Desiccated Poems - Poems about Desiccated

...Yesterday was hot, it nailed its peeling skin to a desiccated air. This morning, rain is falling, but it has yet to land - a weightbearing sky creaks though it does not break. Above straini......

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... The wheels of the chaotic times churn for them the sands of crushed dreams in the desert of desiccated life, settling frenzied on the unstratified fragile structure of the disorganized dunes ......

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... Inspired by Bob Dylan song : Make You Feel My Love The sparkling dawn lights bright My heart’s horizon of longing in glow Spreads the sunburst colors of delight On my love’s sparkling ......

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... The sparkling dawn serenely veneers my heart’s horizon with halcyon hues, spreads the sunburst tinges of my timeless yearning, and paints a golden garden in my heart’s canvas, bloom......

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... The splendor of blossoming flower lies in the petals of the unfurling buds, as the shower of spring’s spectrum of colors saturates the latticed wings of butterflies. Their charm surrounds the......

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... The winds of change blow harsh in crushing time’s unidirectional course, waft from an unseen end to another unknown. The momentum they gather from the ordained power increases ever ......

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... the titular touch of sunburst dawn chromatic and moon masked night argentine builds the bud layer on layer the blooming design of ......

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... parched buds in shriveled sapling desolate bloom dreams in desiccated dunes as the aureate sun masks the mirage chased taking the sco......

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... down the desiccated spine of the sepia valley scouring the serrated slopes of the jagged rocks you disappeared like a swan ......

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...I think the beauty in living comes along when we shirk our heavy coats And our white-knuckle approximation of old, flake-away skin, which we have Stapled back onto ourselves— The faces we’ve taugh......

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... The cacophony of egocentric edicts, intoned within the noise of existential commotion, doesn’t return reflected in harmonic resonance from the serene sensuous screen, to where it ......

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... The dry stem of a lonesome vine of vivacity, now painfully curled, rooted frozen, entwining the desiccated verdant veins, sways chilled in the winter wind of desolation. The sleeping passio......

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... The turning wheel of time stirs up the dust of disarray, that settles in the crumbling cauldron of disordered life of illusion. In the maiming moments of disdained dejection, truth tumble......

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... I dived into the cauldron of magical potion, drank to the full the elixir that in an instant turned me into an entranced wizard. And I saw … In the desolate seashore of secluded island, p......

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... Lure of mirage in deranged dunes, dances in dandelion rhythm with oasis dream, illusion inscribed in sane sands of time, sliding continuum with desiccated travail, thirst unquenched, ......

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