Dry Land Poems - Poems about Dry Land

In sixty-five and half years been Lock-in love with you again And again, our marriage soft-land Dreamland at times and times dryland Those Valentines' gifts counterpoise Disclose your feelings and expose Your desire to not reinsure Anymore your love for me, bore ...

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A mental landscape of shifting sand dunes. an intimation that something may be worth writing, A scrabbling creature crawls bedraggled out from a saturated darkness. A Scarab beetles shadow takes hesitant form. Watch as words ripple above infertile ground, see how serpentine they flow. Yet another poem about Creation is arriving. Adam is sewing pants out of banana leaf's for Eve. The young man is...

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I'm here looking at the sky, cultivating the sun on my skin... in inspiration ...

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Our Dry land, dry lives non-existent spring yet the cactus blooms......

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Backwoods, cracked dry land yet exists spring time blooming... wild cactus flowers...

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If there was a someone, An island upon which to rest, I'd beach myself so gladly, From this ocean I detest, Be my refuge from the tides, They drag me under often, I wish to wake upon dry land, Marooned at daylight's dawning. If your arms are my salvation, I'll shipwreck this drowning heart, Be glad to wade through waves, To make a brand new start, There...

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The veins in the leaf are molecules that transport water along with sugar - you say where, to the brain, to what, the nuclease of what the plant is, what? The soil is only so deep, large trees dig deep, small flowers don't have the capacity. There is a dichotomy, there is a richness, a beauty, a...

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Feet on dry land, breathing fresh air, Fire and water entwine Behold how love with love does pair Bliss pulsations divine Everywhere grace abounds Within, Ohm gong resounds As each life breath astounds God’s candle stand Feet on dry land 12-July-2022 Quietus ...

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The who choose to live in a dry land must live a very dry life--- too parched to sing, too dried out by what they call 'reason' to see, to see they have made it hollow, a partial thing, a blind thing.... They have made their world so arid even hope itself is scorched, whilst the human is left desiccated, no...

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The Lake Side Church David J Walker The Lake Side Church reminds me That Jesus walked on water Jesus fed fish to the Uncounted multitudes Jesus calling out to Peter and his brothers to abandon their boats and nets and follow Him The Lake Side Church reminds me God separated the Waters from the dry lands in the same way He parted ways with...

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At the end of the day as the large orange orb sank into the distance a misty pink glow sat upon the western sky in the stillness of the evening where not even a whisper of wind dared break the silence the oppressive heat of the day had slowly dissipated as dusk settled cooling the baked ground the summer heat blanched the grass, flowers and shrubs wilted they hungered...

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"A STARFISH ON DRY LAND" she’s filled in the empty space of my bed. she’s just given me all of her pain as she rests her head on my chest. she’s here. her hair is curled and full of the love she thought was gone. in a few minutes, I’ll kiss her goodnight and we’ll be one again. typewriters last and the owls fly...

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Sorrow drowns on dry land Standing at a distance, staring at staggered lines on a rock face outcropping buried deep beneath an ancient rose garden Corroded iron bars chained and bolted, left for dead as brittle petals find a funnel cloud forming and dance in a whirlwind mosaic Disguised bold lettering of forgotten fonts curl and peel as bark from a crying birch tree waits...

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Searching through the memories lost deep within my heart. Of someone I no longer know that long ago did part. The mornings gathered years of dust. As the future I no longer trust. Embracing tides that washed away. That dust that gathered in the day. Left empty slates to start anew. But emptiness is all that grew. Another page of lost horizons on...

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Please don’t rock the boat as you have before. It is an awfully long swim to shore. Our boat has gone out with the last tide. I would like to get safely to the other side. The wind has caught our sails as we are moving along. If we stay afloat, then we can do no wrong. I will not rest...

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