Famous Short Red Poems. Short Red Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Red short poems
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Black within and red without;Four corners round about.
Red slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the
street, flaws of grey,
White as an Indian Pipe
Red as a Cardinal Flower
Fabulous as a Moon at Noon
February Hour --
so much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white
Thirty white horses upon a red hill,Now they tramp, now they champ, now they stand still.
Every time I kiss you
After a long separation
I am putting a hurried love letter
In a red mailbox.
SAND of the sea runs red
Where the sunset reaches and quivers.
Sand of the sea runs yellow
Where the moon slants and wavers.
The thing comes
the cat & the squirrel,
torn, a red thing,
& the other
Little Nanny EtticoatIn a white petticoat,And a red nose;The longer she standsThe shorter she grows.
G was a gooseberry,Perfectly red;To be made into jam,And eaten with bread. g! Gooseberry red!
I LOVE to be warm by the red fireside,
I love to be wet with rain:
I love to be welcome at lamplit doors,
And leave the doors again.
Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine,
There’s always laughter and good red wine.
At least I’ve always found it so.
X was King Xerxes,Who wore on his head A mighty large turban,Green, yellow, and red. x! Look at King Xerxes!
Look at King Xerxes!
P was a polly,All red, blue, and green,—The most beautiful pollyThat ever was seen. p! Poor little Polly!
Poor little Polly!
Two birds loved
in a flurry of red feathers
like a burst cottonball,
continuing while I drove over them.
I am a good driver, nothing shocks me.
H was Papa's new Hat;He wore it on his head; Outside it was completely black,But inside it was red.
White rocks jutting from Ching stream
The weather's cold, red leaves few
No rain at all on the paths in the hills
Clothes are wet with the blue air.
Affection is a noble quality;
It leads to generosity and jollity.
But it also leads to breach of promise
If you go around lavishing it on red-hot momise.
There was a young person in red,Who carefully covered her head,With a bonnet of leather, and three lines of feather,Besides some long ribands of red.
Among the rain
I saw the figure 5
on a red
to gong clangs
and wheels rumbling
through the dark city.
A red berry grows
in the south country --
The boughs are full of them
when spring arrives.
Gather some, I pray,
and fill your pockets --
These are the best
There was an old man of Port Grigor,Whose actions were noted for vigour;He stood on his head till his waistcoat turned red,That eclectic old man of Port Grigor.
There was an Old Man with a poker,Who painted his face with red ochre.When they said, "You 're a Guy!" he made no reply,But knocked them all down with his poker.
And David’s Lips are lockt; but in divine
High-piping Péhlevi, with “Wine! Wine! Wine!
Red Wine!”—the Nightingale cries to the Rose
That yellow Cheek of hers to incarnadine.
If I shouldn't be alive
When the Robins come,
Give the one in Red Cravat,
A Memorial crumb.
If I couldn't thank you,
Being fast asleep,
You will know I'm trying
Why my Granite lip!