Red Poems

Red poems are unique verses about the color red. In poems on red color, red signifies love, passion and ambition. It can be depicted in negative as well as positive ways. In our collection of red poems, poets have shown love for their favorite color red. Red poetry also marks the descriptions of war and bloodshed. Poems about red are the uniquely written verses and are the imaginations of poets’ own experiences of red color in nature, love, beauty and much more. Stark red poetry depicts the strength of the color red as the symbol of love, passion, violence or death.

The Colour Red

The Colour Red short poem

Bright, mesmerizing, enchanting, Be it a bride’s dress,a lover’s heart or a lonely flower. Blazing beautifully everywhere, the color red you are. The day I was born Swapping down the uterus wall of my mother’s womb. You were the one

Red Tears

Red Tears short poem

Eyes filled with tears of blood, Slow stream flows down my warm cheek, When I drag the blade across my wrist, A moment of bliss where my soul’s reborn, Lots of rushing blood burns my eyes, My fingers alone console

Why Is The Grass Red?

Why Is The Grass Red? short poem

“Why don’t we go to the park, father,” Asked the little boy, slipping his little palm into his father’s, “Like we used to every day Till a month back?” “Why don’t we walk around the park, father,” He asked, tugging

The Girl in Red Sari…

The Girl in Red Sari... long poem

Heavens descended Agni, Varuna, Indra & Yama¹ lined up To witness a Swayamvar² Of a heart with a soul, A reunion on earth & a Meghdutam³ With a cloud as pen The universe as canvas Was asked to describe The

The Letter In Red

The Letter In Red long poem

I lay awake, on my bed one night, Instantly, my room, was filled with light. There stood an Angel, who put a letter in my hand, The writing on this page, I could not understand When I looked back up,

Green to Amber then Red

Green to Amber then Red short poem

The green butterflies sometimes look light blue in the sun The lemon and lime leaves touch the sky and reflections come The brown tree trunks stand so very tall with branches that winds make hum The moss is like velvet

The Red Button

The Red Button short poem

A human myself, I would push the red button. For having seen into man’s heart, Brimming with evil. Black, Rotten. Eliminating them now, Preventing perhaps. Unending sadness, Shielding the unborn. From humanity’s touch, Painted with madness. The red button, Gleaming

Golden And Red

Golden And Red short poem

The lustre in her eyes tiffany blue Is as subtle as a miry leaf’s dew Her velvety, arrow-straight hair Dance charismatically in the air Her rosy lips, her dove-white face Spellbinds e’ery fellow, who gaze At her glitz, her beguiling

Red Hot Lover

Red Hot Lover long poem

Oh only in my wildest dreams Did I ever dream of someone as Hot as you, only in my dreams has Anyone ever made me so wet and Feel so damn good, little did I know Yesterday the dream would

Alas My Red Roses

Alas My Red Roses short poem

I live in the cabin up in the woods Where the river winds its way through the oaks Wild squirrels racing on the rosewoods My hound sits by receiving backstrokes I love lilies but more of red roses Stuck in

Rotten Red Rose

Rotten Red Rose sonnet poems

I bought a bouquet of rubies for Rose, I thought, ‘how they were young, so bloody red!’ I was in love with love, blinded from woes, A Fool to not see you’d rather me dead. But the day I bought

Ode To Red

Ode To Red ode

I’m not quite sure of where I should start, but you must know you are on my mind, Even though a few years have now gone by, wonderful memories still burn bright. Peaceful long walks along your beach or, an

White Pill, Red Pill

White Pill, Red Pill short poem

White pill, Red pill – We’ve both taken ours; Yet the divide between, Is still unseen – And cursed beneath our hearts. The measure of men, acceptable when – You beat me at my part; But I bleed for you,

Red, gold and green

Red, gold and green short poem

Big red light won’t you turn green for me please? You burn high up, oh don’t you pity these knees? I have a girl waiting across your tall stance Just a little further beyond your angry glance. Dear old policeman,

