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Famous Short Red Poems

Famous Short Red Poems. Short Red Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Red short poems

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Red | Short Famous Poems and Poets

by Mother Goose

A Chimney

Black within and red without;
Four corners round about.

by Amy Lowell

Red Slippers

 Red slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the 
street, flaws of grey,
windy sleet!

by Emily Dickinson

White as an Indian Pipe

 White as an Indian Pipe
Red as a Cardinal Flower
Fabulous as a Moon at Noon
February Hour --

by William Carlos (WCW) Williams

The Red Wheelbarrow

 so much depends

a red wheel

glazed with rain

beside the white

by Mother Goose

Teeth And Gums

Thirty white horses upon a red hill,
Now they tramp, now they champ, now they stand still.

by Nizar Qabbani

Every Time I Kiss You

 Every time I kiss you
After a long separation
I feel
I am putting a hurried love letter
In a red mailbox.

by Robert Creeley


 The thing comes
of itself

 (Look up
to see
 the cat & the squirrel,
 the one
torn, a red thing,
 & the other
somehow immaculate

by Mother Goose

A Candle

Little Nanny Etticoat
In a white petticoat,
And a red nose;
The longer she stands
The shorter she grows.

by Carl Sandburg


 SAND of the sea runs red
Where the sunset reaches and quivers.
Sand of the sea runs yellow Where the moon slants and wavers.

by Edward Lear

G was a gooseberry


was a gooseberry,
Perfectly red;
To be made into jam,
And eaten with bread.


Gooseberry red!

by Robert Louis Stevenson

I Love To Be Warm By The Red Fireside

 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.

by Hilaire Belloc

The Catholic Sun

 Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine,
There’s always laughter and good red wine.
At least I’ve always found it so.
Benedicamus Domino!

by Edward Lear

X was King Xerxes


was King Xerxes,
Who wore on his head A mighty large turban,
Green, yellow, and red.


Look at King Xerxes!

by Edward Lear

P was a polly


was a polly,
All red, blue, and green,—
The most beautiful polly
That ever was seen.


Poor little Polly!

by Edward Lear

H was Papas new Hat


was Papa's new Hat;
He wore it on his head; Outside it was completely black,
But inside it was red.

by Michael Ondaatje

Application For A Driving License

 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.

by Wang Wei

In The Hills

 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.

by Ogden Nash

Reflection On Caution

 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.

by Edward Lear

There was a young person in red

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.

by William Carlos (WCW) Williams

The Great Figure

 Among the rain
and lights
I saw the figure 5
in gold
on a red
to gong clangs
siren howls
and wheels rumbling
through the dark city.

by Omar Khayyam

I worship rose-red cheeks with heart and soul,

I worship rose-red cheeks with heart and soul,
I suffer not my hand to quit the bowl,
I make each part of me his function do,
Or e'er my parts be swallowed in the Whole.

by Omar Khayyam

Cupbearer, come! from thy full-throated ewer

Cupbearer, come! from thy full-throated ewer
Pour blood-red wine, the world's despite to cure!
Where can I find another friend like wine,
So genuine, so solacing, so pure?

by Omar Khayyam

While Moon and Venus in the sky shall dwell,

While Moon and Venus in the sky shall dwell,
None shall see aught red grape-juice to excel:
O foolish publicans, what can you buy
One half so precious as the goods you sell?

by Wang Wei


 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 forget-me-knots!

by Edward Lear

There was an old man of Port Grigor

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.