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Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: death, emotions, grief, heartbroken, lost love, spiritual, surreal,

The Red Leaf



the raspy whisper finally gets my full attention - wistfully I smile ..for its persistence reminds me of you.. the crisp red leaf scuttles scrapingly across the gray pavement to and fro like a dancing crab moving with the emotions of the winds chasing me as it seemed like I had chased my dreams - blown in directions left up to chance ..until I met you.. ..is it now as it was then Destiny for in this instant my sense of direction seems predestined.. a smoky scent does spice the chilled blue air reminding me of our cozy nights curled with the fire ..entranced as we were with our warmth and our flame.. could it be love signals from the hearth calling me home? ..my soul feels akin to the red leaf - the wafting smoke - and I’m ready to follow.. is it the cold atmosphere playing tricks on my eyes - or ..is that really YOU standing there..? Oh, how my broken being has suffered in my pining desire to be with you I run to you! years of yearning prayers answered fingertips straining - stretching further reaching out to touch you the whole of my being aching to hold you and enfold you ..ah, I feel your heat so very close to me.. but alas - I fall to my knees my arms empty but for the loss I carry your warm breath on the nape of my neck as I close my eyes but only my hot want brewed with a cool wisp of a breeze ..Oh God! Please! just let it be let me go.. my being is less than a dying ember I am but ashes in my grief withered in my autumn season without you still... ...and I realize your fading glow is just the sun slanting low blurring wicked whimsy with my wild sorrow in the burning of these bitter tears Susan Ashley December 2, 2018 ~ Poem Of The Day ~ ` December 4, 2018


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: heart, lost love, may, red,

In the Sun's Last Glow

On her terrace where she once had viewed a crimson field, she stands recalling heroes who were battling their foe. She still can feel the terror! How her poor heart reeled thinking of her lover fighting on the field below, with others on that plain bathed red as the sun dipped low. The brave men lie in caskets which now are concealed beneath a plain that ran with blood, where bright irises now grow. She thinks of her own strong brave man, draped in white and sealed forever in a casket tooHe was her Romeo. The sorrow flooding her she had never thought to know. She looks down from her terrace with a heart that won’t be healed. The mighty dead now lie in grassy fieldsand lo! Around the graves are swords, which are green blades revealed with *purple flags that softly wave as a May wind starts to blow and she is bathed in red again, there in the sun’s last glow. * Purple flags refer to the name of the purple iris that resembles a flag Submitted for Mark Toney's '2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 25' Contest


Poem Details | by Michael Jordan |
Categories: forgiveness, friendship, imagination, life, love, nature, friend, me, people, day, friend, me, people, red,

Ode to the Redwood

I was once a little twig with dreams of being a mighty tree
So people would come from all around just to look at me
As the years started to come and go I fell in love with the wind
I would open myself big and wide swaying to the music of my friend
My rings became many and my bark was as red as red could be
Then the day finally came I was the tallest of the tallest trees
I stood tall and I stood proud and everyone knew my name
As my rings continued recording my destiny to fame
Then the fateful day it came my friend and I had a fight
Looking back I can't recall who was wrong or right
I said, "You are but the wind something people can't even see"
" And I'm the king of them all the tallest of the tallest trees"
That night the wind started to howl she really started to blow
And I the tallest of all the trees learned we reap what we sow
My roots struggled to hold on tight but without a soul around
She who had been my dearest friend knocked me to the ground
The loggers came and cut me up then shipped me away
To my soul that truly was a sad and lonely day
Torn from all I knew and loved wishing I didn't have to feel
I was cut into boards and post down at the local mill
Now I'm back here at home just a few feet away
From where my friend the wind and I used to dance and play
I'm the deck on which you stand I lay below your feet
There is a bench made of me would you care to have a seat
Sometimes in life our roles change just take a look at me
The trick is no matter who are what you are be all you can be
See I was once a little twig who became a mighty tree
And now I'm a redwood deck as proud as proud can be
And of my friend the wind she visits me everyday
So I can thank her once again for helping me find my way


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: beauty, heart, life, love,

