Love Poems About Red or Red Love Poems
by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: adventure, animal, beautiful, blessing, celebrity, funny, life,

The Squirrel

~My Nutty Squirrel Poem~

Up in a tree, on a branch
Now you see me, now you don't!

Sneaky and fast, I'm adorable
Now, why would you hunt or shot me for fun?
Do you like, how fast I run?
I'm not just another chipmunk 
Stuffing my face with nuts,
I'm classy and beautiful, 
The  best  part  of   nature.....

Red pointed ears, I hear you drawing near.
Chuckle, chuckle, caffeine free
I saw you looking at my fine coat.
Fluffy and curious, touch me and I'm Calling PETA!
See YA---  Life Is Beautiful!!!
I'm stuffing these nuts back into my mouth 
and Jumping onto another tree :) The End
........
Love The Squirrel from another World.  
Love LINDA

by Linda-Marie Sweetheart |
Categories: love,

Crayon Caresses

"Crayon Caresses" blue velvet sky caresses pink cotton candy clouds beneath a gold umbrella red heartbeats breathing loud. a yellow Sun kisses skin of silky bronze glowation footprints carve love in brown sand while white waves crest formation. green trees hide secret embrace while purple passion prowls viewing an orange sunset rose petals play on towels. silvery stars illuminate beach as amber heavens sleep magenta magic smiles so sweet chase black and grey to ocean's deep. ...crayola rainbow lovers' leap ...
*Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S. *For Tracie's Paint The World Contest ...

by Daniel Turner |
Categories: funny, love, sad,

How Long

I've never kissed a pig with my eyes closed
Nor have I ever held a hand of time
However, there was once when I proposed
But that was back when I was in my prime

I still recall how much she loved to dance
She'd laugh at me and make my face turn red
She taught me all the secrets of romance
That love was what one did, not what one said

I search the shadows for her purple hue
I take her mem'ry everywhere I go
Its smile has it's own special shade of blue
Its  taste so sweet no one could ever know

They tell me only time mends broken hearts
I wonder just how long before it starts.



   by Daniel Turner


by Frederic Parker |
Categories: love,

Soft Is the Sea

Along the feathered edge, a red sun-sets
To bind the evening in dreams eyes explore
Two hearts will greet, till' paradise begets
Love leaves impressions as waves swirl to shore
These caps of white will churn warmly the sand
The world will pass, the change of light is missed
Lonely eyes search for their yearning dreamland
When lips taste fire in a hungry kiss
As night arrives to shelter silhouettes
Soft is the sea to these two souls afar
In a twilight's pulse when the tide resets
And hands hold tight to await the Daystar
The fate of these lovers sealed in evermore
Tomorrow's memory from the seashore


9/3/18

by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories: writing,

Writing a Love Sonnet POTD

If only I could write you a sonnet,
Iambic pentameter and what not,
Let my muse mull profoundly upon it.
I must write it quickly lest I forgot.

It will have to stress real passion, love,
Mention a rose if I really must
But for heaven's sake leave out the white dove,
Still do mention the red moon that I trust.

Compare her eyes to some fragrant flower,
And wish to taste her full strawberry lips,
Scheme to meet her in a quiet bower,
Clouds enfold us in mythical eclipse.

Will she come, will she go, my marigold?
Ah, my poor love sonnet has now gone cold.


POTD 14 September 2020

by Karen Jones |
Categories: dream, feelings, green, how i feel, lost love,

Purple Cemetery

I write so many poems that you don’t see
They end up in purple poem cemetery
Mangled in the **** of my maroon mind
Tangerine tangles of wasted time

Violet vines of not good enough
Tall teal trees of unreturned love
Winged words white like albino leaves
Falling to their death from teal tree

Falling for you’re deaf to my poet tree
Bass treble cleft left in green cerebral dream
Unsung songs unmade love
Sing a longs gone wrong
Made in maroon lust

But somehow I manage to hold on to it
Maybe it will be reborn as a chocolate kiss
of rainbow reflection of historical views
Of future endeavors red spice unused.

by Christina Bowring |
Categories: faith, love, time,

As Time Slips By

                 
 
Crystal winged hourglass flows muted gold sand as time turns red dawn to pink dusk once more; life’s tapestry fades as years so expand but love in the heart gives youth to restore when embraced with so much left to explore. Crystal winged hourglass portrays such fleeting finite life as time slips by depleting; with love reborn, awoken from sleeping so shall heavenly days be accreting - when sand flows no more - just joy, no weeping.

by Tim Smith |
Categories: bereavement, loss, love,

My Heart Beats For You

Walking aimlessly through the woods
Searching for that spot we once stood
Pouring out my heart and my tears
Reliving memories of those special years

