Best Reddens Poems

Drowning in the oppression of darkness, 
adrift in realms of the unseen and unheard,
her mind becomes blank and blind,
plummeting without sound.

Loved ones watch helplessly, unable...

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In his bed she lies in wait.
For when he returns he will surely sate.
The time in the shower was just a tease.
No time to savor.....no...

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When all of youth flees
and even the whitest eye reddens, rheums,
words, fair words, dispel the gloom.
When hands are mapped with age and knurled,
still, they transform...

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"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"

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In full moon light
Wet fog creeps
Morning reddens with dawn....

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The butterflies in my soul
They ignite my eyes. 
I'm breathless
Yet I feel so alive. 
The scorching embers, oh how they burn
But yet they feel so...

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O beaker of blood
Enticing red cabarnet
Blood of the saints
Tears of the brave
Baptised in the river
Her artereous rush
Now pumping in my veins
Reddens my lips
Whispers Thy Name
Rose...

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With an earnest smile he asks me to dance
He is as nervous as I, I can judge by his stance
He glides me the floor and...

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Since morning I’m calling you, no answer!
Who’s the hell that has kept you busy, indifferent?
How could you forget to wish me damn lover?
The roses are...

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Slim is lean, tall, muscled and an inarticulate mass
Of loyalty, independence, pride and downright Western class
Cocking his hat just so he lets loose with his...

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It still hurts from the cutting train
And I can’t find my bleeding legs
I hate this unbearable pain
So I pass it on to my “friends”

My blood...

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It hits me like a wave, churning deep within my gut.
Holding my breath as the situation sinks in.
(Climbing a stairway to heaven)
People staring, eyes peering,...

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The Herbalist:-

She deals with herbs,
She collects the rarest herbs,
She creates new drugs,
She burns the weeds,
She smokes weeds,
She bedecks her bun with flowers,
She allures us with...

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As I walk along the footpath
The ice cracks under my sole
The windchill cools the ears
And reddens up my nose.

The Winter Sun looks warm
But passers by...

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Quickly I tie her frantic hands,
while her legs kick ferociously
Physical strength subdues 
her panting and panicking soul.
Coarse ropes tighten and burn
deep within her silken skin.

Legs...

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