cast by white peacock clouds
floating above seedless dunes
once shimmering with emerald palms
and sapphire waters.
Unseen hands of a sightless pearl
now craft his exfoliated sheikdom
from the dry scraps of Eden.
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I walk these plains of sun-dried grass
together in a row
with other elephants and calves
to search for food- then go
for miles in thirst, to find a drink
as dry season appears.
I walk along and stay in sync,
alert with eyes and ears.
But, land in our domain is less,
encroached by humankind,
uncaring that our crowded space
harms our state of mind.
Still worse, I have become aware
of threats- the cruelest kind,
alert to watch and hide, beware
of horrors which I find.
So oft I see a sight disturbed,
sprawled out along our path;
a member of our precious herd-
we trumpet loud with wrath!
Then stop to mourn as humans do;
stand vigil, and grief-filled
caress the faceless friend we knew
who for its tusks, was killed.
Now, cautiously I live my days,
fulfilling nature's reign,
in my deep hope to drink and graze-
and procreate my strain.
Our hide is dark, our tusks are white;
stand out in day and night.
For them, we're martyred every day.
To end our deaths- I pray.
In Sahara
It is a fervent wish
To think that the sun;
Should make a confrere of me,
In a quest to make substance out of man,
I war it through
Your hot red face;
To fulfill the desire of growth,
This is where my heart
Beckons me to stay,
Where the world is extreme
And passing pacific principalities;
Finds faces with friends,
Let me be close to sun
And her waste places,
The dust, the dunes and the dandelions,
The sombre date palms
And the streaming dongoyaros,
Where the gathering storm roar
And gives voice to
The melody of hope,
Where I am assured the sun will rise.
Saharan dust
gold round the lake’s edge
squirrels make merry