Red and orange and purple from green
Rich autumn colors, a sight to be seen
The winds of change quickly blowing in
With it a new chapter will soon begin

Not ready to give up, I can't let go
Where am I headed, where will I blow
Lost without you, what am I to do
Darling, my heart is still beating for you

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: lost love,

Kiss the Rain

I stand here by the lakeshore, and I smell
fresh honeysuckle as I kiss the rain.
A memory that I cannot curtail
wafts bitter sweetly to me, and again
it’s May. . . the night you came by the moon's light.
The air was permeated by perfume
from blossoms colored innocently white.
But now it’s summer; yellow is each bloom.
When plump upon the vines, sweet berries, red,
will be swooped up by birds - carried away.
I stoop to touch a stem.  How soon has fled
my flowered youth, and now this day chilled grey.
I bow in downpour like the vines bent low
while raindrops - glistening with my own tears - flow.

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: love, rose,

By Any Other Name

If love could have a color, I suppose
it wouldn’t be just any common shade.
I’d name it for the colors of the rose.
In heaven’s hues this flower is arrayed!

From chaste love’s hush of pink to heady rush
that’s shown by cardinal or crimson red,
the rose reveals the grades of ardor’s blush
unto the time it’s thought that passion’s fled.

But in the tint of amaranth, the fire
endures; in purple deep it can transcend,
while yellow blooms in bliss that does not tire,
and white’s fidelity will have no end.

Though black the bud, a red will grow thereof.
By any other name, the rose is love.

by Regina Branham |
Categories: lost love, love

As My Pen Danced

I waited, dressed to kill
in red,
and in love

both, of which 
I could have been coaxed out of

You have turned a pale shade of white,
my Valentine

Al Green sang to me,
as my pen danced as your substitute 
we danced all night long,
stationary, our dance floor.

As we whirled to the emotions
of words' sounds; hand in hand,
we went round and round
and round

No one else in the room
most of all, not you
as my ink turned 
from red to blue

by Arturo Michael |
Categories: love, lust, magic,

When Love Bites

Something about you

Makes me want to do

Things I’ve never dreamt before


It’s not the beauty of your eyes

Nor the magic of your smile

That lures me to your shore


It’s knowing in my heart

You made the fire start

And in your flames I'm going to burn


Savory kisses may turn to blood

Bitten helplessly by love

A chance I’d have to learn


Immersed in a sea of love 

Out of darkness flies the doves

And our hearts are set free


I can’t resist your touch

Your body paints me with a brush

Of red passionate strokes 


Pray this moment last forever...

As forever goes...

'Cause when love bites you... the fever yearns and burns

by Tom Woody |
Categories: appreciation, friendship,

Hold Your Head High

keep dwelling in the clouds, my mentor said
and shun those who would drag you through the mud
their heinous wish to keep you seeing red
is Satan's lure for drawing out first-blood

for in this world malevolence abounds
and evil lurks in every corner nook
to tit for tat in idle chat with clowns
is like a fish who can't resist the hook

but in the sky there's love and harmony
you'll find yourself immersed in dreams of peace
I'll help you in your quest to stay angst-free
together we'll find joy and sweet release

forever may this be my firm resolve
to rise above the fray and thus evolve


*inspired by a friend







by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: love,

My Love

My love is gone, but he has not gone far.
I see his golden locks in waves of wheat,
the blaze of his blue eyes in each bright star;
in dewy blooms of red, his lips so sweet;
his smile in morning sun I rise to greet.
Oh, whether it be day or night, I swear
I see my wondrous lover everywhere!

His scent is with me too, for I inhale
him as I walk through woods of tall pine trees.
I taste him in fresh rain, and I can tell
that he is near me when a summer breeze
caresses me; my mind can be at ease!
For though he’s gone, I know my love will be
In beauty evermore surrounding me.

by Tim Smith |
Categories: longing, love,

All I Think About Is You

Looking out into the setting sun Bright orange and brilliant red hues Mind drifting off in the distance All I think about is you Each day we are getting closer but you are so far away My heartbeat is getting stronger As I think about you I need your love to hold me up When life comes crashing down Make sense out of everything When all seems lost You seem true Looking out in the setting sun Flickers of hope I see Foreseeing just you and me In each and every dream My heart is calling you home Come slip inside my room Lay your head upon my pillow Waiting, wishing, wondering All I think about is you

by Melissa Wadkins Patterson |
Categories: hope, life, love, yellow,

Yellow Heart

This morning I wrote a poem
about a yellow heart 
pining for red fusion,
in a desperate attempt
to shake the fruit
that never 

falls

And tonight I am alone
without tangerine lips
or the temptation of apple,
carefully watching familiar verses 
unravel themselves
and fanatically dance around
like a final punctuation mark
or an overused cliche,
while my hands whittle metaphors
into a quick-witted instrument
sharp enough to scrape
the smeared imagery
off the sidewalk of poem,