A Lady in Red

Yesterdays love
Buries me in memories
I long for times
When a kiss was truly an exotic marvel
I hug the sorrows of treasured losses
I, a man weep, silently and alone
If only you, the lady in red knew
The feelings stirred inside this hardened man
I toss the guns aside, fighting a fool’s game
There is no true fame for a dead hero
I knelt too often at the graves of my comrades
My sword defends not even honor, no more
I am, but a simple man
As I gaze into my childhood
I long for a world
Where a child is never a soldier
Where no heart goes unheard
All roads lead to happiness
No more highways to evil deeds
No more Isis 
No more hate
No more bombs from the skies
I gaze upon a park bench
There she is below the raven
My lady in red
No where to go
No legs to carry her dreams away

She leaves in her wake
A trail of blackness
The darkness of horrors
The darkness of infinite pain
Yet there she sits
Elegant and beautiful
Staring 
Facing down the terror
Nightmares that attack ones essence

An inspiration overtakes me
On impulse
I pick her up
She has a curious look upon her
What prey tell are you doing?
I look her in the eyes
I whisper to her
I am saving my heart, not you
I am redeeming my soul

She has but a worried look upon her face
I say fear not, I see inside of you
It shall be you who saves me
Your elegance
My kiss
Entwined
As we encounter loves journey

As they say

It’s a walk in the park


Poem Details | by Marty Owens |
Categories: passionred, love, red,

Crayon of Bright Red

Red is the crayon that I love to use.
So vivid and bright without any abuse.
 
I color so lively and make each stroke count.
Even making the water red in the fount.

In my pictures the hair on everyone's head.
Yes you guessed it, they're all a bright colored red!

The seasons of summer and winter and fall.
I color them all red without any appall.

So if you're an artist you plainly can see.
Everything will be red if you depend on me.

If you've heard like me, as it's often been said,
That "Passionate people always love red!"


Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: love, lust, passion,

Red is the colour of passion

Me a colored blind dreamer
My other senses honed
You ask
What can I know about color
I am told red is the color of passion
I feel the heat 
Between us
I smell the rose in your long black hair
The feel of the red silk nightie I remove from your body
Beneath is your browned skin 
smooth and luxurious
I see it with my hands
I travel to pink with my tongue
Separate your lips
Taste the essence of you
I see the blue of my eyes in your smile
As I swim in your ocean
You who knows every part of me
Yellow is the brightness of your soul
You light my spirit
Permeating all my dark corners
You are the color of all my dreams
My rainbow and pot of gold
I am satisfied
Yet I have no desire to leave your embrace
I see and feel all your colors
Satisfy me again
Let me hear the sound of our colors combined



Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: beauty, love, passion, red, sun,

FIFTY SHADES OF RED

She indulges in sensorial delights
Marked with the color of ecstasy
The passion she drinks is diluted with eroticism
The moon melts with her gentle gaze
Honey drips from her luscious lips
Like ruby flames sweeping desert dust away
Oasis of churning lava explodes within her fiery spirit
 seducing the sun with her golden skin
Far away from Love's imprisonment
She builds her castle of desires
Imprinted with 
                  FIFTY~~~~~ SHADES OF~~~~~~RED

A Collaboration With Liam Mc Daid and Red Fiery


Poem Details | by Jo Bien |
Categories: lost love, song-me, red, me, red,

Pandora's Box

you opened your eyes but closed your mind
oblivious to dreams I kept inside
you saw the package but not the treasure
all of those late nights we were together

you spent the passion but saved your heart
keeping those two things far, far apart
nothing ever ventured, nothing ever gained
so good at keeping it all self-contained

you pulled the ribbon opening Pandora's box
you twisted the key in a rusty lock
you wound the toy just a little too tight
leaving in haste when you saw the red light

I thought I had it under control
I could play the game and you'd never know
you were much smarter than I thought
you saw the ruse right from the start

gently, you tried to let me down
distancing me with silent sounds
what you couldn't see--failed to understand
I knew your game but couldn't outrun your plan

you pulled the ribbon opening Pandora's box
you twisted the key in a rusty lock
you wound the toy just a little too tight
leaving in haste when you saw the red light

