Best Scarlet Poems
If I have the time, I’ll wait eons, to greet you in scarlet dawn
As you marvel its vermillion garb embossing marigold arc
Emanating golden sparks, piercing hazy contours of dark
While gilded ripples glisten pond, where floats a snazzy swan.
Listen I’ll, to the music of morn, in songs of gentle breeze
Quivering new growth on barren trees where chickadees sing
Shedding dread of winter, in adoration of vibrant spring
As you thrill in waltzing hills, where green conifers wheeze.
Ambling through idyllic meadows of my coveted dreams
I’ll emerge in gilt-sunshine on silken petals glinting dew
Where pink and purple rosy blooms enliven to enchant you--
Meeting you where giggling streams glitter in amber beams.
By your side in a quiet spot, I’ll watch the sparrows fly by
Hopping from branch to branch in euphoric random dance
Scurrying suddenly in curvy flight, inviting your glance
Celebrating freedom, flying high, into expansive blue sky,
And compose a chapter of doting allegory in romantic glory
Lingering in hearts where cadent verses of desires sway
Turning up the tempo, letting life’s ravishing rhythms play
As hours and days accumulate slowly, into eternal love-story.
December 17, 2019
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Sky breathes red sunset
touches the heart in secret
Your rich scarlet lips
in a state of perfection
on edge of the horizon
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Her orchid blooms in petals across the vast expanse
bridging realms from here to there
spilling her wine and soaking the sphere of giving light
with impassioned shades of royal birth
as drowsy constellations daydream
she presents pious plumes of plum pastels
in a gesture of generous grandeur
for cosmic kings and queens
and mere mortal beings
golden eyed
behind heather veils of ethereal ecstasy
Susan Ashley
February 16, 2018
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~ First Place ~
Contest: Sunrise and Sunset
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Glow of autumn sun
Now her scarlet chaperone
The leaves are jealous
**** Would like to preface my return, and many apologies to fellow poets who may have missed my absence. Though I did not have much luck in love this past year, this poem was written years ago; I think it is a fine poem though sad, which some may know my attempts at sweet-sorrow have well pleased many. The poem not only reflects tragic romance, but spiritual matters; the instructive distinction that its the soul or heart who remembers things of love, rather than the mind; I think of my passed loved ones in my view with my heart felt memories rather than a mental memory, for example. I find the 'idea' or notion poetically at least interesting and pertinent to romanticism, which is the poem's theme.***
How honeyed her perfume pastille
imbued many a god from their tower
Shook all the gloom which lonely men feel
she some mistress of darling power;
teems she the night with sweet mist
desires she all the allure of nymphs
She has strolled my garden many a time
forgotten I, the devil's music playing in the hills
and the sad forsaken tresses ---
weeping as a child;
or the dying swan and all her lamenting trills;
how many faces of God to touches of love
how many more gods,
though there need be but One?
How femme she-so-fatale and not enduring
with soft, she pecks my cheek
and all the universe her eyes ---
so sweet her kiss as worlds fade in yearning
to cinnamon lips, she of eyes wandering and wild;
twas her soul I wished to hold
with curves, lingering delicate
and never cold
Death shall take her to the lonely-wood....
from me shall fade the petal most crimson
about the night no more a-roving I could
nor velvet embraces with she my love;
the temporal love shall fall to heather
the winds blow, and the tempest's trumpet
roars about her whisper;
but in the deepest dark I roved the delve;
twas my soul which remembered
(Scarlet)
I grieve for Summer, watching the leaves die,
and as tears of emotion swell, I cry.
For saying goodbye is such a bummer,
watching the leaves die, I grieve for Summer.
Autumn drapes the land in a scarlet shroud,
sensing Autumn's approach; Summer was cowed.
And acquiescing to Nature's command,
in a scarlet shroud, Autumn drapes the land.
I feel a chill creeping into my bones
as the wind moans with ghostly overtones.
And treading on the dregs of Autumn's kill:
creeping into my bones, I feel a chill.
When Winter arrives, snow softens the stage,
at first, a lady, Winter holds her rage.
And ensuring Nature's wildlife survives,
snow softens the stage when Winter arrives.
through silhouettes
of scarlet hues
as the whispers
of day fade
to night
i curl myself
within your arms
blushed
with the fall
my kisses
tracing
the outline
of your soul
as i drift
in dreams
awaiting
an endless
dawn
vermillion dry leaves
fall in the crystalline pond
in fulvous sundown
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United Colours Red Poetry Contest
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Fires ablaze within my eyes,
A smile concealing all my lies,
Screaming, begging, calling out,
A final, frantic, desperate, shout.
Scarlet tears drip from each vein,
A vehement covet to end this pain,
This silver blade, stays by my side,
Because all hope inside has died.
As each day ends, and darkness draws,
The devil toys, with all my flaws,
I'm helpless, alone, a worthless mess,
A broken child, he must address.
I'm tempted when he calls my name,
A way out, an escape, an end to shame,
To make it feel a lot less real,
A deal with the Devil, in blood must I seal.
