Desert Poems - Poems about Desert

Bouquet of the West, It's not easy to pass. Flower of the desert, Ruthless rout of the grass. Painters see the art In rolling mass of spheres. Fortress of the desert Where stout sagebrush appears. A deer's dainty feet Will find a way to pass, To walk through desert sagebrush, Sole welcomed to trespass...

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If I ever had a daughter like me, I’d call her my little desert rose so she knows I’ve lived it too— a brittle-stemmed rose blooming through sandstorms. Were I to have a daughter— someone soft like me... I’d tell her I’m sorry. Not for bringing her into a world where cruelty exists— but for letting her live in it when her petals part before her thorns remember...

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Rain in the Desert The desert sems quietly tolerant of rain - not really indifferent, but resigned to brief intrusions, allowing for a brief change of scenery from time to time. It has learned to live without water, and cloaks itself in browns and greys- asking no compassion for its permanent appearance It has existed a long arid time without pretense. Within its...

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There are days we live only for others and happy to share in ours, words of devotion even scars. Though I never presumed to know or even understand.. only pretend. But this time's not the same this unshakable thing, like a pain, is not pretending. A feeling that wakes you from a deep sleep real, whatever that is.. transcending all moments that came before you....

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I hear it from everyone Time stops for no one Though it slows to a crawl 'neath a mean desert sun ...

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Long herbaceous desert ...

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Listen for the rustling sound of the beady-eyed belly crawlers deceitful serpents slithering on the ground, flicking a two-forked tongue and hissing. They should be heeded as a dire warning when tempting us as if to say, "Ssssssss..." they whisper, "Come hither." Through tall meadow grasses and across lawns and garden soils they leave a trail of body wriggles as...

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We travel through the sand dunes, And look for oases, At nights we see the moon, And in the day-time- Look for roses. The weather so hot and cold, With sand below glittering in the sun like Gold, We feel the hot sunshine, And for a drop of cool water-We pine! Our camels look for a shelter, And our skin sweat like being next...

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West heat waves blow with sand, With lack of water verdure can live, Without the sight of man on land Where cloud rain only in fancy leave. The place Thar Desert that I interpret, There noone can sleep in open If anyone then next day get sandy pile greet, Noon heat at much ,dazzle eyes cruel sun. On name of vendure only thron...

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If desert-lands of remorse can be crossed ahead, enough, Cage deemed as open sky, if my wings can be spread, enough. Yon, when the winking sky is found willing to welcome me, If just half-closed window can be all-ajar made, enough. To set foot-tracks on hills,...

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Building a Bridge ...

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With eyes that pierce every soul/ Gleaming secrets untold/ Dragons may reign the endless skies/ But on land, scorpions arise/ Symbols deep, ancient and bold/ In desert lands, where stories unfold/ Fearless and mighty/ They stand in might/ Through moonlit nights, through the darkness plight/ Their bravery, strength, and will to strive/ In scorching sands, they come alive/ Unmatched, unyielding, they survive/ A testament to the force...

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pluck me like a ripened fruit from the garden that the sun shone on early in the morning and you would sigh in relief at the harvest because i was good to you see me as fondly as the first buds of spring unleashing their insides to the world how your tongue savors its fruit like a parched desert flower...

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A pretty little rose born in desert land Growing in torched hot sand Where loneliness all around And no company can be found Lashed by sunlight Dry out in hot thirsty night Though don't know why to live Fragrance it can give And it will do Thought I can't smell you Wednesday 2004 ...

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A man wakes beneath an unbroken sky, the sand whispering riddles to his skin. He does not know how he arrived, only that he must explain himself to a judge who never appears. The wind carves hieroglyphs in the dunes, letters shifting before they can be read. He follows them, searching for meaning, but the further he walks, the more the horizon recedes. At night,...

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