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Water and Gold
by Michael R. Burch

You came to me as rain breaks on the desert
when every flower springs to life at once,
but joy's a wan illusion to the expert:
the Bedouin has learned how not to want.

You came to me as riches to a miser
when all is gold, or so his heart believes,
until he dies much thinner and much wiser,
his gleaming bones hauled off by chortling thieves.

You gave your heart too soon, too dear, too vastly;
I could not take it in; it was too much.
I pledged to meet your price, but promised rashly.
I died of thirst, of your bright Midas touch.

I dreamed you gave me water of your lips,
then sealed my tomb with golden hieroglyphs.

Published by The Lyric, Black Medina, The Eclectic Muse, Kritya (India), Shabestaneh (Iran), Anthology of Contemporary American Poetry, Captivating Poetry (Anthology), Strange Road, Freshet, Shot Glass Journal, Better Than Starbucks, Famous Poets and Poems, Sonnetto Poesia, Poetry Life & Times

Keywords/Tags: Water, rain, desert, flower, joy, oasis, illusion, mirage, Bedouin, miser, Midas, gold, golden, bones, rich, riches, thieves, heart, price, cost, thirst, tomb, hieroglyphs
Kyle McClure Jan 27
bursted rocky ash,
streamers of magma flash their lights,
soft grass roots the back,
eyes lock spectrums of opacity,
dark matter is the curtain.

twitching leg muscles,
misplaced nerve endings,
electric waves pulse,
zapping harvest moon and man,
night is a double sided photograph,
dark and light,
boxed in, trapped, blind,
open windows, fields, signs,

cut tree frozen in freefall,
eternity seeing fake falling trees,
pressure cooker in the forehead,
explosive wired circuitboard,
cord pulled from wall,
Valentin Jan 5
And she walks naked to the oasis
I am watching her stepping forward
Her **** is reflecting in the water
The sun is shining over her skin
Her dark hair are getting wet
And she dives into the water
Before disappearing with the oasis
Äŧül Sep 2019
The world doesn't hate me
It's too indifferent, you see...

Gusts of hot winds of change
They still remain hot and torrid...

It's like I walk alone in a desert
Your love is my oasis...
My HP Poem #1767
©Atul Kaushal
mae Aug 2019
I'm your paradise surrounded by a drought.
Only you are mesmerized in the sunlight,
Unfortunately for you, you are about to die.
I can't save you,
Because I am a figment of your imagination.
I am the desert in disguise.
Dehydrating you with my lies.
The expression of my love, I am disguise as a savior, to distract you from living
Sarah Aug 2019
in a world filled with clamor and chaos
only she could quell my anxious heart
in her gaze I found my oasis
through her touch I found my home
with her kiss I found my heaven
Anastasia Jun 2019
fire in her lungs
dust in her mouth
keep going,
keep going
to the south

and tan
in the sand
her red

an imperfect daughter
looking for water
each step.

sand in clothes
in her hair
twixt her toes
she runs
with her red converse.

will she ever come across
an oasis, lost
or will her bones
stay hidden,
in the sand.
Katie Wilson Apr 2019

Noel sits
and strums
and picks guitar

a masterpiece
within his mind
within his soul
one that will
live forever

while Liam prowls
and hangs
monkey like
his hair and
beard are long
his beady eyes alive

each a spark
each a light
that sometimes
comes to blows
and fights

I shut my eyes
and listen
no other sound
Krystle OBrien Apr 2019
Soil in your palms
Seeds in its depth
Care and warmth
Water and light
Growth of life
Sprouting from the earth
Awake inspiration
A new home
Lush and full
Green and soulful
An oasis
Welcoming Spring
Stephen James Mar 2019
Oasis is on;
Wonderwall—why do i feel
i should sing along?
a haiku
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