I could see your future and I wasn't a part
you weren't completely honest when we started
I knew there was another, but not the whole connection
how you had already promised your love and affection

so as we go forward with an uneasy truce
bury what's dead between me and you
no tourniquet will completely ever stop my bleed
you'll say you didn't promise to be what I need

you asked me once if the wound was still deep
you can figure that out in this song if you read
what starts with white lies, ends sadly with truth
it ebbs and then flows with each phase of the moon

you pulled the ribbon opening Pandora's box
you twisted the key in a rusty lock
you wound the toy just a little too tight
leaving in haste when you saw the red light


Poem Details | by Tamra Craft |
Categories: fantasy, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passionme, lust, me, red,

Blood Lust

Dark red lips trace your neck, trailing down your chest
I can’t control my lust once I’ve caught the scent of you

Your smooth flesh burns where my chilled lips brush
Your heat steaming off into the winter night… it wants you too.

But you are only mine as you pull me tight against you
Your warmth is for my body alone.

I belong to someone and you are going to show me who
As your hand covers my red lips, stifling my moan

Pin me against the window pane, 
Digging into my flesh.

Let the flavor of me drive your senses insane
Drink from me my thirsty guest.

Rock me, grip me don’t hold back
This is your time to release everything angry in your life.

Make me scream, let me fill up what your world lacks
Feel the waves of our intensity permeate the night.

Then, be merciful after I am taken, and now our burning kiss
After you have bleed me and our lust has taken its course

Discover my true and own yearning motive
And give me my taste of yours…


Poem Details | by Jo Daniel |
Categories: death, roses are red, true love,

His Rose, Her Death

HIS ROSE, HER DEATH

All she had wanted was a red, red rose,
That would quell the love of that handsome man, 
Alas! The rose tree was in winter's throes,
Unable to birth a rose of her plan;

So she said she will sing the whole night long,
With her heart against the thorn of that tree,
"Love is greater than life", rang out her song,
As her life blood fashioned his love ruby;

Yet, when her heart burst out in pain thereof,
When the crimson petals slowly opened,
He was not there to see her die for love,
Nor did he feel that love with blood deepened;

"Trust me baby, this is love," her last breath,
He never found out his rose was her death.

07/11/17


Poem Details | by Judy Ball |
Categories: valentines day,

A RED NECK LOVE POEM

Susie Lee done fell in love.
She planned to marry Joe.
She was so happy 'bout it all,
She told her pappy so.

Pappy told her, Susie Gal,
You'll have to find another.
I'd just as soon yore ma don't know,
But Joe is yore half brother.

So Susie put aside her Joe,
And planned to marry Will,
But after telling Pappy this,
He said, Thar's trouble still.

You can't marry Will my gal,
And please don't tell yore mother,
But Will and Joe and several mo,
I know is yore half brothers.

But Mama knew and said My Child,
Just do what makes ye happy.
Marry Will or marry Joe,
Ye ain't no kin to Pappy.


                           Author Unknown
                            (Jes like Pappy)


(Kinda brings a tear to yer eye, don't it)


Poem Details | by Laura Leiser |
Categories: christian, jesus, love,

Red Redemption

The Rose of Sharon bled holy red
with a crown of thorns upon His head
His blood flowed through time and space
pleasing the Father, covering our disgrace.

How great Thou art, oh spotless Lamb
to suffer for the souls of man
innocent, beaten, torn and scarred
healed by Your stripes from eternal harm.

Believe in the power of the blood
shed freely upon that cross above
for by it we're forgiven if we truly believe
new life to be given if we truly receive.

The Rose of Sharon bled holy red
with a crown of thorns upon His head.



