Desert Poems - Poems about Desert

Calm and soundless escapes of beautiful sceneries ...

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I write my ‘i’s differently now —your letters etched themselves into my blood I eat everything with chili that burning sting is close enough to your kiss I abandoned the blade. You’d be proud— though only because we meet every night, dream or not Why do you haunt me, why? but still, I tail behind your cherry mirage Lost in this desert, I crawl beneath...

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In the desert of silence, where thoughts are born from extinguished sands, A creature without garments, with eyes burning like fallen stars, Holds its pulsating heart in dry hands, like a poisoned gift, And bites into it, eagerly, like a forbidden fruit of knowledge. I ask it: "Is it sweet, friend, the taste of your cosmic blood?" "Bitterness calls me,"...

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I wake to the desert, talking to the wind; its voice is dry and muffled. Sand cuts my skin as I walk; nowhere feels like a place I belong to. The seeming figs glow like a distant fire. My feet are melting with every step I take. I lose my balance when I stride; I am surprised as the light darkens me. Flames...

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Didn't know I was lost, but I was. Fourteen hours now, maybe more since I left to find my way to the highway. Water's all gone with the last of the sun, or was it the day before? I don't know anymore. What was it she said? made me laugh.. and forget,...

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sand blistering hot throat parched I need water ah an oasis where could it have went it just upped and disappeared it was a mirage ...

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I met you in a season, as I recall, it was cool; we dated through the warmth, not the hottest of the 4 -- Falls I can’t recall...cactus have no leaves; and summer-heat bakes away all thought -- Yet, deserts, though little water, have an abundance of romance: wet kisses between the barbs. I met you in a season, 2 stray...

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Dream palms sprout, wetted by sweat. Like an eternal rainbow in the sand, Dubai entices the world. It’s not a mirage over the dunes, but a stunning truth of the spectacular opulence. The culture mixing in the palette of desert with tints and shades of all continents is sublime. Our forefathers with hopes flying like...

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So you can define a tree From a forest if its near But I cannot make you see And my words you cannot hear You destroyed a lilac grove You’re a beast with no remorse I don’t share your need to rove You’re the effect with no cause Now the Earth is yours forever Make it flat, cut off the trees Get your desert...

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the desert is mystically alluring at sunset, looking docile and safe few sights are as gorgeous as her evening skies of oranges and pinks those who know, do not venture out after dark for the desert is like a dangerous woman who looks unassuming but is anything but in the crooks and crevices of sand dunes and cacti there are...

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If a camel is the ship of the desert then speaking equally a ship is the camel of the sea altho' a camel can go without water for up to seven months a ship without water on which to float is neither a barque a barge nor boat as the camel needs food to get over the humps it seems like a dromedary conundrum to...

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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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