Blood Red

Blood Red short poem

Betrayals from long-ago, Resurfaced when I saw you. Though time had past, The wounds still bleed. As if the damage, Was done yesterday! No apologies ever flowed, From your evil lips. Sympathy was never implied, All I could see was

Red Barn

Red Barn prose poem

Vivid red barn juxtaposed against a green pumpkin field. Cloudless sky with bright sun hurt my eyes. Starkness of the scene burnt into my mind. Beautiful! Time passes. Sun lowers in the sky with fat orange orbs all around. Bright

Reprise Near Lipman And Red Oak Lane

Reprise Near Lipman And Red Oak Lane elegy

Dismantled by your dance of the dead, that disfigured dialect. Assurance in our arrangement is altered. Why conjure this apparition? While I am solely safe, sent softly? Sweet sorrow summons spirit. Fabricated bliss felt; her familiar face Flown to my

Suck Nectar From Petals Of My Red Lips

Suck Nectar From Petals Of My Red Lips short poem

My steamy and red lips are craving for your hot kiss you kiss them with warm breathe and let them land on my lips where colorful horizon exists you kiss them very softly very gently Like a crazy and mad

The Red Poppies

The Red Poppies prose poem

Let the poppies be a sole reminder of those who went before us. ‘Lest we forget.’ On this special Remembrance Day, a day to celebrate those battlefield fights. In Remembrance of a soldier that give all from his heart, fighting

In The Land Of The Red Rising Sun

In The Land Of The Red Rising Sun long poem

Well and was this another seal broken As the Pacific Ocean came crashing Down over the red rising sun… You stumble around on shaking Grounds…so much disaster and Destruction, you wonder what else Is to come as the night sets

Autumn’s Red Hair

Autumns Red Hair short poem

My name has been written in a piece of letter, waiting for me to come for a warm conversation. I was lost… I was swimming into the imagination of the melancholy. Leaves were embraced in the street. It was autumn.

Red And White

Red And White short poem

blemish of the needle in eye spreads: do you still see the moon in the hills, outstripping the aura of midnight? resilient, waiting for a renaissance, for a finger on the lips in dark, to read the symptoms, feeling floral

The Red Carnation

The Red Carnation prose poem

She tiptoed lightly down the stairs, so quietly and some pause. At only eight, it was quite clear, her sight was on a cause. Her mother’s drawing pad, her brushes, and her paints; her goal to leave behind a painting,

Red Blood Love

Red Blood Love short poem

Her heart was all putty beating against his Red Blood Love. The coming and going of his visits were only at night His heart really did love her but just could not show it. His emotions had been fractured and

Roses Red, Coral, Blue

Roses Red, Coral, Blue short poem

Luscious, pretty, redolent is the rose For oft it is kissed by a butterfly Whether it be in a poem or prose Beautiful ideas does the writer imply Says the crimson one, ”I love you” Conveys the coral desire deep

The Red Rock…

The Red Rock... short poem

Give me some time to live, with the possibility of oscillating between temporal and spiritual feel. I have already exhausted my age behind the spiked doors. I was longing to meet myself today, to find the throw back. Which of

Deadly Red

Deadly Red short poem

I gaze at the glinting red possession which is cemented into my palm. The shining red light lures me, The smooth touch delights me. A dark blinding shadow slowly peeks, handing the glossy fruit into my custody. “Have it, my

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A Devil’s Hunger

A Devils Hunger short poem

A night when the moon was at its highest peak The dead flesh of man made the forest reek, The thing that killed them already fled leaving the forest painted red; The deed was done by a man with a

One Rose

One Rose long poem

One heart so full of love One sky so pretty from Sunrise to sunset, one Moon sometimes silver Sometimes red, sometimes Gold, one voice singing I love you whether or not You love me yet… Oh ONE RAISED, one red

Blood

Blood short poem

I am aware Blood is Red I am knowledgeable that Blood flows through the veins in side the body I know the colour of the blood in all living species is Red Oxygen purifies Blood Pure Blood is Good for

