Short Sahara Poems
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Arid Land
Miracle Man
3/3/2025
Sahara Desert
Within this ocean of sand
Oasis’ exist
Earth is like a sheet of paper,
A4 size,
Deserts on Earth like zeros written on the paper,
Sahara in large fonts,
In small others!
Sacred oven like heat
A place where mirages thrive
Desert winds bloom high
Dreaming of rainfall, I pray
Tic Toc, that rain will quench
By Susan Mills
Oil and reach minerals
Reign in dictatorship
Fight with a group of gang
Dress in sahara reverse its winds
Interest in reign call all be in peace
Head is like a piece of land,
Long and short hairs,bushes and trees,
Black hairs,dark and deep,
White,light and leap,
No hairs,bald like Sahara keep!
succulent slender grass
sprouting from moist soil
morning Sun slowly rises
as gazelles run
across the Sahara plains
(This piece was published in Tanka Journal)
Poor man who thinks
real ample he is, so in vain
in front of Everest,
is simple dwarf,
in Sahara desert
a tiny grain... !
Happy birthday, dear Romina,
Arid land has a warm climate;
In the desert of Sahara,
The surrounding is so quiet.
Topic: Birthday of Romina G. Espinosa (March 22)
I was sent to the Sahara to find the best cactus
All I had to do was mark it
Someone else would remove it
Bringing it to the sound stage
Or the arboretum or wherever it was needed
Can't think of a more inhospitable place
The Sahara Desert has such a barren landscape
Yet people exist
Continue to subsist
It boggles the mind how it's a livable space
Pink Sahara in the sky;
clouds are dunes of sand.
I am watching shadows play
right into my hand.
Farewell, light of day.
Sky, a painted desert rose,
slowly fades away
The moors seduced
The Sahara Desert Mountains
Mastered the Mediterranean Sea
Keepers of the flame
Custodian of Egyptian knowledge
Their horses made of moonlight
The world shall never be the same
Let us move to a land where only flowers are cultivated,
gardens throughout the year remain full of flowers;
there men satisfy their hunger only on perfume
and satisfy their thirst of Sahara-soul in beauty.
As Time Goes By
Each grain of sand
On the waste of Sahara
Is a word spoken
A lover´s whisper
A story told and
A song sung.
And now lizards and
Snakes burrow under
The sand to
Escape the fierce sun.
Thrust a dagger into my heart
Thresh me with a flail
Lay me on a bed of thorns
Give me a chalice of hemlock
Burn me on a funeral pyre
Banish me to the Sahara...
And I will only smile,
Because I am in love!
Time in her daily hurry,
if she were a teen-age girl,
studying biology in college,
would make a poor fiancé.
Without virtue of patience
and values of courtship
she would be Sahara desert
with only one public oasis
Power of the Tongue
The tongue we know not
Is a good receptionist
But a poor postmaster
Though cold and wet
Full of fire and smoke it is
It sets ablaze the Savanna,
Forests and the Sahara
It destroys love-birds’ nests
And all is ashes
Socha tha tu hamara hoga...
dubte tinke ko jaise sahara hoga...
Socha tha ab nahe hoge tanhai se rubaru...
socha tha hoge fr nai zindagi shuru...
Lekin bhul gaye the kaha aati h khusiyaan hame raas... bus kevel tanhai hai aur rahege hamare pass...
The Sahara is another vast sea
Of zero-edge horizons
And remote hours of austerity
For "sailors" upon caravans
And the Sun beams mercilessly
And seems cruel to patrons
Until the Wind scoffs haggardly
And reshapes its art of dunes.
Limerick : Once a Baby found in a bucket
Once a Baby found in a bucket
Grew up to be tough as a biscuit
She took a desert trip
Sahara took a flip
(Some people take her/me for a nitwit)
That’s why biscuits taste sandy when bit.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
The sharp blade rips my soul
Handled by my masterpiece
My compass in the middle of the Sahara
And the flame of my bonfire in the harsh winter
I'm an experienced soldier, I've been through this before
And the seed with decades of effort?
It was planted in a rocky soil
Flying away as feathers is her smiling skirt
Blouse flaps itself as eagle wings in windy sky
Her legs tantalizing gazers as ripe sugar cane
With the eyes squinting as vale blue berries
And the hair like peeling off Sahara waste
Pelt men as horses in a poorly shot movie
Form:
a Page poet:)
your the one with the lyrical lips,
poetry spouting
a hip hop artist
ya.
you hit us with your moonsoon beats
Washing the Sahara floor
saving it from dry periods
Your the one who can spit............................
but sadly
I'm just a page poet:)
Flap your wings
Make every motion count
Make every dream last
When thousands of miles away, breathe
The warm soft air blowing your way
Far away from the Sahara
Even as you fly, you will stay connected
Strings attached, lives bonded
The butterfly effect, the human effect
Wild winds will whisk you away
To tomorrow's tempting today
She runs through ruins rapidly rogue
And violets vividly vouge
She styles the sand in the Sahara sun
And finds the ferocious frigid season fun
The wounderous wind is wherever you are
Learn to love the it's lusciousness