Short Wasteland Poems
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I saw a tree like a mushroom blooming
Producing awesome power
An infertile wasteland
Written by: Brenda V Northeast
March 12, 2012
The land lies silent
Beneath the icy embrace
Trees stand still, statues
Whisper of life now dormant
Yet hope lingers in the cold
The righteous
may struggle
the righteous may fall
But Hell
only exists
— in a place without love
(1st Book Of Prayers: April, 2024)
WASTELAND?
‘Waste not!’ is an admonition
Scribed on wood, stone and ceramics
Made an impossible mission
By the second law of thermodynamics
this dry wasteland
longs for your shades beneath
a copper of stars,
while those flowing eyes
become love’s oasis.
Tanka 3 of Andrea Dietrich
27 March 2015
There once was a witch from a wasteland
Who had a poisoned mouth and hand
Whatever she touched
Turned into rust or to dust
Her breath made everything sand
My parched wasteland waits
The rains love makes would come soon
Spread a green meadow
I would traverse to reach you
In the moist depth of my heart.
August 20, 2017.
On a charred olive-
branch, a dove gazing alone.
Gory war wasteland.
Moist eyes barely holding pain,
being a sole survivor.
Date: 04/14/2017
Ravage our monuments,
empowered dissidents.
Endless entitlements,
from spineless governments.
In this era unplanned,
by fathers of the land.
Divided we stand,
in moral wasteland.
To Eden
...men came.
With machines of fire
Roses of Desire did the same.
To Blacken the Sands for Years.
A fortress of Praise:
To quite a Rage in a garden of Eden
A Wasteland of Man.
Haiku 107
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The Wasteland Incarnadine
winter afternoon
01.13.2014
Incarnadine, by Mary Szybist, is the 2013 National Book Award Winner
for Poetry.
What are the roots that clutch,
What branches grow out of this stony rubbish?
Girl of women,
Boy of man,
Or guess,
For you know only a heap of broken images,
Where the sun beats down on this wasteland.
You are a dust devil;
a dervish whirlwind
in the wasteland,
a chaos wild and free.
You are the restless wind
stirring a swirling trance;
a wild romance blooming
like a short-lived desert flower.
Inherited
severance
The saddest
probate
A wasteland
of love
A garden
of hate
A dark
segregation
Divorced
in our bane
To separately
covet
What little
— remains
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
World,
barbaric, unnatural
falling, decaying, failing
Technology, Society, Trees, Oceans
regenerating, flourishing, rebuilding,
instinctive, civilized
Wasteland.
We go crazy in the head, when you lie with lie in bed.
All are green lights, you don't see red !
No conscience cricket chirps in your calm corrupted head.
To wither in a wasteland, we are being led.
(11.08.2023)
The roses are dead
And the violets are too
Happy Valentine's.
My cold empty heart
Is but a barren wasteland
No more room for you.
Goodbye my lover
But perhaps we'll meet again
In a dream some day
days pass
times past,
glide by,
so slow
is life in the
shadow:
lyrical times
long forgotten
absences no
more remembered:
a blank future
lies ahead,
an empty wasteland
of cold years
The Wasteland
Through Gobi
I walked
Alone
Dislike
Smelly camels
A pilgrimage
God and I
In this dramatic
Vastness
Journey no
Wasted
Came out of this
Enormous
Real estate
Knew a lot
About sand
In shoes.
The pendulum swings wider
both right and then left
Those things that divide us
fomenting unrest
The wasteland between
what was once common ground
A minefield of mutual exclusion
— profound
(The New Room November, 2024)
The time gone
Do not spill my blood.
On wasteland
Do not bury my last scream
In a grave.
I will walk softly
Across the screen
Leave no trace.
Only a whisper.
In the years to come
You will hear an echo
Recalling my name.
I AM THE DESERT
WAITING FOR RAIN
I THIRST FOR YOU
IT'S DRY AND HARSH
THIS SEASON OF LONGING
HOLDING BACK TEARS
FOR LACK OF MOISTURE
THE AIR IS ARID
STINGS MY FACE
THIS PASSION IS UNQUENCHED
DYING FROM DEHYDRATION.
2000
Mist of Time
Do not spill my blood
On wasteland
Do not bury my last scream
In a grave.
I will walk softly
Across the screen leave no trace
Just a whisper… and
In years to come you will hear
An echo, recalling my name.
SLOW AND RESTLESS
THE WIND BLOWS
ACROSS THE MILES
THE SUN SHOWS
ITS WRETCHED FACE
FOR ALL TO SEE
BRIGHT AND HORRID
SUCKING LIFE
THE SAND BURNS
MY FEET
THIS DESERT HAS DRAINED ME
I CAN GO NO FURTHER
IN THIS BARREN WASTELAND.
Your smile shined
moonbeam lattice
rippled rhapsody
in my heart.
I trek forlorn
in twilight
wasteland path
the last mile.
January 14, 2021
Word count : 20
Contest : 20-Word Max-Do It With Feeling
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