Best Bloodred Poems
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Crimson lace and black tie bows, afore this reflectless glass...
Laboring breath while untying her negligee to reveal, these lovely breast ~
Reaching for my palms with trembling hands; placing them atop her heart
As wanton she stares; gazing deep within my eyes amid this silent desire
Pulling her close her neck to bare her nipples in flames; quenching my thirst...
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...“BloodRed Silk” *
butterflies ferment
like aesthetic Autumn leaves
— sanguine sage’s brush
10/15/2018
ferment - to be in a state of agitation or intense activity
sanguine - marked by eager hopefulness : confidently optimistic; bloodred
sage - wise through reflection and experience
The Unsupervised Stop Sign 10-26-23
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The Unsupervised Stop Sign
STOP!
Red lights flash crimson warnings
As arias of bloodred omens swirl about
My heedless headstrong rush past clanging signs
Into a deserted briar filled footpath in desertion.
SLOW DOWN!
Before unattended bowers of simpering weeds
Teach my mindless feet of snares and waiting snakes
While grieving angelic hosts
Sing pathetiques of harbingers.
DANGER!
Scoffing ignorance of neon auguries,
Captured in the throes of blindness,
My scorn winks in guarantees like surety bonds
That no other pathway breaths with rightness.
LOOK! CAUTION!
Heralds of merciful premonitions skirr,
Lay in tatters of disdain - pride traded for prudence
I swat at qualms and question like skeletons of leaves
Only to be swallowed into an abyss of remorse and contrition.
A sorrowful smile, a betraying teardrop from my eyes
I write this poem for the testament of time
Cries turning into hollow smiles
Unconsciously sinking to the wells of crime
My past gazing at me warily
Bloodred lips now chapped and dead
Dragging me to that same court of dread
Pouring out another poisonous wine
Draining out the fragile life of mine
I pay the price for it every day and night
Devoured quietly in silent fright
CHRISTINGLE
orange the world
flickering candle
inserted
bloodred ribbon
encircles
four toothpicks
nailed fleshwound
spirited fruits earths
Truth
revealed
Christingle
death where is
your sting
© Kim van Breda—25 December 2015
Crimson lace and black tie bows; afore this moonlits reflectless stained glass....
Laboring breath while untying yesteryears negligee to reveal; their vanilla lips
Rubies reaching for my palms; with trembling hands; placed atop times heart
As wanton she stares; gazing deep within evers eyes; amid these silent songs
Desire pulling her close; their neck to bare; bossoms on fire; quenching this....
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...."Thirst; BloodRed Silk" *
Deceit o’ bloodred,
Languish droplets bled
Elements purge forlorn
Happily e’er after battle-torn
Cruel lips kiss adieu,
Loathsome toxin askew
Slumber still mercy mine
Ador bore thou decline
Tangled web of lies,
Depths of loveless eyes
Pierced by devious dart,
Enfeeble, tis terse impart
Remiss of presence so
Willful heart nary let go.
Welcome harbinger grim,
Laid broken, weakened dim.
Come hither sweet respite
To thy favor, I so submit.
Love’s demise hardens regret,
Behests reminisce lest I forget.
Take this gift
More perfect than a full moon.
It is softer than silk,
The tresses of unblemished ksin.
Its fragrence heavies the night air,
Making those around it dizzy
As they breath deeply to draw in the scent.
And its color is of a deep bloodred,
Smoothly cut rubies of elegance.
Answer to the riddle:
4 letters: the 18th letter of the alphabet, the 15th, the 19th, and the 5th
BLeeding heart
BLeeding SouL
BLeeding words
Left untoLd
BLeeding spirit
BLeeding mind
BLeeding memories
Left behind
BLeeding shadows
BLeeding eyez
BLeeding screams
Of empty cries
And continuousLy my pen weeps
in ink of bLoodred rain...!!
Translucent light through opaque panes
Whistles they sound on Westbound trains
She can't share the guilt
Only I am to blame
Murky water
Pulled from a spoon
Lovelight dimmed
Like a bloodred moon
The day is done
My task is at hand
This worry will lessen
Like hourglass sand
The blame isn't mine
Only a shell remains
She's broken and bitter
Heart filled with pain
Flooded eyes pouring
Like a springtime rain
Body shaking and trembling
Hurt still remains
Whispers on deaf ears
Not giving relief
Falling aimlessly
Like a wind blown leaf
Love that was given
Would help with the storm
Unfulfilled expectations
Became quite the norm
Hearts made for breaking
Are worn on the sleeve
A blooming rose at one time
Now only thorns and leaves
And she touched my eyes...icy
cold shivers went throughout organs
as i opened these orbits, no one was there,
yet i felt her presence more than ever.
Fractals were enveloped in light
And in this light, made up of various colours,
were etherel objects.
Each object with its own color signature.
Vermillion, chartreuse, bloodred...
changed with emotions
wrapped its prey like a newborn
when close to a loved one
and with these colours we are reminded
of our solitude, our independentness
our results from choices that dictate
the evils in which shroud life.
i heard her voice again
my eyes closed and then reopened
to normalcy
how i yearn to go back just two minutes.
that's our dilemma, you know
living in either the past
or worrying about the future
But never in the present.
They did me a favour.
all three of them
together
as One.
Wreaked with the scent of a wet dog
the werewolf stretched it's neck and howled
to the bloodred moon
Thick red fluid dripped from his long fingernails
the werewolf vented thick steam from his swollen nostrils
in a forest overloaded with pain and fear
Flexing his muscles he knew he was hunted
as he began to dart, jump and dash through the thickets
burning torches shadowed his path
His razor sharp teeth bit down into the hunters necks
he would rip their bodies to pieces
noone kills the werewolf
the dancing girls twirled
a tumult of rich colors
their restless feet
move across the marble plane
spinning endlessly
on tiring toes
gold skin glistening
in the firelight
feverish eyes flashing
bloodred skirts flying
the drums intensify
forcing the girls
to incredible motion
twirling faster
than they thought possible
the lack of air
burns through their bodies
if they stop, they die
if they dance, they die
the music ends
with a resounding clash
dancers collapse
in graceful forms
sucking air in painfully
they rise and twirl
out of marble hell
to await tomorrow night
when they shall dance
again
Seen from below, there was nor a coward or cloud in the sky that day
Billowing smoke, it was bloodred, he’ll be home she’ll prey
Terror and hell throughout the night, she’ll hold her baby tight
With Dutch-courage him by my side said for him to give him another ride; he’ll want to fly for the winning side
For he wanted fame in the air, but he was hit right through the head but what do they care
They send us killing for yet another night, I can’t turn back for her though the stars shine so bright
For, I hoped for a clear-run and safe journey back, but tomorrow we’ll change tack
Two large doors towered
in a world of no ecape.
on one door vines were flowered
on the other roses drape.
Carved deep in the door of vines
a message had been read,
"think of all the better times,
or choose redwood instead."
On the door of bloodred rose
in black ink dark and dead,
"Think of those that you apose,
or choose the vine instead."
As I watched the people's choice
redwood took them back
to this place of no rejoice
but vine was still intact.
As they tried a second time
to choose the other door,
they found the knob of stringy vine
lay on the cold hard floor.
Now they saw their flaw's reaction
they're stuck here in this time.
It's time to put my words in action,
and choose the door of vine.