Red Poems

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
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so much depends
upon

a red wheel
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When I get to be a composer
I'm gonna write me some music about
Daybreak in Alabama
And I'm gonna put the purtiest songs in it
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As soon as Wolf began to feel
That he would like a decent meal,
He went and knocked on Grandma's door.
When Grandma opened it, she saw
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The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
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Every time I kiss you
After a long separation
I feel
I am putting a hurried love letter
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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
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Sometimes she walks through the village in her
little red dress
all absorbed in restraining herself,
and yet, despite herself, she seems to move
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So much have I forgotten in ten years,
So much in ten brief years! I have forgot
What time the purple apples come to juice,
And what month brings the shy forget-me-not.
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Your lips are like a southern lily red,
Wet with the soft rain-kisses of the night,
In which the brown bee buries deep its head,
When still the dawn's a silver sea of light.
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Although you sit in a room that is gray,
Except for the silver
Of the straw-paper,
And pick
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Thorn pierces blood from stem,
to make rose ever red.
Blossoms it to attract every eye,
and win all heart in the process.
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To those fixed on white,
White is white,
To those fixed on black,
It is the same,
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There you were a sight to behold,
quietly sleeping, in shimmering folds.
No heart to disturb your precious rest,
I left you lying there in a faded red dress.
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Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine,
There's always laughter and good red wine.
At least I've always found it so.
Benedicamus Domino!
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When Susanna Jones wears red
her face is like an ancient cameo
Turned brown by the ages.
Come with a blast of trumphets, Jesus!
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Oh if I were the velvet rose
Upon the red rose vine,
I'd climb to touch his window
And make his casement fine.
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All, that I know
Of a certain star
Is, it can throw
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It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk,
Though my own red roses there may blow;
It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk,
Though the red roses crest the caps, I know.
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Anger and sadness can't explain why, the reason you left, just emptiness from the years you lied to me, thinking were best friends, only to be betrayed, not reminiscing anymore just thinking for once, the red rage makes me angry, the tears spent for you make the rain, seeing only memories of you playing in the red rain, they wanted you for themselves, no more time for me, I know they hate me, and apparently you do too they said, I accept it for now, no need to hate for if acceptance is life its the end, an effect it can have, wondering if you actually really cared, choosing everyone over me, even though I treated you like a princess, red rain, red rain, sweet and kind I thought, but not now, only sick and twisted, hating what you've become, saying you'd always be my friend, what about now, all I can see is red, only memories of you in the red rain
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When white clouds filled the land
Red stained the earth
Thunder roared and lightning struck
Red stained the earth
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Red!
Red colour,
Red art! !
Red Paint;
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blood red rose spread heart bloomed in passions
each petal blood red dark caught eye in life pulse
each petal blood red dark caught eye in web intrigues
each petal blood red dark danced among sharp thorns
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From red to red!
Red roses of love! ! !
Red valley and,
Red hill! ! !
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Red as the cauldron burning
Red.
Red as the red Indians running
Red in my
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Red,
Red and red,
Only red.
Red tape,
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red is sightful.
red is full.
red is full of pain.
red is vengeance.
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I always had such a good time, good time, good time girl. Each and every day from morning to night. Each and every twenty-four hours I wanted to wake up, wake up. I was so lively, so livewire tense, such a highly pitched little. I was red, so red so red. I was a tomato. I was on the lookout for the wolf. Want some sweeties, mister? I bought a red dress myself. I bought the wolf. Want some sweeties, mister? I bought a red dress for myself. I bought a hood for myself. Get me a hood. I bought a knife.
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Red.
Red is the anger steaming from your ears
Red is the pimpled skin of a ripe and juicy strawberry
Red is the lipstick shade your Grandma wore in the 80's
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