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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 Paul Callus |
Categories: red, sorrow, sympathy,

A Monoku in Red


 a compassionate moon _ absorbing the suffering of innocents



A Monoku contest hosted by James Edward Lee Sr.
Based on Picture 3
Placed 2nd
7th April, 2018 


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Withdrawn I wept lamenting the depart,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 arthur vaso |
Categories: allusion, art, child abuse, death, inspirational, philosophy,

The Red Balloon

The little girl
set free the red balloon
it flew over a certain death
free from the pain
of auction
the little girl
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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 courtney webb |
Categories: depression, sad, sympathy, teen, cry, red,

Crying Red Tears

I hold it in
falling apart inside
close my door
walk up the familiar stairs
reach for my only friend
no questions asked
not a doubt in my mind
i tug at my wrist
let my arms Cry Red Tears 
full of pain desire hate
tape up the emotions
put away the fears
so i can hold it in 
and let my arms Cry Red Tears...

Poem Details | by Patricia Langston-Moran |
Categories: death, warred, snow, red, snow,

Son of War

The snow fell on bloody ground
turning the white to red, eating the silent
flakes till they disappeared into red dust.
The hand lay still...hopelessly bound
in death. Warm red snow was not meant
to melt and cover white life with lust.

No breath melted the blanket of white
dancing playfully on the mother's son
who lay coldly quiet 'neath nature's cover. 
He had wanted to stay...not feel the splice
of war...taking him beyond the red sun
atop the earth where the hawks hover.

Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: death, introspection, nature

Red

Blazing red sunset
Touching earth, touching sky; me
Sets soon warmth gone night

Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: angst, death, education, history, introspection, lifered,

Red Wedged-Heel Shoe

On  top of the pile___shoes upon shoes
One lone wedged-heel red shoe that gives clue
That she knew what her fate would be soon
Aware her soul__spirit would take flight

One lone wedged-heel red shoe that gives clue
The owner was last one to die the death
Aware her soul__spirit would take flight
Memories filled her every thought

The owner was last one to die the death
Terror, horror with every breath
Memories filled her every thought
Of family, friends, life, love__children

Terror, horror, with every breath
Because she knew what fate would be soon
Same as family, friends, love__children
On top of the pile__shoes upon shoes

Poem Details | by Bernard Chan |
Categories: autumn, color, funeral, imagery, nature, seasons, summer,

Red


from afar, leaves like uncounted catatonic fires  
huddled close
pinned to the chill air

a pointillist’s love affair with a hundred shades of red

the ground is a fresh wound, edgeless 

a breeze worries the boughs 
stokes the hanging flames into quivering  
crimsons 
scarlets 
vermilions 
renegade ambers

a slow burn resumes

accompanied by a susurrus of sighs 
a dirge for a season

and the summer sky, now turned slate,
is cremated

Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: beauty, bereavement, bird, grief, muse, song,

Red Cap Requiem

a cardinal sang ...

sweet, to send my soul soaring,

til I saw his muse ...

a beautied mate - his one love -

cold and still ... on April snow.







~ 1st Place ~  in the "Let The Pens Flow - Tanka" Poetry Contest, Jenish Somadas, Judge & Sponsor.

( Syllables = 5, 7, 5, 7, 7, counted at HowManySyllables.com )



Poem Details | by Jenish Somadas |
Categories: black love, blue, color, death, green, red, yellow,

Death in Disguise

Pattering rain shattering on grey road
With grisly green umbrella she troad
In a black attire looking ghostly white
Her red woeful eyes sending fearful jilt.

Watery moon painting yellowish lips
Frozen fear dancing on pink finger tips
Her flowing hair sweeping pain of ashes
An orange lamp blinking passing wishes.

Violet blooms falling from whining trees
Covering brown earth - a graveyard in pleas
Ah nature, dull and dreary, standing still
Her fervid eloquence under blue spill.

My canary cage cried a fearful moan
While eyes shifted, into thin air she gone.



Third Place in STRAND PICK 8,any theme,any form Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: beauty, crazy, death, roses are red,

Gothic Trilogy Roses are Red

Roses are red
So is my blood
Pull out your knife my dear
And make us a flood
My crimson liquid will flow as wine
Like the grandest of rivers, deliciously sublime
You stab and plunge and stab and stab away
Even you my dear have a shiver
Lustful revenge for an untold crime
There comes a day, when a bill will come due
You killed the wrong one you see
It should have been you

Poem Details | by Linda Barr |
Categories: brother, funeral, inspirational, loss, passion, satire, heart, heart, love, red, rose,

This Human Heart

My brother is buried at Arlington National Cemetery. I still remember that day

His Human Heart He laid red rose upon white casket Tears were hidden behind dark glasses People are such righteous asses This question I just had to ask it A wounded heart will not outlast it This human life quickly passes This human dream was love’s excess Why was his love so very wrong? Gender doesn’t really matter Human dreams are still shattered He laid red rose upon white casket Was their love so very wrong? The question I just had to ask it His human heart still sang love’s song.

