Cacti Poems - Poems about Cacti

I went outside to pee Underneath the cactus tree But now I'm in the Ho Spittle The cactus fell on me. Oh the cactus tree the cactus tree I went out to pee and it fell on me. The cactus tree the cactus tree It's such a mystery....

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The sunny pleasures of cactus blooms, brighten aged gold, and sunset rooms, Like sunbirds flitting in purple plumes, once dusk has known many perfumes. Prickly cactus blooms, orange sun gift, Also enjoyed during the dawn red shift. Denizens of golden gritty sand, hottest, creating dunes where the wind is swift....

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The beauty of the scorching hot desert plains, Is evident in turquoise skies and blooming cacti, And at first unlikely glimpse, the memory remains, Long after cherry red sun has left the evening sky. Blooms of pink, red, orange and every other hue, Provide lush charm on the sweltering desert sand, And the occasional traveler receives a fervid view, A sight that...

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In the desert, succulents sun themselves; they’ve no need to work. Full of drink they bask; playing Opossum for predatory eyes. Any flower, wild or in a garden, must be jealous. ...

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Fraught with fiercest spines, Forbidding—yet flaunting such Flamboyant flowers—...

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More than one cactus plant is called a cacti Must follow that a bunch of fungus are called fungi Sounds kind of Asian If I may be so brazen The only thing left that rhymes with cacti is magpie...

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You scrape a living in a harsh barren land, never ceasing the hope, that rain will finally come. Covered with spines, you brace, and wait out every storm, yet bearing fruit, just those few days of the year. You bring color to the desert, ever reaching to the heavens. Brushing off dismemberment, a new shoot where a severed...

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