Best Redheaded Poems
A spaceship called Hope... made from future's grand mist,
is perched upon a launch pad of manic chemicals, and loss.
With stun gun emotion, mother earth regurgitates.
5-4-3-2-1
Her metal finger meets the button...
she releases her ballast...
Blast off!
My brain engulfing G forces.
Soon to become a mustard seed
in the speed of light garden.
Filled with gravid redheaded planets,
giving birth to fat-headed moons.
The stars are cheering, like starving mad islanders.
Light years have passed.
Ground control has lost contact.
(by choice or by accident).
The rations are depleting,
but I'm serene in a starry tranquility...
I've blown by a million past lives.
Apologized half-heartedly to an alien God.
Who wished me well, pointed toward a giant black hole.
Then disappeared into the vapor trail
of lost potential and cachexic hope.
Its eerily over.
There's no more virgin oxygen.
Only the stale argon of saints and tyrants,
casting shadows of black hallucinations
chanting:
"Little seed...little seed...Didn't you know this was a one-way flight?"
I gaze out a stained-glass window for the last time.
Church bells are ringing from the parched throat of time.
Four golden letters peel from the side of the star dusted ship.
Satiating the madness of stars...
"Little seed...little seed."
Categories:
redheaded, allegory, space,
Form:
Free verse
A redheaded pileated woodpecker hopped up a tree
Barn swallows fly around me
Doves were cooing down in the dale
Other birds joined in, I even heard some quail..
While walking the dog in the late afternoon..
Categories:
redheaded, dog, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Dating a beautiful redhead girl will be the greatest moment of my life. She’s like an Irish princess, even better. Her hair is so red, it’s as if she’s on fire. Her beautiful eyes are like a pair of emerald gems when I look at them. And her pale skin is as beautiful as pure, white snow. It seems to me that all attractive redheads are amazing, and most of all, they’re down to Earth. This redhead is also like a beautiful, Irish Princess, even from the Emerald Isle (Ireland). I never dated an attractive redheaded girl before, but it’s about time that I did. Plus, there are other beautiful redheads who are famous, like Kay and Danielle Panabaker, Emma Stone, Hayley Williams, Lindsay Lohan, Lily Cole, and others. Not to mention Julienne Moore, even though she’s happily married. I wouldn’t mind dating a beautiful redhead, but she has to be from the U.S. or Ireland. She’s like that redheaded warrior from Brave. She’ll be my Irish Princess one day (Irish girlfriend), and I’ll be her American prince (American beau). I say, if I were to get into a serious relationship with this attractive redhead, I won’t break her heart; I’d also be honest and truthful to her. I know that female redheads are sensitive and I also know that she doesn’t want to be brokenhearted. All I know is that if I fall in love with a redhead girl and I become infatuated with her, there’s just no telling.
Categories:
redheaded, girlfriend, love, work, write,
Form:
Sonnet
By the side of the loch some boys at play,
when into their midst there came
A beautiful white and riderless horse
with a long and flowing mane
A redheaded boy jumped up on its back,
a daring young sprite was he
And the other bold lads, as lads often do,
followed in his lee
The boys they ranged from the head to the tail,
and more clung to the side
And the pure white horse cantered along,
with the boys enjoying the ride
But one boy recalled an ancient tale,
and wished he had paid more heed,
How the slimy Kelpie could change its shape
and become a shining steed
Then the Kelpie, in this fine disguise,
would trot by the loch or mere
And the humans foolish enough to ride,
would be doomed to disappear
This unhappy boy had a grip on the tail
and he was running last
But when he tried to let it go,
he found his hand stuck fast
He twisted and turned, he tossed and thrashed,
but all to no avail
‘til he pulled out a knife, from the top of his boot,
and slashed the creature’s tail
And in that instant the Kelpie reared up,
and flew with brimstone and fire
Out over the loch and down in the deep
of the boggy marsh and mire
The boy left behind stood on the sand
and gazed where his friends been
And though the men searched for many a night,
they never again were seen
And the mothers came to sit by the loch,
to keen, to moan and cry
And in their grief they failed to see,
a pale horse trotting by.
Margaret Foster 29th August 2011
‘each uisge’ Gaelic—Water horse—Kelpie
mere—archaic, dialect. a lake or marsh.
Categories:
redheaded, boy, fantasy, horse,
Form:
Rhyme
As I wander through my mind, back to years now long gone by.
I stumble over many memories, some now faded and worn by father time.
Others clear, even brilliant, bring a tear, or a smile to the corner of my eye.
At times I was cowboy Roy, as my pony raced the wind.
Some game of cowboy, or some pirate or maybe I was fighter pilot Dan.
There was bubble gum, old Junker bicycles, but I always wanted a Schwinn.
Long lonely walks along the lakeshore, a fishing pole at ready in my hand.
Flowers, frogs, tadpoles and maybe a story from grandpa, occupied my day.
Dirt so hot, it burnt our bare feet, hot summers that never seemed to end.
There were always chores that called, but not always done just right.
And school, but also games, baseball, kick the can, now do come into my mind.
That first kiss, that spun my head around.and made my heart so light.