Poems containing references to : Red

My Loving Partner

My Loving Partner short poem

When I bid Farewell My eyes were not wet, My cheeks were not red, And my lips were not trembled- But my heart was broken. I was shattered like anything. You are going away for ever. We will never meet

Sixty Years Lost

Sixty Years Lost short poem

You can lose a penny, or a special letter. A bill for the gas, or your red setter. Even where you placed your car, or the dog you tied to a forgotten gate. But to lose your mind, now that

The Rose

The Rose short poem

A rose bloomed in my garden a solitary, pink rose. Solitary, but for the inimical companion the thorn. my fingers twitched to pluck the rose for my only love… my fingers stretched to embrace the sharp thorn… in a thorn

Oh! To immortalize you

Oh! To immortalize you short poem

Squatting on the grayness of the rock I let the breeze chill the marrows of my bone on the wet sand I wrote your name a receding wave squiggled it away leaving behind a brown sediment of moist sand. my

The Old-Timer And Reaper

The Old Timer And Reaper long poem

T’was late at night when a knock came at the door: Not much could be heard, but the sound of a snore. When the old man suddenly awoke to his feet Angrily screaming and cursing, like never before. “This better

In Love With Pain

In Love With Pain short poem

Pain intrigues a mystery The endurance of perseverance Tingling through every cell With a vengeance to conquer The mind and heart. Sweet is the pain That makes you feel alive Crimson red with scars Like a zipped pouch Oozing with

Ghost Of Light House

Ghost Of Light House short poem

I am a nomad of thousand unsettled dreams. a leaning tower of tortoises approaching to my shore to lay their eggs of pain and prickles. a seagull fetched her paranoiac food from my bleeding liver . let me sleep on

The last love letter

The last love letter short poem

I want to write to you The love letter of sin From my marital bed Fetching the dark red ink Of pleasure From the deepest recesses of my desire, I’ll write to you. I’ll write to you In letters reeking

I can’t name things

I can’t name things short poem

I can’t name things. I can’t tell, with some mighty confidence, this is this or that is that. You tell me of love. but, I have known too many loves. blue love, green love, red love, even yellow love. I

Reminder Of An Anniversary

Reminder Of An Anniversary prose poem

People turn to perceive love as a fragrance, spreading from a new bud; Which blossoms and turns into beautiful flower in each passing day But the same bud coarsens and falls apart from the stem, No one realizes the phase

A Legacy Of Love

A Legacy Of Love short poem

A black rose blossomed in the snow forlorn it stood freezing in bitter cold alone and pining for a loving touch.. love went to pluck it and take it home to adorn a crystal flower vase the sly thorn pricked

How to write a poem? Are you kidding me!

How to write a poem? Are you kidding me! poetry articles

10 ways to write a poem! No sentence in the glory of English language has hit me as hard as this one did. I started writing poetry when I was in class 7th. I still remember the day when this

My Suitcase

My Suitcase prose poem

A big red box, my suitcase, tucked under my bed. Is the box merely a box? No, I’m afraid. Bearing throws, bearing blows, bearing scratches, sporting patches. Generously forgiving, my wheeled travel companion, emerging to unite with me on the

Ballad of the Captain

Ballad of the Captain ballad

The captain at the tip of his ship, Who sang into the onrushing storm. And while it raved and raised its whip, He offered it his sweet and strange song. The stars hid themselves away that night, For they could

The Bookshelf Of Memories

The Bookshelf Of Memories long poem

I was five, a little girl, could hardly reach there; where the memories hid themselves, Eyes whispered something to my mind, what is so special about the shelf? A dusty red book, a thread of black to bind its old

Like Petals Of Rose

Like Petals Of Rose short poem

Fragrance of body and sensual delights Help me to explore new beautiful heights When we enjoy and find jubilant flights Rainbow spreads and kisses love kites You and me are together in trance Life has offered this wonderful chance Kiss

It Hurts Too Much

It Hurts Too Much long poem

Her abuse of my naivety left a gaping wound; the cloaking (but never healing) of that wound made me hard and cold. ​She was sweet and sincere She dried my tears She was sympathetic And somewhat poetic She drew me

