Poems About: RED

In this page, poems on / about “red” are listed.

  • 337.
    WHEN SHOOTS A BOIL.............

    Light---Heavy---Lead--
    Red---Redder--Reddest--
    Mole--- Bee---Balloon--
    Creeps-- Acclimatizes-- Anarchy-- read more »

    Green Peace
  • 338.
    Turning Leaves

    Red, red, red
    Right ahead,
    Yellow, yellow like the sun,
    Through the leaves run, read more »

    Fritzner Erauda
  • 339.
    Coke and Ana Cristina

    Red and White
    Red and Whire
    Coca-Cola what a beautiful sight
    White and red read more »

    Katharine Angelina Matias
  • 340.
    The Green Above The Red

    AIR--_Irish Molly O!_
    I.
    Full often when our fathers saw the Red above the Green,
    They rose in rude but fierce array, with sabre, pike and read more »

    Thomas Osborne Davis
  • 341.
    Red BMX Bicycle

    There was a small boy
    In the countryside
    Who had a small red BMX bicycle
    Kept in the store besides the herbicides read more »

    PAUL OGUDA
  • 342.
    My Red House

    My Red House
    Shh, be quiet as a mouse

    I once played in that red house read more »

    Miu Miu Ayushi
  • 343.
    Any, anybody!

    Any, anybody!
    Antipathy
    Of the Red Rose and the White Rose;
    Walks of life, read more »

    Edward Kofi Louis
  • 344.
    A Dozen Red Roses

    God told me to take fifty dollars,
    And buy a dozen red roses;
    To give them to strangers,
    Just as His Spirit impresses. read more »

    MAUREEN LEFANUE
  • 345.
    Fight

    Red drips from my chin where I have been eating.
    Not all the blood, nowhere near all, is wiped off my mouth.
    Clots of red mess my hair
    And the tiger, the buffalo, know how. read more »

    Carl Sandburg
  • 346.
    The Rose

    What does the rose mean to me..
    The red rose means love, a birthday gift.
    The yellow rose brings memories of
    a beautiful wedding in June. read more »

    Esther Sakakini
  • 347.
    The Rose

    A rose is a flower so hardy, yet sweet,
    with it, no other flower dares to compete,
    with a wonderful aroma, to delight any nose,
    what a wonderful flower, this ruby red rose, read more »

    Harry Bryant
  • 348.
    The Strength of Red

    Once I observed a sunset in a cloudy ocean sky,
    The colors so vividly transparent through which my spirit smiled in sigh.
    Settling ever so peacefully beside the horizon laid a red flare of the oceans sun,
    the symbol of which the most fearless soul brightly shines, but yet dims the day done. read more »

    Broken Rhythm
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