Written on 5/29/2017




Poem Details | by Dear Heart |
Categories: love,

my dress is a cloud of red


I savor silence and my solitary dreams, my wanderings
and in my candlelit room, I withdraw 
to my secret place and you
I have put on our wedding dance music
and I am travelling back, back in time with a sigh
I know what comes next and I want to weep with love
my dress is a cloud of red chiffon flowing, flowing
and you my darling, are in a black suit
soft the jazz music drifting in my meditation
did I put that music on or did it just come to me
you whisper in my ear, I love you, and I turn the page
back, back, I turn back the pages
we swirl onto the dance floor, twirling and dipping perfectly
and the red chiffon is beauty 
kiss me my darling your whisper or is that the music
your strong arms hold me tightly, oh I remember
and we are spinning, spinning, spinning
then the music is loud like thunder, roaring
  and you are fading
      our hands slipping
          then our fingertips
              and still we are spinning
                 until you are gone and I am alone
                            yet the music goes on and on

and in my candlelit room, I take a deep breath

__________________________________
February 5,  2016


Poetry/Free Verse/my dress is a cloud of red
Copyright Protected, ID 16-1109-825-0
All Rights Reserved Written under Pseudonym.

Submitted to the contest, 2019 Marathon, Mile 14
sponsor, Mark Toney

First Place


Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: death, flower, lost love, metaphor, red, rose, sad love,

Red Roses Fade To Black

Red velvet petals, only I, seduce,
With hidden danger under the disguise,
My fingers feeling shyly, I reduce,
Thorns sharpen, ready, waiting the unwise.

Before me, bleeding poison, I assume,
This flower withered, shriveled the entire,
A dark extracted substance, the perfume,
No beauty, only sorrow, I admire.

Withdrawn I wept lamenting the depart,
A rosebud, crimson, youthful, I erased,
A lifeless flower, never I impart,
nor taken with affection, I embraced.







Written by Kelly Deschler  October 23rd, 2014





Poem Details | by Justin Bordner |
Categories: desire, devotion, feelings, heart, i love you, love, lust,

Red Sweat

Your silence,
a stillness of alluring patience
seductive in it's resilience,
suspicious magnificence, 
unmatched beauty demanding vigilance
making this man rowdy and restless for your finesse,
distressed by this drama of love's test,

You're the only woman scratching this chest
with passion's raging arrest, nails of sharp zest,
the supreme Queen keeping me raw and hard, my only quest,
I'm confessing you are the best, the most luxuriant caress, my unhesitant request,

I want every feeling you're capable of conceiving Babe,
knowing and revering your eclectic emotions, your unspoken demands,
burning for your paradon and kiss, you will always know I am love in your hands
share with me the fuel of fervent fire, gems be our eyes, together, golden pulse we've made -

J.A.B.



Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: children, candy, chocolate, love, red,

Andy's Candy Store

I am Andy; I love candyI sell candy too. Come and see the many candies that I have for you. You can buy some chocolate in boxes or in bars. Snickers is the very bestHere is one from Mars! You can buy a Baby Ruth or a Milky Way. Try a Pay DayHere’s a Kit Kat and some Toffifay. Don’t forget Three Musketeers, GooGoo Clusters, and Rocky Road, Butterfingers, and 100 Grand. You might like some Hershey kisses or a Nestles Crunch. Buy some chocolate for your breakfastBuy some for your lunch. Try Mallow Cups and Almond Joy, and if you’ve got the blues, buy Toblerone or Milk Duds or famous Charleston Chews. Everyone loves M & M’s and Reece’s Pieces too. I am sure I’ve got the perfect chocolate here for you! Here is one that has a malted middleIt’s called Whopper. Jawbreakers are hard to biteHave you tried Gobstopper? Get some Dots or Junior Mints, Rolos or Big Cherry. Get Goobers for your brother and Nerds for guys named Barry. Get Airheads for your sister and Bull’s Eye for your dame. If you know a Mary Jane, one candy’s got HER name. Many candies come in different flavorsYou might like Skittles, Laffy Taffy, famous Mike & Ike, Jelly Bellies, Sour Patch Kids, Sweethearts, and Starburst. Drink them down with juice-filled Nik-L-Nips to quench your thirst! Here are Smarties for your parties, and if you desire, you can buy some Red Hots and feel your mouth on fire! Bottle Caps taste just like pop; root beer ones are yummy. And of course, I’ve got some Bears and squiggly Worms, both Gummy. Some Bit o’ Honey for your money? Everybody licks Sugar Daddys, Tootsie Pops and powdered Pixie Stix. I love Zotz with tangy burst and Pez’s cartoon head. Pop each Pez while on your couch or when you’re tucked in bed! I’ve got Jolly Ranchers, even Candy cigarettes, Razzles, Spree, Circus Peanuts, Chiko- Sticks and let’s not forget exploding Pop Rocks and my Swedish Fish! Try out Necco Wafers and my favorite: LICORICE. You can have it Good n’ Plenty or as a Red Vine. Eat Black Whips or TwizzlersAny Flavor is divine. I am AndyI love candyWho could want for more? Any candy that you want, you’ll find it in my store! (I got carried away and decided to do a tribute to all the many candies I have adored or heard about through my lifetime! Don't know if the poem ended up being much like DrSeuss, but I sure enjoyed the inspirationWouldn't it be fantastic if we could have a huge store that sold all the candies of our world!?) For Gwen's DrSeuss Contest