Four Feathers

Four Feathers long poem

Tied at the four corners, Knotted so tight, Unable to disentangle, Nauseated they feel, The Four feathers. Flowing tresses in the wind, Blowing in the wondrous spring, Balancing toes with the sing, Spreading arms to enfold, The moments to devour;

Over Across

Over Across short poem

don’t go there don’t speak to that man, come back return. today you are like sea waves, lashing on the beach, today your heart is full of sand……….. afternoon’s red sun, a word……….au revoir…… it comes to mind night’s silence,

Don’t Go Now!

Dont Go Now! short poem

The sky has turned red; However the feelings in my heart are not dead. The sun is about to rise; I cannot forget those beautiful eyes. You cried the whole evening; I was strong, as I thought this will be

Social Awkwardness

Social Awkwardness long poem

It’s tough to explain this situation To all those that are around with me It’s like a blockade, an inhibition I want to say hi, but I can’t set the words free When I meet so many souls all at

Spectre

Spectre short poem

Drifting by my window on a cold dark winters eve, no sound, nor chasing echo, no path to follow or deceive. A silent spectre; a mask of scorn, a hazy memory, from life ’twas torn. Jealously wanting what now it

If I ‘were’, I ‘would’

If I were, I would ballad

If I were a poet: I would douse each verse with the birds’ whistle And sing a love song all day in ‘her’ auricle; Her womb wherein the fetus thus sleeps To rise some day and love all men- A

My Sombre Salute

My Sombre Salute elegy

The flags tremble in the cold wind at half mast Standing sombrely at the edge of the central plaza Printed against deep, heavy grey skies The whole nation heaves a long, devastated sigh Today, we have lost our Father The

Pura Vida 2012 For Michaela And The Peace Corps

Pura Vida 2012 For Michaela And The Peace Corps prose poem

Running, running through the crowded San Isidro de El General town square, awash in punishing heat and light, and you just miss your bus, the only bus home, now 55 Kilometers stare you in the face. You buy a torta,

Royal Celebrations

Royal Celebrations short poem

Once my husband brought a pair of white pigeons, Very beautiful with red eyes and lush red beaks. Extremely gorgeous with glorious visions, In our mother tongue we call it Laqa-kabootar. A special species of sweet white pigeons, In golden

Beauty In Mood

Beauty In Mood short poem

You are like red sea in a rough mood Excellence of your beauty makes you more rude Your innocence and youth make you more crude Fire of love makes your beauty more nude Your curly hair makes my heart up

Lady Elusive

Lady Elusive long poem

In the labyrinthine corridors of life As we wander in hope of a distant and obscure prize It is seldom known what awaits around the next corner Like the day when I first laid eyes upon her An image of

The Quest

The Quest long poem

I stood on the red glimmering rim of horizon, groping my way in my quest for secret of life; I stumbled many a time in the dark region, and bruised myself in my quest for secret of life! The red

The Ballad Of The Skateboarding Ant

The Ballad Of The Skateboarding Ant ballad

If you’ve ever seen an ant go whizzing by faster than his friends and with goggles on his eye’s, then without a doubt, skidding through the plants, you’ve met my friend Albert, The skate-boarding ant. From the day he was

Life as an Old Man’s Déjà Vu

Life as an Old Man’s Déjà Vu short poem

It feels like in some place Else, I’ve been here – now, then And before! I seem to embrace A life of times I know not when; The fall of this evening’s sunset Ripens red recesses in the head; I

Here, In My Arms.

Here, In My Arms. long poem

She was the blessing, She was the smile. She was the much awaited, From my womb into my hands. She was so tiny, Yet so appealing. One said–so red, fresh & blooming, Yeah, she was my little rose! For the

I love

I love short poem

I love.. The early sounds of  dawn. The twitter of birds and the sound of Silence too – as calm and blissful peace they bring. ​ I love.. Fresh jasmine flowers A walk on wet green grass The crimson in the sky with birds