Poem Details | by Sharon Ruebel |
Categories: death, lost love, love,

One Red Rose




     love left me empty
     this time it is for good
     a gesture one red rose
     alone where he stood

     so cold are my days
     the sun never shines
     the nights are unending
     and sadness is mine

     i remember the days
     when love filled my heart
     now it is empty
     and broken apart 

     one half of my heart
     beats lonely and still
     the other is with you
     asleep in the chill...

Poem Details | by Lainy Kaye |
Categories: angel, death, depression, stars, suicide, roses are red,

Demons Inside

Roses are red,
Violets are blue 
Sugar is sweet 
And so are you
But the roses are wilting 
And the violets are dying
The angels flew away 
Now I’m left crying
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I pulled the trigger
And away I flew

Poem Details | by mike dailey |
Categories: death, girl,

Little Red Riding Hood

And then we have Red Riding Hood
That girl was sure up to no good
For she laid a trail
Her granny to nail
By a wolf as she knew he would

Then this little girl had the nerve
From everything I could observe
To have him done in
Because of his grin
She didn’t get what she deserved

No, she got her very own story
A heroine in all her glory
Instead of thanked
She should have been spanked
For it was a story too gory 

Poem Details | by Megan O'Day |
Categories: death, depression, fear, happiness, hope, love,

RED

I am the color that stands for love.
I am the hearts that fill up your box.
I am the rose that sits on your table.
I am the dress you wear on a date.
I am the ribbon on a perfectly wrapped package.
I am the stripes on the American flag.
I am the sign that warns you to turn back.
I am the anger on your face.
I am the pen on your test, “F”.
I am the horns on your biggest fear.
I am the color that stands for love,
But I am also the blood that drips off your knife.

Poem Details | by May Fenn |
Categories: analogy, courage, death, grief, imagery, military, patriotic,

Blood red

Poppies great beauty
Brave men dying for duty
Each nourish the earth.

Poem Details | by Ezra cook |
Categories: beautiful, death, horror, lost love, marriage, murder, mystery,

Lady In Red

The Lady in red
awaits my arrival
 The Lady in red
lays and waits
The Lady in red 
never-more so beautiful
The Lady in red
Who is my newly wed
The Lady whose white dress covered in Red
is no more

Poem Details | by Diane M Quinlan |
Categories: autumn, change, death, halloween, moon, morning, red,

October

 autumn, change, death, halloween, moon, morning, red,

Three Haiku poems on October for contest

October skies bite
Northern winds lay frost tonight
Hoar covered meadows

Cold short daylight hours
The month of October brings
Reigns before snow fall.

Night skies tinted all red
October month turns over
Harvest moon is out



Poem Details | by Lilith Rodriguez |
Categories: clothes, color, death, red,

The Clothes We Wear

There’s a lady dressed in white. 
She smiles in the morning light.

There’s a man who’s dressed in brown. 
He scowls as the sun goes down. 

There’s a girl who’s dressed in blue
Who got her hands stuck in glue. 

There’s a boy who’s dressed in red.
It’s not his clothes, he’s just dead.

Poem Details | by Allié-Marie Smith |
Categories: funeral, roses are red,

DONT CHEAT

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
You are my boyfriend,
And I love you!

But the roses are wilting,
The violets are dead,
I've heard you've been cheating.
I'll knock off your head.

Poem Details | by Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories: death, life, roses are red,

Right to Life


Maybe, Jesus would have 
thought «Roses are red, violets are 
blue», if He 
had not been crucified

Or maybe, He would not had
asked «Father, forgive them for they don’t 
know what they’re doing!», if He
had not been betrayed

Maybe, many would have
lived much longer, if man with sane mind 
had not been obsessed 
with war, war, and more war

Or maybe, I would have 
grown «As lovely as a tree», if death
had never been mine 

for I, a blooming word, had a goal 
not to live life like sperm only minutes 
to an hour after being libidinously
ejaculated outside from one's sacredness

Poem Details | by Muhammad Safa Thajudeen |
Categories: abuse, community, corruption, evil, grief,

RED LIGHTS

India is waiting,
At Mumbai's red lights,
No green!