Poems About: RED

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

  • 361.
    My Red Dirt World

    Did you ever see a red dirt road
    With a red dirt pond ‘long side?
    Brilliant yellow sunflowers
    In the grass where burrs might hide? read more »

    Marilyn Lott
  • 362.
    Red Dirt Moments

    So many red dirt moments
    Are in my every day
    A wonderful part of my life
    It’s where I will always stay read more »

    Marilyn Lott
  • 363.
    Love has many colors

    Love has many colors
    But the main is red
    The color of a rose
    A flower to show that you love him or her read more »

    Michelle Guza
  • 364.
    BEAUTIFUL RED RIVER

    I grabbed a knife,
    My friend did keep.
    Slashed my wrist,
    Through skin so deep. read more »

    Mary Lou
  • 365.
    Red Rain

    All this bleeding is running through
    All this red rain is staying true

    Visions of our memories come to mind read more »

    Amanda Chisholm
  • 366.
    Red Browed Firetails

    One can't mistake them for their scratchy song
    To small seed eating family of birds they belong
    Some call them red browed finches others the red browed firetails
    And the females hard to distinguish from the males. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 367.
    Snowball Is Back With His Hens

    Poor snowball the white silky bantam cock not feeling well of late
    His son big red has thrashed him he is in a sorry state
    Dried blood on his neck feathers from the comb he has bled
    He has really copped a hiding from his oldest offspring red. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 368.
    The Management of Grief

    pick up a book,
    put it down.

    pick up a book, read more »

    Mary Frances Farrow
  • 369.
    Red Is The Blood

    You are one who is born to lead
    A very fine person indeed
    And great things we hear of you and read
    Though red is the blood we all bleed. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 370.
    the red ant in this labyrinth

    it hard to accept
    the truth that the one who will guide you through this labyrinth is a
    mere
    red ant, the one insigficant red ant, the one you have always killed read more »

    RIC S. BASTASA
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