Chums and best friends, having now gone their separate ways.
Stubbed toes, skinned shins, horses and how we played the game.
Ah childhood, those were "the good old days".
My first car, a FORD of course and this was a model "A"
Parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles now resting in their graves,
Who taught those treasured values that guided and help me find my way.
Hard work, responsibility my young shoulders forced to bear.
There was sports and girls, challenges that I could never get quite right
The years of war with stars hung in windows, for boys who were serving there.
That redheaded girl that grabbed me by the heart and agreed to be my wife.
There were hard times, but good times, as we traveled through the years.
Four grown children, with children of their own, now living their own dreams of life
The time of my life is passing, like water that flows on its journey to the sea.
And though youth has escaped me now, these memories still burn just as brightly.
Somehow I know that my life’s journey, was the adventure that a child had dreamt about with glee.
Categories:
redheaded, childhood, family, life, nostalgia,
Form:
Classicism
The Teacher boomed "Girls Curtsy" now "Boys Bow".
"Learn your Etiquette, Ladies first Gentlemen".
"We do not run we are not a herd of cattle, Now single file !"
"You Mr Smith will hold the door !, Thank you sir"
We filed threw the door unlike cattle as best we could.
Young Mr Smith falling promptly into the end of the line.
The girls giggled at us boys, as it seemed we were most in need of discipline.
And now to add to our disgrace we must, I must, keep from becoming violently ill.
For today we will learn to dance with Girls !
Behold the Gymnasium, the fetid hall of Torture, First Dodge-ball and now this Humiliation. Under the glaring lights of the Gymnasium devilish eyes gleamed across the way as they separated boys from girls.Damn their souls !, Begone ye pony-tailed and frilly spawns of Satan !
If only a deathly rain of frogs would find this an opportune moment to appear.
With their Ghastly shrills they would scatter to the winds like dandelion seeds !
But protected they were, the roof held steady and appeared it would for quite sometime.
They then paired us off, boy-girl, boy-girl, no chance to protest it was done.
I stood there holding her hand, staring at the back of her curly red hair.
She turned and smiled then shrugged, looking away so I would not turn to stone.
The Teacher sneered with fiendish delight and clapped her hands "Now Begin !"
Music filled the air and the frilly beast grabbed my other hand and pulled me towards her."Step-Step-Step-Left-Step-Step and Right, Boys pay attention !"
Slightly above the music I could hear groans from my fellow tortured souls.
We drug our feet desperately hoping for a Fire drill, The A-bomb, anything to end this nightmare ! The clock ticked slowly away and finally it came to an end, Death did not come we lived on.
The Redheaded Demoness turned to me "You did good" she said, and walked away to rejoin the giggling herd. Several days later a note appeared tapping on my shoulder, from the (Redheaded Demoness) "I like you do you like me Y/N" it read. It was over for me, my journey through the light had come to an end and into the darkness I fell as I pressed down with my #2 Pencil and circled (Y).
Categories:
redheaded, children, evil, drug,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I have a redheaded angel
she's very special you see;
all of the world adores her
they ask why she married me?
I tell them love is the answer
and love is terribly blind;
fortune was mine completely,
thank you for being so kind.
I rarely see her get riled;
she seldom, if ever, gets mad:
everyone thinks she's a wonder,
that makes me terribly glad.
What makes this readhead an angel?
What makes her an artist's dream?
She can sit and relate to anyone,
she's a beacon that brightly beams.
The greatest of all her assets,
is patience, for patience is kind:
She creates pictures of understanding
to give others some real peace of mind. Robert Davidson
Categories:
redheaded, angel, joy, love, wife,
Form:
Rhyme
“SQUAWK, Squawk, squawk” ,the Bald Eagle’s song of Freedom, Liberty and Serenity
bird Houses, in my backyard are filled with baby Chickadees , Whining , is their Song
If they Knew by the end of Summer, in stillness before the Rain: Phoebe - Tranquility
the clouds Thicken and Blacken : the Chickadee puffs her chest, sings Phoebe song
The rain softly Crying a Phoebe’s resounding echoes , Chickadees, duel Ability
the sky is blue: the wind is calm: a single Phoebe "warning" believe in Her Validity
His Bright Red Plumage
He can not hide from my Eyes
Tapping and rapping, His song
There’s no Special beat
A Redheaded Woodpecker
Tap, Tap, Tap, Rap, Raps his Song
So close sits this Robin beside me
No Songs, just the Promise of Spring
Inspired by the Contest : " For(Four) Beautiful Birds"
Sponsored by CONSTANCE~~A Rambling POET~~
Written : May 1st - 2nd, 2011 By HGarvey Daniel Esquire
5th Place
Categories:
redheaded, life, naturesong, song,
Form:
Free verse
The music in the wind Natures voice a treasure From clouds thundering drums or when the red headed beats a melody As a lonesome love pines like a wolf’s prayer with nightway’s healing rhythmic rattle of leaves An enchanted gift from the cedar bough To draw lovers closer listening to the breeze From the ancient airs of peace Little raindrops from heaven Like mustangs running free As the first people still seek A Love song upon a flute The fruit of tranquil harmony Our breath becomes one under the sun ~ Note - Native American Love Flute Legend - wagnuka (wah-gnuh-kah) woodpecker (redheaded) wihinape (wee-hee-nah-pay) sunrise
Categories:
redheaded, beauty, history, music, native
Form:
Free verse
They were playing quite nicely,
My pride and my joy;
My two small, blonde daughters
And my redheaded boy.