Still I am not sorry
the fruit has not


fallen
to kiss my weary head,
it takes an overly cautious yellow 
to see the perfect shade of red

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: happy, hope, love,

Myriads of Umbrellas

Myriads of umbrellas like I’ve never seen floating upward brilliant red, yellow, pink and green. Many happy thoughts must be in the springtime breeze, or bright hope could not ascend high above the trees! Opened up, hope shelters us from the rains of gloom. Losing sight of happiness would be mankind’s doom. Peace and love must guide our thoughts so we might see rise myriads of umbrellas through all earth’s blue skies! In 7/5 Trochee, rhyming style poem Written 2/26/2014 by Andrea Dietrich For Visual number 4 shown in the SYMBOLISM : THE UMBRELLA Poetry Contest of nette onclaud

by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: sorrow,

Within Her Eyes

Sun Be Gone Let Her face befriend darkness so he may not seek those lips of red that plead that beg , needy for his kiss nor feel the aching for his touch So he may not look within her eyes and find there the afterglow of his love.
Brief Memories -For Flo's Contest

by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories: beauty, love, romance,

- Scarlet Lips -

Sky breathes red sunset

                                      touches the heart in secret

                                           Your rich scarlet lips

                                         in a state of perfection

                                         on edge of the horizon






                                              17/03/2021
                                     Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
                                 Copyright © All Rights Reserved

by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade, 9th grade, image, imagery, nature, sun,

A Bullfrog's Croak

Silent as smoke, darkness descends, as shadows merge and daylight ends. For summoned by a bullfrog's croak, darkness descends, silent as smoke. The Moon pools in ebony skies; gilded in gold, She starts to rise. One of the night's brightest jewels, in ebony skies, the Moon pools. Blue bleeds red for a dying sun, a telltale sign the day is done. Inking crimson clouds overhead, for a dying sun, blue bleeds red. Signaling for love, fireflies flash, as Dusk settles like sooty ash. Under the stars twinkling above, fireflies flash, signaling for love.

by Edward Ibeh |
Categories: dedication, destiny, love, people, romance, together,

A Bell Tolls For Two Souls

a
                              bell tolls
                         for two souls
                          crimson red 
                         with passion
                          they started
                      at opposite ends            
                  at full-throttle speed
                racing to meet halfway
             on the rendezvous rubicon
            then they collided exploding 
                                 into
                                 ONE



Date written and posted: 10/23/2016

by Michelle Faulkner |
Categories: nature, romantic love, spring,

April Romance

My heart returns to you like spring
Awakening with April rain
As pale petals tenderly cling
To promises of daylight's gain

I turn to you like seasons do
Dewy and fresh from winter's depth
Seeding our love in rainbow hues
Green life misting our mingled breath

Your eyes, once shy, now warmly bloom
Vast meadows of poppy sweet red
Our future in rosy perfume
Even after two decades wed

Once auburn, more silver does grow
Yet gleaming with color's recall
A blossom kept beneath the snow
You are my spring, summer and fall

by Arturo Michael |
Categories: love, poetry, poets,

Moon Captured By Her Spells

Blue skies and rainbows

Science fiction and fables

Poetess and poet are making love 


She’s writes the verses to undress me

Great lines that flower in her hair

Her lips of ink are red and rosy 

Each stanza goes straight to my head


I want to read and read her

Over and over

Every day, any time 

From cover to cover


She writes of loneliness and sorrow

Of broken hearts that never mend

She is the dream I need each morning

Moon captured by her spells


I want to read and read her

Over and over

Every day, any time 

From cover to cover


Blue skies and rainbows

Science fictions and fables

Poetess and poet are making love

by Karen Jones |
Categories: appreciation, black love, red, roses are red,

Roses

he is tall and dark
gentle strong hands tender heart
brown eyes deep like sea

plant peace inside me
he gave me twelve red roses
pearly smile shining

by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories: children, color, fun, nursery rhyme,

- Build Play and Learn With Lego -

                                    Lego in many fresh colours
                                    they belong to my brothers

                                 Hocus pocus, endless adventure
                                    turning up the temperature

                                  They love these building blocks
                             driven by imagination, create a red fox

                             There are no limits to what you can build
                        The Eiffel Tower probably 300 meters, so thrilled
 
                                       The world's best playtime
                                         ... evening or daytime