Short Desiccated Poems
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a pallid pool
leaves and flotsam
lethargic, desiccated
as if waiting for
a giant spoon to stir them
what if it all freezes
arbitrary… random…
… deconstructed…
… holocaust … whatever…
…disemboweled…
… desiccated
Cold winter is here
Radiant snow covered ground
Desiccated air
Candy cane fragrant aroma
Winter bringing out the best
DRINK MY OASIS
In life, morphed desert
Desiccated, you chase mirage
My heart melts
Come, drink my oasis.
March 2, 2019
Life desiccated derelict in the desolate desert
Infuses perennial peace of placid oasis in heart
Feels in serene essence the spiritual sublimity
Emanating from the heavenly horizon of divinity.
Like the last leaves of autumn
Scattered to the four winds
Our love is drifting away
Like a desert river
Long run dry
Our love is desiccated
Like the winter landscape
Stark and bare
Our love is Barren
Form:
I won’t stop trudging
on the desiccated last mile
till I reach the embrace of bliss
waiting for me in the niche
of the promised oasis.
July 14, 2021
Contest : Bite Size Poem No 12
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
Leveling up on serpentine curves —
Dust-coated and desiccated — crossroads:
Inebriated with floods, one length;
Darkened with fumes of a puking mountain,
The other stretch;
Gale-powdered face of one breath stares at the
Rumbling belly of the fourth.
A suppurating crater
festers and gapes
in my heart
desiccated by hordes
of plunderers
who gorge on marrow
enshrouded in crevices
where love pleads
for refuge and succour
before gelid goons
controlling a pedigree
of sycophants
reframed to shield
their masters
from imagined devilry.
DESICCATED LIFE
Life desiccates you
My heart melts on your hot dune
Drink my oasis.
In surging sand storm
Sun scorches your slim shadow
Recline in my arms.
If clouds burst in mind
Torrent of rain you can’t hold
Flow it in my eyes.
April 3, 2018.
In the sordid sky above my wasteland life,
clumps of gloomy cloud hovered glossless.
In their lengthening shadow,
a desert grew in my desiccated being.
In the dune of my devout desire,
God made an oasis for me.
______________
April 26, 2023
Contest : Bite Size Contest No. 62
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
I should have when I could have but did not,
In retrospect I missed a chance or two.
I see it now! If only then I knew -
I would have given life a better shot!
But who has time to waste on reminisce?
Past's desiccated dust settled by Now,
Long overdue wholehearted weary vow -
Time in and of itself one should not miss.
I see you little flower
Bright and quick
Spiralling in your own
Desiccated gown
Of earth and dust
Sadness grows
In the crack of broken
Concrete
Calling to
My pedestrian
Tendencies
Careful
Once
Meted out
I will
Trample around your
Petaled face
As I lumber through
The
The streets
In the
Cold light of morning
The flowers have died back,
back into a darkening sun.
I did not see them wither
they fell between the light.
The blooms have slipped sideways
the way dead things do
when not tied down.
I did not see their passing,
I only saw the knuckled joints
of the dry stems
opening desiccated florets,
a last unraveling
of the no longer there.
"Confetti"
Dreams just dreams;
Sweet Neapolitan
Ice cream cool
Blueberry eyes
Strawberry Crush
Smiles
lick cherry ripe red lips
cheeks flushed
burning blushes
desiccated life
toasted
before stealing a
long kiss
you’re burning
supine
Mine
velvet skinned
all mine
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2020)
Be laid:
with your private wounds
beside me.
For otherness.
Can you come out from?
your flesh, and watch
the ribs, becoming
infrasonic ?
The desiccated dreams,
inhaling the fire,
drinking pain. You have
come full circle.
Can you describe the
journey of dead souls ?
Without tears ? Are you
going to reject the end ?
The ruins are always a beauty.
Satish Verma.
And now we come to the special cases:
You know, they are at the edge of the living,
Questionable that they fit the classification
Just a little red gristle at the articulations
Very desiccated, like pampas grass
Flopping like straw umbrellas
Non-speaking specimens,
What can they be thinking -
If anything?
Cradle one in your arms;
Isn’t it sad
What you think of them
Someone thinks of you
I have heard the autumn boughs cry
Handling over their love letters to white wind
Letters they wrote to spring during ageing winters
Spring busy in flowering gave a brief glance
The green poems inscribed were left heart-broken
And abandoned to rustle upon desiccated terrains
Date-1/04/2019
Contest-Writing Challenge 6 ,March 2019,-6 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Dear Heart
Hours nibble at a back strain.
Tenuous strings were tugged
lifting water bottles.
You wonder how weak and fragile
you are. How vulnerable to
those ancient red tides within
that can bend your iron like plasticine,
turn you into a crooked question mark.
Quartered by straining horses,
neural fibers alliterate a thrumming fugue
upon a desiccated elastic band;
one now stretched far too taut.
Fair weather friend,
Thou art a beguiling trench
So deep your carvings burrow
That the gorge, like a ghost's cravenly respite,
Stares at my face every morn and night,
And I, a childless brazen woman,
Wander along the narrow path of servility
Of fear and pain,
And the nuances of passion
Has desiccated my body
To a state of apathy
That is forever succumbing
To what is known as the murderer of happiness.
Copyright © Iman Roy
I posed no questions
before my erroneous conception
I never asked to be or not to be
Serenading deserted streets with dirges
exploring absence in back alleys
reciting Ophelia’s soliloquy from memory
my words wasted in a world poisoned by apathy
Wearily I lay myself down
in the dust of desiccated dreams
whispering the single syllable
of your name so sweet
like black cherry bourbon and chocolate
hoping you might hear me
amid the din of decadence
Above the desiccated desert
an aureate sun sets
leaving the sky glowing cherry red
as if an endless fire burns through the night
lighting the parched world below
rejuvenating new life into the land
to survive the next's day's torturous heat
desiccated: thoroughly dried out
lacking vitality or spirit; lifeless
preserved by removing natural moisture
aureate: having the deep slightly brownish color of gold
7/12/2017
DRY SUMMER
On Harcourt Hill the summer grass is parched and desiccated
All dry and flaxen neath the beating sun, its message carried
To teachers’ throats to give a thirst, a craving unabated
For College now is designated: ‘campus dry’ and arid
But when this season’s over and the sun’s becoming mellow
And classrooms echo vacantly with words select and wise
Then, temperance repealed, with soft tones as a solo cello
Some sweet and blest libations will restore, revitalise.
In my deserted life emotions desiccated desolate,
but I knew in you was nestled a calm niche of bliss,
in the recess of your remote heart I couldn’t locate.
In my deserted life emotions desiccated desolate,
I knew with a gracious oasis for me you would wait,
soulful serene solace in sated measure I won’t miss.
In my deserted life emotions desiccated desolate,
but I knew in you was nestled a calm niche of bliss.
November 20, 2020
Contest : Graciousness
Sponsor : Mohan Chutani
Unlike love story
Sweet dawn you are not
in your embrace I`m not reborn.
A night with you gives birth to bitter regret.
A promise to not seek you out
will not help,
I love you more than life itself.
Nightfall brings long shadows
irresistible your allure,
Our lair is not feathering of tenderness
but thorns of demanding ferocity.
A pact we made in a church that reeked of burnt wicks.
desiccated roses and the redolence of death.
Our love is agony,
we can´t but clawing us asunder