Then I heard a commotion.
"Oh, what is it now?"
Their friendly, quiet game
Had turned into a row.
Sometimes he teased them
Until they got mad
And ran in to tell me
That Brother was bad.
I could hear them coming
Of the outrage to tell;
Stumbling and crying
Until both of them fell.
They were dressed for a party
In outfits the same.
If they had mussed their dresses
It would be such a shame.
They both talked at once.
I could not make it out
What this unforgivable,
Terrible deed was about.
I called him to ask
"What is it you've done?"
And my high spirited, mischievous,
Lovable son
Stood ready for punishment
As straight as a rod
And admitted he'd called them
"Two Peas In A Pod."
Won first in two peas in a pod contest.
Categories:
redheaded, childhood
Form:
Light Verse
THE TRANSIENTS OF MY YOUTH
Old and wrinkly, whiffs of cigarettes and whiskey; his sparkling blues tell me there is bubble gum and a surprise; I check the long pockets finding smiles and candy, feeling loved and dandy.
Southern Antebellum, with manicures of rouge; kind but broken, drinking fermented raspberries and booze; her man is gone, a war still on; hopefully some funds will help move her on.
Irish and grumpy, redheaded and rockin’; football with silence, movies of canned violence; double features and fries, we have a good time; he buys me a watch, a keepsake.
German Muslim sister and stressed; Turkish dancing at night, in memories blessed; chocolates swirl round, but starving she falls down; night
Burly and bearded, stinking of failure; he is noisy and imposing, promising messy favors; overweight and hungry, despite Nordictrack endeavors; addicted to cookies, a humongous bummer.
Categories:
redheaded, age, america, anxiety, appreciation,
Form:
Blank verse
a redheaded ball of curiosity
cute as a button
eyes dancing with smiles
he has a crush
searching for his little one
taller than he
she with curly hair
a room filled with happiness
piano keys and joy
it made me
cry
Merry Christmas
Categories:
redheaded, beautiful, christmas,
Form:
Free verse
THINGS NOT TO BE
There are thoughts in my mind
I cannot reach.
Am I crazy?
But, I know they are there.
I feel, in lonely nights, a sense of them
when I dream a flower, a cloud,
a beautiful woman.
All women are beautiful. God knows that.
So do I. Am I then God?
I learned this logic exercise in college,
but, I have since forgotten.
But it remains that all women are beautiful.
My redheaded angel was.
The one I lost because I never won.
The one who met me on the field
after we were beaten,
with a hug and a kiss.
I pushed her away because I failed
to win an inconsequential thing.
I pushed her away.
That was the way of it.
That was the way.
We loved, hated, fought, and loved
over and over again.
I think, sense, how intimately pure
we were, so close, yet so far.
I think how much I loved her
when I wasn't angry. When she
was in my arms.
I think of red hair, freckles and feelings.
I think of her
leaning on my '53 Buick
adding class to my rowdiness.
I think of her always, and always will.
Rose 91 Fritz Crytzer
February 2016
Categories:
redheaded, allusion, beautiful, first love,
Form:
Free verse
He wasn't like any other ordinary boy
of his own age, but an explorer so passionately
enamored with the sea,
which once almost drowned him;
he was criticized and mocked for his idea,
and yet he tried to persuade them
that the earth wasn't flat, but round...
and they called him crazy!
The redheaded explorer, with a rugged face,
continued to persue that dream,
through rejection and impatience,
he pushed forward to accomplish his mission
with his brothers on his side,
and God to guide him through his struggles;
after years of persistance and persuasion,
he was finally granted his wish!
He had an unbreakable trust in God,
and often asked his men aboard to pray,
and a miraculous circumstance
suddenly hindered his munity;
visible weeds from the coastal waters,
and shrilling fowls flying overhead
had sure and immediate signs of land...
and Columbus looked to Heaven in praise!
The redheaded explorer lived in a time of constant change,
and he changed the destiny of many
by discovering a rich land...
different from the one he had ever imagined;
and he was certain of having found
a westward route to Asia...
but he wasn't aware that his discovery
was another continent later to be named," America."
Categories:
redheaded, faith, history, passion, people,
Form:
Ballad
"Here comes trouble" some people said,
just because his hair was red..
He saw he was different with his bright,
red mane but knew on the inside he was
likely the same..
Most days he just stood there and smiled
as they chanted "you redheaded step child".
At times he was wounded by their troubling taunts,
their teasing echoed in his head, like ghosts, they'd haunt..
Labeled a "fire cracker", he rarely exploded. He took it
all in and eventually imploded.
This poor little boy longed for some one to say,
"He has red hair cause God made him that way."
Categories:
redheaded, abuse, bullying,
Form:
Light Verse