A Desert Flower Poem by Kateryna Polishchuk
A Desert Flower
All times are nothing if you`re dead,
And our pleasure is just pain,
If you don`t see the soul you had
And understand your love is main…
Among hot sand a flower lives
And sweetly smells, has crystal eyes.
Nobody in its life believes,
That`s why the flower always cries…
It speaks about beauty soul,
About thoughts of darkness bloom,
It is alive, it has a goal
To take its heart from evil gloom.
It is alone in tears Sea,
Its petals hide all lovers blame…
In sand of desert you can see
It cries inside of heartless flame.
It waits for rain from the sky
To tear flesh into the chunk,
Like your nightmare…even my,
Like Sea breaks ship that is just sunk.
It blooms for us to show the world
Of its miracles, mystery.
About it all poets told,
When wrote the poems and were free.
It is the end of desert spell, you done it very well Eka, you know what it kinda remind me about my poem Desert Rose...you done it in your nice approach, it really a very good poem_Unwritten Soul
Holy cow! How man! read this terrific poem of my fellow poet Kate as every line serves its purpose in the poem and makes it wholesome. It is alone in tears Sea, Its petals hide all lovers blame… Some! Some! Your poem is handsome! To ye, oh poet, hats off!
well written.... a desert flower, a candle, or the lone star that shines on the darkest night!
WOW. Perfect. A Heyday of your inner blossom blooming. Touching my heart and is reflecting a blink into your crystal eyes to remember you, there is somebody who believes in the Dessert Flower to dry the tears and heal the cries to make all mankind through her miracles wise... :)))
It is alive, it has a goal To take its heart from evil gloom. It blooms for us to show the world Of its miracles, mystery. the flower in the desert has an aim to remove the evil from this world. so noble idea dear Poetess. thank you.
So many things are evoked by this poem, mortality, love, time. Womnderful poem! ! !
It is alive, it has a goal To take its heart from evil gloom. It is alone in tears Sea, superb lines and hats off to the poet
The hot sand of our ego is everywhere and does not care if the wonderful flower of soul withers. But our soul is strong. it longs for rain, but it will not die and give us the sweetest of smells and sights if we just want to smell and look at it. Let's listen more to our soul and our life may bloom into a wonderful bouquet of adorable flowers. A very thought provoking poem, Ekaterina.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Wow, this poem is beautiful, you had me captivated from the title, looking forward to reading more