Short Cacti Poems

Cacti silhouettes
Arms reaching
Upward praising
Day and night
Appreciating God...

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Fraught with fiercest spines, 
Forbidding—yet flaunting such
Flamboyant flowers—...

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betwixt fold of dunes
ladybirds learn lullaby ---
caressing cacti 

06 April 2023...

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blossoms form pollen 
cacti turn charming spring buds ---
unpredictable 


09 May 2022...

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bold bright butterfly
flies far from fragrant flowers
rests on dried cacti


13 August 2021...

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parched scorching wasteland
green cacti grow gray dry die ...
birds sing on them still


15 March 2022...

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Seen and Scenes

two old red tractors
orchard, trees and red apples
desert cacti blooms

Robert J. Lindley, 5-03-2018
Haiku...

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A single bloom on a thorny cacti
Cheerful and resilient. 
Scorching sun beating strong
Wild flower’s heart  stout and proud
O’er the barren land....

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Sad cacti envy
my nomadic mystery
wanderer
leaving no traces
of ever
having been
there


©9/23/2018

for LATE SEPTEMBER 2018 PREMIERE CONTEST...

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mountains morph pink
cacti formations cool
as Summer sun sets…
Doc Holliday and Earps ‘sup
pan de campo and beans

2/18/2022
A BRIAN STRAND TANKA...

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Wily and creative in life, terrorizing in death
Understated breathless anticipation prances forth
jiggling quarts of kangaroo cacti exasperating my zany mother...

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stripped forest stands bald
cacti buds hold their heads high ---
restless vezhambals 


N.B:
In Kerala Vezhambal bird suggests the endless waiting for rain
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More than one cactus plant is called a cacti
Must follow that a bunch of fungus are called fungi
Sounds kind of Asian
If I may be so brazen
The only thing left that rhymes with cacti is magpie...

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In the desert, succulents sun themselves; they’ve no need to work.

Full of drink they bask; playing Opossum for predatory eyes.

Any flower, wild or in a garden, must be jealous.


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15-25 words photo promt  of a picture in the desert
from http://allpoetry.com/amyrowsell

hot, dry, sunny, day 
it is nature's way
lizards, cacti, and foxes too
pain, ongoing, never ending, 
thirst, craving you...

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I feel the warm wind 
as it comes from the desert 
dry as sand paper 

It carries with it 
the smell of dust and flowers 
Cacti are in bloom 

Short in their season 
Resplendent in their color 
Jewels of the desert...

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How anger steams the desert sand;
Dead bodies sprawled about the land, 
Beaks tear while cacti grimly stand.

Among the dead he is alive;
Devouring one-two-three-four-five,
Another fall - ten more arrive

October 2, 2014...

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For a mere twenty-two dollars you can buy one of these.
I turn to see decapitated doll heads; some have blood dripping from them.
They have cacti and other plants growing out of their hollowed-out heads.
I can barely believe my luck. Only twenty-two dollars?...

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When I see all my plants lying in the sun, 
I like to count them all, one by one.

First I spy my cacti, I think there was three,
My tulips… Aaaah! I’m being chased by a bee! 

When I see all my plants lying in the sun, 
I like to count them all, one by one....

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When I see all my plants lying in the sun, 
I like to count them all, one by one.

First I spy my cacti, I think there was three,
My tulips… Aaaah! I’m being chased by a bee! 

When I see all my plants lying in the sun, 
I like to count them all, one by one....

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Come to me
like never ending pain.
I will wait till eternity.

        *

    Wing pierced, like
butterfly amidst cacti,
still trying to reach your lips.

        *

    I carry the fragrance
of fallen jessimines on grass,
white as the morning snow.


Satish Verma...

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Olive green bottle garden
once beautified her perfect patio.
Resplendent with venust foliage
and pretty alpine flowering cacti.
Sadly, with declining mobility
its owner no longer ventures outdoors.
Now grungy, its only visitors
are two defecating pigeons....

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it resides on the southern side of houses
 that are filled with cacti and other succulents.

 it reflects in between chagal moons
 and smoldering cigerette butts.

 i saw it once under a lamp along the 
 roadway just after it rained along cheklov
 and 12th st, it was  so surreal and beatiful....

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The wild stallion's whinny echos across the harsh, dry canyons,
The sun dries the lands, leaving only cacti,
But the cowboy, strong and proud sits on his mighty stallion,
The king of the Badlands,
The coyote whimper as he passes,
The snakes slither away at his step,
All bow to him,
King of the Badlands....

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The little pink cactus flower
abides among green spiky thons.
The mountains are blue,
all distance is a long ride on a blue horse.
Rocky sand-drifts crash like painted waves
upon a dazzled eye.
I am here, I am there
I am between a stretch of nowhere
a place where cacti are road signs
for many pathless ways....

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