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: feelings, love, relationship, romance, rose, sweet, together,

RED ROSE RULES - anacreontic verse


RED ROSE RULES ~anacreontic verse~ Guard by blue skies on green meadows the lover's roll, a dash of love cause cheeks to blush a classic style, a charming act from nature's art-- to tease her mind, to please her heart. Her smile so bright, he want this right: the scents so pure among all blooms his red rose rules freed from fear shy lips reveal thoughts long hidden from her muse. Eyes wide open hands to her face casting same spell, orbs magnetize on feelings so bliss. They don't want to miss, they start to kiss only the breeze, the birds, the trees witness this tryst. _____________________________ 8:14 pm; January 06, 2015


Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, care, day, dedication, desire, devotion, feelings, first love, for her, garden, girl, god, happiness, happy, heart, how i feel, i love you, light, love, miracle, moon, morning, night, paradise, poetry, power, red, romance, romantic, rose, sky, smile, storm, summer, sun, truth, uplifting, wisdom, woman,

Pursue Love

Pursue love,
the love that has no meaning,
the silver ports of the moon,
shine so bright,
that it blinds you in the twilight
she is beautiful and she is divine
she is the song sang by the sweet nightingales
in the gardens of worthy, overgrowning and blooming roses,
like wildfire grow tall and the thornes of the vines
tangle around her feet and drag her ever so slightly
throughout the garden of beauty.
As the roses lay along a table,
as she sits at the table
and she waits for me, the wordman
to come to the dinner table at the stroke of nine
and sit with her,
start a scene or two of romantic setting,
to pursue love in her name.
Love is around us,
the candlelight shines and reflects in her silk hair,
as her evening dress glitters and shines
and her bossom shows itself in the nightsky
as we lay together,
we pursue a dream together,
forever we live together forever,
as we stand upon the belcony of Romeo and Juliet's love scene
we swim in a pool of sweet divine care and love,
we swallow grapes and drink wine
hand and hand on Persian rugs and virgin white cloth sheets,
we dance to a simple, yet sweet Chopin's masterpiece
of his beautiful nocturnes,
which make such a sweet and romantic song in our heads.

We stomp out the flames
as we dance the night away,
and you lay in my arms,
and I kiss you upon your lovely head,
and you hold my hand,
and I hold you tight
never thinking of letting your love go away from me,
I would take my own life,
before I lose your love.
See us together,
it is a painting that lasts lifetimes,
that needs no touch-ups.
I care for you and love you!
Love me, I know you will.

My sweet and loving portrait lady,
who in reality is more beautiful than a fully bloomed rose
that sits on its green stem,
in the garden of beauty that sits outside my window.
Come up to my chambers
as I picked roses for you and pettles litter the atmosphere
as love's tension grows
and suspence brings us together,
let us make love tonight
seal the passion
and pursue love once and for all.

Then shall we wake with the first rays of the blazing of the morning sun,
I shall wake next to your beauty and glory,
and I shall point my attention to the heavens
and thank the Gods for sending you on the open road,
toward my chamber door, I call my heart.
Then we shall dress, and walk the pathways
in the garden of beauty
and I shall pick a bauquet of roses
and we shall sit by the lake and pursue our love
for one another
and nothing, not one earthquake shall shake us apart.

