The desert was hot, barren, lost and forgotten. I sat, surrounded by sand and by sunshine that shone down in a halo of heat. Far off in the distance I saw you. Saw your shadow grow in the setting sun and saw your black hair shoot through the continuous nothingness. There you were; my oasis.
McKenna
the land stretched out for miles. The sun, low on the horizon, caught small bumps and rills along the sand, creating shadows.
the land was empty, barren. this is the world that we live in now. there used to be life here but life is no longer present on Earth. Mars is the new home now. And it will be the same cycle again and again. Mars, Earth, Venus.
Cookie
We’ve lost everything. There’s nothing left, but a husk and the place it should have been. The loss hits softly and abruptly. It’s the pang of something that will never be.
mune
The worst news she could have received was still waiting on her desk in that ridiculous manilla folder.
She couldn’t look.
It had been dropped casually on the desk,
Slightly on an angle,
Without any proper care,
But her test results would change her life forever.
we can make barren lands fertile by prolong use of manure,watering daily,chemical fertilizers but it depends upon
the climatic conditions . but we need to be patient to get the ultimate output
I glance around at the barren landscape. They say life is full of surprises. It is. I surprise myself by smiling. Because, I know that I can get hope and happiness of the land. I know it.
Unable to continue the cycle of life
she hung herself from a tree
cc
Barren. arid. unable to have children. dried up land. empty desolate loneliness with nothing in it why is it so scary to salt the earth and not have anything grow for a hundred years? it’s different
Sabrina
your breasts are void of life my dear, your mouth is dry, youve become an abandoned building in the middle of an industrial park, and youve lost your teeth like thrown in windows so that you cant reflect the sun anymore, cant shine like gold once or twice a day.
The desserts of Mars are cold, red, and dark. Full of stony outcroppings and iron filled gravel. The imaginations of the earthlings below fill the planet with ghostly green beings of illusion.
Isaac Sloan
Barren, ugh, this is a sad word. The first thing that comes to mind is a barren woman, maybe because I’ve been reading too much Old Testament lately. All those barren women. But then God would make them fruitful against all odds, so it seems as if barrenness is a metaphor he likes to use.
THere is a frighening wish on my bellly. a fertile plea of pleasing foully folly. on my belly is a whimper or a cataclysmic jumper, don’t you wish upon a fellow on my bum. kiss everything.
I felt touched and let the world touch me. touch the things that touch you.
connected the spaces between the trees.
leah
She was full of life
she was full of death
she was full of a head of people
she had and had not met
she was unsure
she was so scared
she was unsure she was
the only one there..
Katie
There is no sun that shines within you. Instead, thee is a dark, barren land where the friendless go to lose themselves. The air smells like dead fish.
Genevieve
The deserted wasteland lay still and silent. Not even the birds seemed welcome there. Despite the round white sun hovering above, the land seemed gray. It would be easy, too easy, to lose yourself in the landscape and never come back.
Genevieve
a nickname for ben marren used by his mates to describe who he is. the name comes from putting the letter from his first name to the start of his second name giving
him the name barren
Kev Moore
All around the blossoms whirled on mischievous wisps of air, celebrating life and beauty, a veritable display of fertility and hope. The cat chased the petals, jumping, bouncing and diving to capture them, as if to harvest some of that life for herself, barren as she was, a victim of the surgeons knife.
empty place…..like a desert…..no vegetation is possible……unfertile….mostly place for dacoits to carry on their operations.
anindya ghosh
Desolation, isolation. Barren fields that were once full of hopes and dreams now diminished and full only of squalor. This is the wreckage and aftermath. Someday soon, a child will come along and plant a lonely seed. Just a tiny seed of hope. But that seed will be the only chance of saving anything.
straights, a lone ranger stands in subtle awe of the destitution of his own soul. ?A crow circles the sky calling it’s companions.
kateri
With a landscape so barren, and a heart so cold.
I had no idea where I was suppose to go.
Who do I talk to? What would I say?
