The desert's silence held ancient whispers...
Write a poem using personification to give the desert a voice.
A sinister blow awashes the sand,
her howling gale socks me off my feet,
searing granuals cling to my glassy eyes,
tailoring a new gritty - hot - layer of sclera.
Her desolate palm lifts me up,
I rise with the heat,
to meet her harsh gaze,
beaming on my fast wilting flesh.
She cackles at me like a Jeep.
But I'm too high up now to leap.
I was urged to beware her dire exhale.
Not to get caught...
Feel the sand
In between my toes
“Are you sure
Are you ready?”
No, I’ll never be
But my history
Is not going to distored
Due to myself
Read the hieroglyphics￼
“Tell my story”
With the pain
And your stains
I tell my epic
For my mom
So with all due respect
Stop ignoring hieroglyphics
And I hope you’re miserable
Because you made mine...
Sometimes I wish to return
To the desert valleys
Of the dry heat
That is Central Arizona
As a young child
Going somewhere new
From the gloomy east
To the evershining west
Living in the eye
The eye of red mountains
That danced, a sight to see
All the weekends
I stared at red skies
And the Skies stared back at me
As I wondered, what I was
Were they speaking to me maybe?
The desert silence held ancient whispers…
The sound of the wind brushing over the sand…
Pulling the grains above the warm earth…
They pierce the plants that rise above eye level…
Filling the air with a symphony of swishing and pitter patters…
The lonely cry of a lonely coyote calling for its long lost mate joins the canopy…
The swish of a wing rises to join the growing noise…
A slither of a king c...
The desert’s silence held ancient whispers
The desert’s wind whistled a calming poem
The desert’s heat put a blanket around those who were lost
The desert’s sand warned me to always check before I step
The desert’s lack of water scorned my foolishness
The desert’s blanket started to suffocate me
The calming poem turned into a raging poet
The ancient whispers became lost...
The desert tells of many things
Of creatures rattling and born with wings,
At night above the raging sand
The wind blows whistling like a band,
Speaking nothings of past and present
Telling creatures of times too pleasant,
Of sand pressed by water
Of beasts drived by slaughter,
Fins and gills of monsters unknown
Things that can only be found in stone,
Today the sands stand still here
Today the san...
The desert’s silence held ancient
Whispers of a civilization long lost.
Remnants of past times long forgotten.
Life once florrished here,
Now burried under the sand.
Green as far as the eyes can see,
Fresh air provided by the endless trees breathe.
Where man and nature lived in harmony.
History suggests that Man got too greedy and fought countless battles over power and cities.
Perhaps that is wh...
There was a time prior to this that I carried my thoughts with me
Now, alas, the damnation of mediocrity has grabbed hold of my feet
With rolling yellow hills and winds that carry nothing
The desert has a habit, of calling out our bluffing
For I am not the first that has lived in this broken home
If you peer closely you’ll see, the desert made up of broken bones
Because when all of us are done en...
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