-9/26/2013-


Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, dance, emotions, feelings, love, romance,

Ninety Nine Shades of Blue Red Flames

Gliding hands dancing on your spine
Playing melodies in your hair
Soft kisses delights in making discoveries
I see your soul clearly

I seize your face gently reflections shine 
within the mind softly brushing 
deeply plays a tender loving tune 
fluttering beats touching shades of sunshine

All I need is my other senses to feel you
Sensitive sensations tantalizing inside
Blood pumping passion mysteries unraveling

rose of this soul softly whispers a jewel
in this deep nile let the stars be my guide 
sparkling brightly winking delight

Ripples in turquoise waters running deep
Transformation in the subaqueous light filtering through
Indulge in a colorful spectrum of joyous release

granting loves magic in a shower of confetti 
sparking magic granting wishes rising from the dust
lips the rose petals touching kisses softly 
warm enchanting dreams in your inner beauty

Come lay here by me
Gliding hands dancing on your chest
Playing melodies on your lips
Soft kisses delights in whispering echoes

true the wonders of this world 
whispering winds blowing sweetly calling your name 
ocean waves rising unfolds kisses paradise

You are a clear vision
All I need is heart and soul to understand you
Instinctive intensity penetrating inside
Firecrackers soaring passion tales unfolding

melting in the embers of your beauty 
sparks fly behind the mirror gems 
opening in the chambers a ball begins shimmering 
lighting up walls warmly in the four chambers
igniting sparks burning red flames join
silver dancing blue hotly holding beautiful
hands joined under magic spells loving like you do

Shimmers in moon rising and sun setting
Circulation in the bloodstream honey lemon love
Lingers in the aftertaste 
smoldering embers of blue red flames


Co written by Liam Mc Daid and Angeline lim 
based on the song love me like you do 


Poem Details | by Anamika N |
Categories: friendship, love, romance, red,

A Note to the Indian Princess

The aunites gossip back home
About how you've grown
Out of your white cotton frocks
And into red silk saris

They talk about how you're ripe for marriage
About how quickly boys flock to you--
Your family's rich and you are beautiful.
Like a princess but with none of the excess.

Their perfect Indian girl is rather simple.
But, the real you they can never comprehend.
Those brown khol-rimmed eyes with
That understated nose ring confuses them.
They'd rather ignore your luscious red mouth.

Those soft lips were like velvet as they brushed across my lashes as you pretended to blow sand out of my eyes one drunken night on a Konkan beach.

Both too scared to be the first to say anything
We just sat there drunk and giggling

When the aunties speak of you
I can't help but imagine
Things that leave
Little to the imagination.

I am a woman
And you are a woman

We're on the same page.

The boys will wait.


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, courage, cute love, dark, deep, depression, desire, destiny, devotion, dream, first love, funny love, grief, happiness, heart, heartbreak, heartbroken, how i feel, i am, i love you, i miss you, innocence, irony, jealousy, lonely, longing, loss, lost, love, love hurts, miss you, missing, missing you, night, passion, psychological, romance, romantic, sad, sad love, silence, sky, sleep, solitude, sunset, true love,

Red Light

have you ever felt like 
the flashing red light on the roof,
lonely as ever
visible at night, useless by day?

in sync with its partner next door
for a quick kiss over a few flashes only 
then arguing again and again 
night in, night out.

have you ever felt like 
the flashing red light on the roof,
not signaling a warning to keep away
but sending a call for compassion?

using the dark pauses in between 
to yell the same name 
over and over and over
into the emptiness of each night.

have you ever felt like
the flashing red light on the roof,
being your silent cry
only heard by your eternal love?


Poem Details | by Timothy Hicks |
Categories: adventure, beauty, blessing, devotion, love, wedding,