Tessa
The land was barren, a desert, and I had realized…I was lost, and there was no way of getting back to civalization, the war had once again separated me from my family and I was going to meet my fate here
Izzy
The ground was barren and all effort to aid in food cultivation proved frutile. Our hope was, that after buying the property, we would be able to set up a food farm, but that was not to be.
The wasteland was as barren as my grandmother had become. There was no life to be seen. Not a spark of green among the brown. Just nothing. It stretched in front of me like a great sea, and I wished it were. For water, I would have wished for anything.
See that woman sitting on the porch? Her name is Jill. Jill wanted children ever since she was young. She wanted to love another human being with as much intensity that she loved herself with, and even more. She wanted to give her fleshlings the same great childhood her parents gave her. She wanted to be a mother. Jill would never be a mother though. For Jill’s womb was barren…and it always would be.
My thoughts are as barren as the desk before me, populated only by dust and fingerprints. How I wish I could write, and if not that, how I wish I could sleep.
This page is going to be barren. I am not going to write again. So there.
Rahul
The warm white rock felt good under her strong brown feet. Above her the soaring red tail hawk screeched as he dove to a running rabbit in the pale sage brush. The green valley below shimmered with the early morning hay irrigation….these images took her away from the travels of her simmering heart.
skylarkin
most of the world has become barren in the sense that our forests are disappearing and general robbing of beauty. even if arid regions are tampered with, I would call it barren. there is beauty in nature.
Rahul
Alice was barren and she would remain that way. The fallout had left her less than a woman in her mind, and she was angry. Angry enough to build a cobalt bomb. The aliens responsible for this would suffer unimaginable anguish.
Somewhere or someone incapable of supporting life. For example, a barren desert, nothing will grow there. A barren woman’s uterus, no babies will grow there.
Cait Fahy
For hours I’ve been walking through this barren forest. The trees were withered and the grass was no longer green. Everything about this place is dead. Just like me.
The desert was hot, barren, lost and forgotten. I sat, surrounded by sand and by sunshine that shone down in a halo of heat. Far off in the distance I saw you. Saw your shadow grow in the setting sun and saw your black hair shoot through the continuous nothingness. There you were; my oasis.
the land stretched out for miles. The sun, low on the horizon, caught small bumps and rills along the sand, creating shadows.
the land was empty, barren. this is the world that we live in now. there used to be life here but life is no longer present on Earth. Mars is the new home now. And it will be the same cycle again and again. Mars, Earth, Venus.
We’ve lost everything. There’s nothing left, but a husk and the place it should have been. The loss hits softly and abruptly. It’s the pang of something that will never be.
The worst news she could have received was still waiting on her desk in that ridiculous manilla folder.
She couldn’t look.
It had been dropped casually on the desk,
Slightly on an angle,
Without any proper care,
But her test results would change her life forever.
we can make barren lands fertile by prolong use of manure,watering daily,chemical fertilizers but it depends upon
the climatic conditions . but we need to be patient to get the ultimate output
I glance around at the barren landscape. They say life is full of surprises. It is. I surprise myself by smiling. Because, I know that I can get hope and happiness of the land. I know it.
Unable to continue the cycle of life
she hung herself from a tree
Barren. arid. unable to have children. dried up land. empty desolate loneliness with nothing in it why is it so scary to salt the earth and not have anything grow for a hundred years? it’s different
your breasts are void of life my dear, your mouth is dry, youve become an abandoned building in the middle of an industrial park, and youve lost your teeth like thrown in windows so that you cant reflect the sun anymore, cant shine like gold once or twice a day.
The desserts of Mars are cold, red, and dark. Full of stony outcroppings and iron filled gravel. The imaginations of the earthlings below fill the planet with ghostly green beings of illusion.
