Best Red Light Poems
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?
Who are you?
If I had the time,
I'd find out,
But the light turns green
And faces streak by
So fast.
And when the light is red,
I make sure the doors
Are locked and the Windows
Are raised.
Who are you?
Don't worry,I'll try
Not to stare,and sorry
Not a dime to spare.
Love is never having to say, "My dearest, slow down on the chocolates!"
For "Roses are Red - One Liner" contest by Alexis Y.
Are you truly homeless and hungry?
The cardboard sign with crooked letters says you are...
I only have a red light's time to decide.
Some say panhandlers make a good "living"
...are you one of them
Your clothes are dirty and raggedy
but your eyes are filled with fire and piss
am I just feeding your lazy veins
or a man hanging on the edge of the abyss.
I've only a red light's beat to decide
I splash a few coins in your palm
and notice your nails are cleaner than mine
I think I've just become your red-light sucker,
oh, well-goodbye and good luck- blood sucker?
Curbside romance
Picture in a magazine
Leering at a beauty queen
Short shirts and dirty mack’s
Waiting for red light perhaps
A furtive glance
Curbside romance
Fake smiles through
Red violent lips
Faded faces worn
By times constant grip
High heeled whores
Strut like flamingos
On their way
To another nights work
Woman in a window
Peering down the street and
Meat in a butchers shop
Waiting to be eaten
Internal musing
The light turns red right as I come to it.
This light stays red forever; I know well.
A long time stopped here, I’m just going to sit.
So tired am I. This waiting is pure hell.
My eyes keep closing. How I need to sleep!
It’s 2 a.m. My house is oh so near.
What silly law is this I have to keep?
I see in both directions all is clear!
I’m nodding off; I swear two minutes passed.
With all the town asleep, who’d ever see
me run this light? How long can this light last?
I press the gas most deliberately!
Senselessness to me just isn’t right.
Why not four-way stops used after midnight?
My recollection is fuzzy, but I believe I finally ran that light!!
Aug 2, 2016 for Lewis Raynes' That rule was begging to be broken Contest
Red light, Green light, cigarette buds
Red means stop,
green means go,
cigarette buds punched out in an dirty ash tray
means death is coming for you
and love has run out,
just as the man trying to blow through
the intersection we all know as 'life'
smoking his cigarette clouding his car
with ash and smoke
till the eighteen wheeler rams him off the road
and he turns into fire and ash
like his blackened lungs from all the cigarette buds
that were punched out in the ashtray we all call 'reality'
Red the symbol for blood, which flows from his open wounds
green for his greed for rushing through life
and the cigarette buds that littered his so-called 'great life'
-11/18/2013-
Short shorts skirts and spike heeled shoes
In the Red light District of your town
On the darkened street corners
There's pleasures of the flesh to be found.
Blondes, brunettes and redheads
Working girls they are.
They earn their living selling flesh
To hungry men with expensive cars.
In the Red light District of your town
Law Enforcement lies in wait.
To persecute and to arrest
Using decoys as bait.
You'd think that the Police
Would have better things to do.
The streets are filled with criminals
That prey on me and you.
Cheap Motels and alcohol
In the Red light District of your town.
No matter what your looking for
Cheap Thrills do abound.
Red moon in October night,
Crimson sprays, from pale light.
Earth’s shadow, casting lovely glow,
Red atmosphere transferring light to pale moon,
The Blood Moon shines tonight.
Watch from the land,
Watch from the sea,
Watch from the air,
Watch from space,
Watch the Blood Moon.
Red light shines down on Earth’s shadow,
Common night displayed in bloody clarity
From land, air, and sea.
Cast lovely light glow around Earth,
From outer space,
Lights out, deep red glow.
No red moon in black depths of space,
But red Earth, made brighter
From the Blood Moon.
A night of sorrow, warrior loss,
Pray for survival,
Of warriors fighting abroad,
Tribute paid to dead warriors of the past,
The Blood Moon shines for the dead to.
Night is over,
The Blood Moon is gone,
One more year, till the time is right,
And the Blood Moon shall shine again,
But now back to life,
Anticipation for the next crimson night.
You kiss me at the door
Your eyes say good bye
As I walk away
Before the morning light
A long drive a head
One light
And it’s red
Just a turn and a stop up the road
Take me to
My other home
Live stock gets fed
As I amble through my day
Doing the things that I do
Finding ways to keep entertained
Till its over
And I head back to you
Take me to
My other home
Just a stop and a turn up the road
One light
And it’s red
A long drive a head
Two masters can test a mans soul
Family, love, earth, mud
Can top a bottomless pit
A welcome sight
The bright porch light
And inside your eyes wait for me.
Knowing tomorrow again
The day will start with a kiss
As I walk away
From your adoring light
Cheap trance thievery
Epstein coat hanger kisses
life in them 'thar hills
I was talking to a girl,
Who had fallen in love with a married man,
She said,'I can't help it, he consumes me,'
But I can't do anything otherwise it'll split his marriage up.
I said,' baby, you can as much stop life as you can stop at a red traffic light.'
Can you see the darkness, the utter blackness that surrounds me
The only light shinning down from a single street lamp
reflecting off the water on the street
a sad run away story
the black pavement blends in with the sky
the yellow glare is from a street light
the metal of it twisted up in fancy design
to the right of me is feilds
to the left of me is another road
and more feilds
green grass and gold weat springing up with wildflowers
barely visible, looking dead and matted down
i sit in the middle of the empty street
dead center of the lamps yellow glow
as if a spot light were being shone on me
so that im not in the dark completly
the rain still hasnt ceased
but it feels good on my hot, slicked, over heated body
black skinny jeans stick to me
a black and red band shirt sticks to me
black sneakers with checkered red and black laces
cover my soaked feet
my nails are the color of the sky
same as my face
streaked with eye liner grime
hair dark and curling in the rain
matting to my back
maybe life is just a game
maybe we are all just acts
i drop my head in my knees
wrap my arms around my ankels
right above my feet
the rain pours down
and i feel weak
my heart flows with the rain
drownding into the gutter
do you see it
do you see what no one else will
the little red stream
life drownding in the water
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Red Light
Up on the tower
choose a different path
winking for sailors
GINSU-KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
I can see New Brunswick , Canada out the window.
Thats where the tower is.... in a foreign land.
I stand because I'm proud To be who I am.
I walk because in tough times, I know, I can.
I jog because my health Permits me you see,
Though I run, usually, When someone's chasing me.
But I stop only, Because I want him to know,
There's no need to chase me, I won't let him go.