The Stud from the Spud State and the Red Dragon Damsel

Marry Your Best Friend To Get the Best of Both Worlds

Not many can claim they met their spouse in a battle of wits
much less the fabled (don't believe a word of it!) Internet.
But my uncle, he's not manyAnd my new aunt? Well she's a keeper.
And it wasn't love like a summer fling --- but it goes much deeper.
The rumors you heard - it's all too true - they met on Online Scrabble:
sesquipedalians by heart, but in the strictest sense, true Word Warriors.
Her last turn was an "I Do"..and when it came, he knew that he was done for:
pussyfooting through the back door, the tenacious Triple Word Score.
The date was planned - his bachelorhood cannedCompensated on Christmas day,
a wifie from Wales to tie the knot with my uncle the Stud from the Spud State.
The Red Dragon Damsel flew in (too strong to be distressed) into my uncle's country life.
(I still remember his clenched fists pouring buckets at the altar.his first love)
And she brought her little Dragoness, too --- a fiery spark named Emily.
My job was to walk my new British cousin down the aisle,
as she whispered to me, "Should we link arms?"
And though I should have said,  "What's the harm?"
instead of a rather robotic canter --- it now brings a smile.
My lovely Aunt Laura wore an eggplant dress, as if too challenge the mountain majesty
that peaked through the church window of that fine Idahoan morn.
Her glorious entry introduced by a Celtic song that would have made Enya weep,
as the vertigo of vows came to a close like a caged bird being released.
Mariah Carey's famous Christmas hit took to life --- All I Want Is You, rang true,
as they took each other's arms to dance celebrating an unlikely circumstance.
Crossing oceans to become One: she from Barry, and he from Boise.
The After Party --- filled with giggles, tears and rip-roaring stories from every point of view.
The wedding cake (believe it or not) was a Scrabble board:
one slice was Congratulations - and though a bit silly, to me it was poetry.
And my uncle - you could tell - was simply dumbfounded
as she took the words right out of his mouth

..with a crumb-filled smooch.



Written February 27th, 2016.
For the My Wedding Day Is Special Because..hosted by Olive Eloisa Guillermo

NOTE: I've never been married before, so I hope writing about my uncle's wedding instead is acceptable.


Poem Details | by Sam Jameson |
Categories: kiss, love, lust, red, winter,

Red Love, Winter Lust

pink wintry sunset crimson lips rage red kisses; cherry blossoms blush March 2, 2016


Poem Details | by Michael Higginbotham |
Categories: allegory, heart, red, heart, love, red,

The Ivy and The Brick

It must have felt like love at first,
The clinging of the ivy vines,
Until his rich red heart had burst.

Her tendrils slaked an ancient thirst,
The tender touch for which he pined.
It must have felt like love at first.

Too guileless to suspect the worst,
She speared him with her soft green tines.
Until his rich red heart had burst.

Her coils so patiently she pursed,
He never guessed at her design.
It must have felt like love at first.

Crazed with cracks, its strength dispersed,
From end to end the wall declines
Until his rich red heart had burst.

So new to love, so poorly versed
In joy, so baffled by her signs,
It must have felt like love at first.
Until his rich red heart had burst.


Poem Details | by Lakesisha Johnson |
Categories: black african american, love, heart, woman, women, heart, me, men, red, relationship, women, i love you,

Let's Keep It Real

 It's funny when you just feel like you in this world alone -
Know one understand's you , not even the one's who consider themselves 
to be grown -
Black women a relationship is not about you , one woman -
It's about that woman including that man , united together we stand -
Every arguement is not just the fault of him -
Consider what you did before the arguement and remember 1 of you 
equals 2 for them -
 Know man should put his hand's on a woman as well as know woman 
should put her hand's on a man -
But , in a relationship we should both keep it respective because the outside
line will never understand -
Something that is workable to both of us is over exaggerated by them -
Even though we where both in the fault the outside line only blame's him -
I think that deep down inside every man has some good -
Im in a seat now where the one's you say , are no good once stood -
 I was more than good i was great -
Now, Im trying to keep from tearing down someone else's wall with all 
this hate -
Im a dog because i don't want to throw my heart in -
Rewind my life and sweet heart come again -
Who came up with this rule that he alway's has to lay down the red carpet
for you -
Back in the day's we women where strong and everything that was old to
us was brand new -
 Black women why does jealousy has to be part of your plan in order to get
some attention -
When you get some you don't want it ; sorry to you lady player's that one i had
to mention -
Black women if you feel like you deserve to be treated good than raise your
hand -
Now put your hand's down and look around because that's what it feel's 
like inside of every good man -
 Black men stand up and tell your woman i deserve to be treated good -
Black men tell your woman i love you but , let's make sure that what i said  , is
understood -
Some of us black women need to recognize that in a relationship it's 50% for
you and 50% for me -
If you don't have no 50% than don't expect no red carpet because everything
that you thought was about you include's me -



Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: blessing, jesus, love, religious, spiritual,

Enter the Red Room


Let's take a step back in time,
step into the golden temple of God
that Solomon built
There shining on a hill
stood the beautiful sanctuary of God,
casting forth resplendent rays of golden light
Let's walk through the outer court
to the inner court
Up to the holy doors
leading into the corridor
Then we approach the largest space,
where the congregation will gather soon
We open the palm tree carved doors,
and enter the red room
But when we walk in, to your surprise,
the room isn't what it appears to be..
It's golden all around
The beautifully carved red cedar wood
is overlaid with gold
The body of the red room has golden skin
Now everyone is gathering, coming in
Come one, come all
into the glorious red room
We be those covered by the blood of Jesus Christ,
the red room covers everyone within..
covers everyone's sins,
as the worshiping begins
Prayers and songs of praise is our offering
to God in the holy red room 
As we leave the red room ---
rich red cedar wood covered in gold,
we see how God has promised to one day deliver to us
the blessings of His Son manifold


Poem Details | by Betty Butler |
Categories: god, love, religious, roses are red,

God's Plan For You

Roses are Red.
Violets are blue.
God made them that way.
And He made you, too.

He had a perfect plan
As he formed you from clay.
If you will only let Him,
He will help you in His way.

He’ll melt your hardened heart,
And fill it with His Love.
And if your eyes fill with tears,
They too, may be sent from above.

If you will open the door,
He will come into your life.
He’ll fill you with Love and Joy,
And erase all your fear and strife.


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, conflict, dark, life, lost love, sorrow, symbolism,

My Heart Shall Not Fade In Crying Red Rust

My Heart Shall Not Fade In Crying Red Rust

I shall beat down the walls of your dungeon
And smash its power into fading dust.
My spirit by you will not be bludgeoned,
My heart shall not fade in crying red rust!

Once, I saw such goodness in your sweet soul.
Those years have all vanished into the dark,
Where raging waters drown love in its roll
Madness of your hate shows to be so stark!

I still long for that soft gentle touch
With the press of those sexy luscious lips.
This heart cries deep, in loving you so much
Despite cut of claws on your fingertips!

I can never change pains of fate and time.
Yet I cry my loss in poetic rhyme!

R.JLindley
Sept 23rd, 1976 

Syllables Per Line:	
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	
Total # Words:	116

Note- Old poem, slightly edited today to improve its form 
and omit sad and deeply personal messages vented at the time of 
its creationAlthough its extra verses (altered or cut) to bring 
down to brevity of the sonnet form were very good, I will keep 
the original intact in my private writes, for my children to read 
only after I depart this existence.


Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: beautiful, education, emotions, feelings, love, red,

The Poet And His Mistress

Her lustrous skin captures his vision
He gently carves his desire on her
The foreplays of word begins
As she divulges the door to heaven
Bewitched by the color of her moonlight,
he bathes within the salt of her valley
The mystery behind his curtain of words
Is unlocked by his divine mistress
His heart races when she silently meets
the poet of her sensual dreams
As he traces her beauty with his fingertips
Ice melts on her crimson lips
And the foreplays of word begins

Thank you red for sharing pens 
A Collaboration With Red Fiery and  Liam Mc Daid| Year


Poem Details | by Ruby Honeytip |
Categories: friendship, happy, love, me,

A Gift of Red

He caught me one night,
As I shivered with cold,
His words drew me forward,
As hearts stories were told.
Stories of love,
Of passions so pure,
Of lifes deep regrets,
Yet...his good humour endured.
Here was a man,
Complete and unending,
A man with deep talents,
A man worth befriending.
Now what he pulls forward,
With  his poetic display,
Is the opening flowers,
In loves sweet bouquet.
A beautiful saviour,
Warm arms outspread,
My hearbeat grows stronger,
For my gift of Red.

A tribute to Red O'Mara

© 2013
Ruby Honeytip