Barren, ugh, this is a sad word. The first thing that comes to mind is a barren woman, maybe because I’ve been reading too much Old Testament lately. All those barren women. But then God would make them fruitful against all odds, so it seems as if barrenness is a metaphor he likes to use.
mary looked at the stick,
sighed with relief,
and prayed
“find another womb to haunt,
i am not just a vessel.
unless he will come to save us
from your sons,
i want no part in redemption.
amen.”
alone, without, vast, open, empty, cold, white, desolate, small, sad, north, tundra,
THere is a frighening wish on my bellly. a fertile plea of pleasing foully folly. on my belly is a whimper or a cataclysmic jumper, don’t you wish upon a fellow on my bum. kiss everything.
I felt touched and let the world touch me. touch the things that touch you.
connected the spaces between the trees.
She was full of life
she was full of death
she was full of a head of people
she had and had not met
she was unsure
she was so scared
she was unsure she was
the only one there..
There is no sun that shines within you. Instead, thee is a dark, barren land where the friendless go to lose themselves. The air smells like dead fish.
The deserted wasteland lay still and silent. Not even the birds seemed welcome there. Despite the round white sun hovering above, the land seemed gray. It would be easy, too easy, to lose yourself in the landscape and never come back.
a nickname for ben marren used by his mates to describe who he is. the name comes from putting the letter from his first name to the start of his second name giving
him the name barren
All around the blossoms whirled on mischievous wisps of air, celebrating life and beauty, a veritable display of fertility and hope. The cat chased the petals, jumping, bouncing and diving to capture them, as if to harvest some of that life for herself, barren as she was, a victim of the surgeons knife.
her body felt empty. she knew she was dead inside. nothing would bloom, nothing could come of the love she felt for her husband.
empty place…..like a desert…..no vegetation is possible……unfertile….mostly place for dacoits to carry on their operations.
Desolation, isolation. Barren fields that were once full of hopes and dreams now diminished and full only of squalor. This is the wreckage and aftermath. Someday soon, a child will come along and plant a lonely seed. Just a tiny seed of hope. But that seed will be the only chance of saving anything.
straights, a lone ranger stands in subtle awe of the destitution of his own soul. ?A crow circles the sky calling it’s companions.
With a landscape so barren, and a heart so cold.
I had no idea where I was suppose to go.
Who do I talk to? What would I say?
The land was barren, a desert, and I had realized…I was lost, and there was no way of getting back to civalization, the war had once again separated me from my family and I was going to meet my fate here
The ground was barren and all effort to aid in food cultivation proved frutile. Our hope was, that after buying the property, we would be able to set up a food farm, but that was not to be.
The wasteland was as barren as my grandmother had become. There was no life to be seen. Not a spark of green among the brown. Just nothing. It stretched in front of me like a great sea, and I wished it were. For water, I would have wished for anything.
Let’s drive – drive to a place barren and free. Let’s go someplace strange to us.
See that woman sitting on the porch? Her name is Jill. Jill wanted children ever since she was young. She wanted to love another human being with as much intensity that she loved herself with, and even more. She wanted to give her fleshlings the same great childhood her parents gave her. She wanted to be a mother. Jill would never be a mother though. For Jill’s womb was barren…and it always would be.
My thoughts are as barren as the desk before me, populated only by dust and fingerprints. How I wish I could write, and if not that, how I wish I could sleep.
This page is going to be barren. I am not going to write again. So there.
The warm white rock felt good under her strong brown feet. Above her the soaring red tail hawk screeched as he dove to a running rabbit in the pale sage brush. The green valley below shimmered with the early morning hay irrigation….these images took her away from the travels of her simmering heart.
most of the world has become barren in the sense that our forests are disappearing and general robbing of beauty. even if arid regions are tampered with, I would call it barren. there is beauty in nature.
Alice was barren and she would remain that way. The fallout had left her less than a woman in her mind, and she was angry. Angry enough to build a cobalt bomb. The aliens responsible for this would suffer unimaginable anguish.
Somewhere or someone incapable of supporting life. For example, a barren desert, nothing will grow there. A barren woman’s uterus, no babies will grow there.
For hours I’ve been walking through this barren forest. The trees were withered and the grass was no longer green. Everything about this place is dead. Just like me.