Mirage Poems

Cherry

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

Oblivion’s Comfort

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

MIRAGE OF CLARITY Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder

MIRAGE OF CLARITY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the side view mirror of the U-Haul,
my familiar world slips away, 
the verdant green hills of North Texas, 
lush and breathing, 
their whispers fading into dust.

We roll into the heart of the Permian Basin,
the lushness surrendering to the parched expanse. 
Flat is the land—yellow, ochre and brown;
the sagebrush and mesquite, stoic in

Desert Blindness

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

Mirage Of Memory

Ravaged by the sandstorm of time, 
future crumbles in debris
on the dwindling dunes of despair.
In the dust of dereliction, 
I find you fervently morphed 
into the mirage of memory.

Mirage of Sanity

I never said I was sane. I didn’t claim perfection no, I lean more towards distain. Compare, internalize, never share. Crazy, imperfect thoughts run everywhere but never straight. They don’t play the sane part long enough to call fun, so I can enjoy a day without feeling emotionally imprisoned. Sanity is not a noun that

My Sunflower

She flickers in the glass—
a glitch of golden déjà vu, 
The paint strokes—bright, wild yellow,
but no warmth leak through.

I sometimes reach
for her dimming leaves
that hum against my skin then disappear.
I pull back and smell
ash, when nothing’s charred.

There were twelve petals yesterday,
now, only eleven.
I wake up and count again.
Still eleven,
or maybe 
none. 
(I’m not sure if

Forgive me, childhood, sweet mirage of lost time

Forgive me, childhood, sweet mirage of lost time,
When I ran through fields with dreams tied to the blue sky,
There was a time when I believed your days were endless,
But the desire to grow up blinded me with its deceptive brilliance.
I was naive and didn't realize that every moment is a gift,
I wanted to embrace the

In a sea of time, seeking happiness like a mirage dancing on the horizon

In a sea of time, seeking happiness like a mirage dancing on the horizon,
people confess their desire like a secret, like a confession in the night,
and in their words hides a trembling of the soul, a shadow of bitterness,
because happiness becomes a project, a fragile construction of dreams,
an endless quest, like a journey to a

Post 2-0-2-4

Shock!
unreal, unshaken disbelief.
Choice!
the people spoke, 
democracy breathes.
What was promised—
a mirage,
a lie.
False hopes built to divide,
now shattered,
leaving many wide-eyed,
denied,
unrecognized,
lost in the wreckage of the unexpected.
Post 2-0-2-4
A reckoning.
A trauma.
A truth too sharp to ignore.

Disappointment

I smiled when I saw
The figure in front
I ran to get close
But only hugged smoke

MIRAGE

      all phantom landscape delirium that is made a fleeting false truth

The Contract, No More

It is her body by God, so they say,
But by man and by rite, she belongs to him.
The contract, black and white swirls, binding,
signed in ink that bleeds into chains.

He takes her as he pleases.
The decision is not hers to make.
Face buried, held by the ringed hand,
pressed into the pillow to smother resistance.

His knees split

Inside The Mirage

Is the distinction between
science and philosophy
nothing but
 illusion
Affirming what it wouldst 
certainly and firmly most deny
Proponents of formulaic truth
require a defense against critique
judgment unrelenting
as their proof is self-inured 
Science thus infallible
because its findings are collective
Their community not disposed
to answer
questions they will
— never ask

(Amtrak R5- February, 2025)

Joy, dewdrops as if on lotus leaf

Joy’s like dewdrops on lotus leaf
If you know not life’s subtle brief.

It’s dawn if I open eyes, 
If not, a darkling night,
The wise whose sun would not rise, 
There reigns enduring blight
All along, life of buts and if,
Joy’s like dewdrops on lotus leaf.

Life’s echo spreads no far
Like haply chirping birds,
As footsteps on sands are,
As on

• Short Mirage Poems
• Famous Mirage Poems
• Best Mirage Poems
• Read Mirage Poems
• Long Mirage Poems
• Mirage Quotes