They'll say I died of suicide,
But no one knows how much they've lied,
It wasn't a rope, a blade, or pills,
That broke my soul, and gave me chills.
I died inside so long before,
To live each day, an endless chore,
Pills could not kill what was already dead,
A twisted soul, an empty head.
In darkness I wait, in silence, alone,
Rose-tinted nostalgia, all around me has grown,
I beckon the devil, with the key of self-harm,
And I open the door for him, with the blood of my arm.
Cotton candy pinks and marshmallow whites
flaunt iridescent sheens buffed by the sun.
And colored clouds, lined with mother-of-pearl,
hang in the sky, like a prize fairly won.
Darkness gathers in tattered strands of grey,
strewn across a sky of indigo blue.
And stars glitter as a dying sun shrinks,
to a crimson ball, with a scarlet hue.
Ebony fingers scratch at the skyline;
like inky tentacles grasping for light.
And as camouflaged trees morph into black;
silhouetted abstracts merge in the night.
Liquid amber burns atop umber waves,
while igniting frothy, foamy whitecaps.
And golden moonbeams gild gleaming waters,
as cascading breakers, crash and collapse.
Playful breezes tickle leaves on the trees,
sending laughter tumbling down to the ground.
And as Sol dies, wrapped in a scarlet shroud,
time's suspended: and tranquility's found.
Dolly had a scarlet doll
In the summer it could roll
Last fall a blunder
Doll gulped a thunder
She messed up all in a ball
Dolly had a scarlet doll: Limerick: Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
17 November 2014
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Love
knows
no age
or beauty
Love
knows
no rich
or poor
Love knows
no religion
or race
Love knows
no boundary
or reason
Love knows
no distance
or time
Love knows only
the beating
of the heart
Charma
Charma
Amongst the oaks and the maples and shrubbery so green
Runs a translucent flow, a stream so pristine
It's meandering contours hugging the land
Takes me back to the day, we met unplanned
The sky was pale blue on this hot summers day
Cotton wool clouds in mesmerising display
It's as if you could reach out and brush with your hand
This candy floss coating ceiling our land
Many meadows I walked through capturing the sounds
Listening to her marvels in cinema surround
Technicolour rainbows so radiant to the eye
Such beauty in nature, understandably why
I reach the turn-style that leads to the forest walk
Listening to the breeze through the trees as if they talk
These pillars of stature, as old as grandfathers years
Many stories they could tell, that would bring you to many tears
As I stroll through the leafy lanes, mapped out over many years
Trampled underfoot by it's inhabitants, badgers and beautiful red deer
I now reach the stream as I follow it's meandering flow
To a pool at it's end where past maidens bathed in glow
My ears now pick up sounds of singing and a splashing
Resonating from the pool, a glimpse of pink now flashing
A lady stands before me, bathing in the stream
Scarlet clothing in sporadic lay, am I in some kind of dream
I call out to this beauty as she turns and looks at me
Towards the bank she walks, and invites me in with she
Knee deep in crystal waters our bodies close in touch
My clothing now drifts away, the two of us in clutch
Into our eyes we both now look as blood flows through my veins
Her touch is soft and gentle, my hands now stroke her mane
Deeper we edge out as she floats and hugs my waist
The two of us in join in this beautiful serene quiet place
Our emotion creates commotion as our undulations reach the shore
Ripples of joy they are as underwater hands explore
The coldness incites a reaction, in pert and firm caress
In delightful blend we release, two souls in loving press
Kissing we reach the bank, on her summer dress we lie
Sighing in breathless spoon, we stare at the green canopy sky
Many, many hours have passed, lying naked below the peeking sun
This is the day I met my scarlet woman, the day our lives began
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are we crazy or just contrived
lazy or simply self-involved?
are we insignificant, significant
or just like everyone else
deranged on the outside
swimming through dead oceans in our heads
am i death or am i over-simplified
is my breath as thick as the painted eye lashes
that stick to your eyes?
are you in love with your anemia
or anemic to love
breathing came so easy
now you're lucky to get one
mouthful
forever in ruins or ruined to become
pinned to pages or pinned under thumb
like the bleeding nape of a baby
thorough true to yourself
under circumstance we are death-like
only because we know we can
the heart
like a thick abscess of black mucus
pumping sweet death to all who may ask
now clogged with regret
regret for the living
regret for the loving
love of anemia
anemia of love
Scarlet ember
(look , smell, sound, taste, feel)
Scarlet--flakes of RUST , SEEN in ashes of burnt coal
Scarlet—AROMA of smothered froth of BLACK engine
Scarlet—CRACKLES, likes of icy BLUE hailstorm
Scarlet—memoirs of BROWN BITTER stones
Scarlet—FEET like crispy GOLDEN autumn leaves on ground
(rust, seen , aroma, black, crackles, blue, brown, bitter, feet, golden)
rusted souls seen inside and out
nobody knows where to stand
aroma of intensity around
black intentions always surround
dying, crackling under deep blue sky
reaching out to infinity and beyond
will somehow become part of brown soil
bitter or sweet, everything will be gone
used to feel like nothing would ever end
even golden memories will turn to embers and stone.