Blood Red Poems | Examples

Blood Red Carpet

Melted in the background of the forefront of my mind
 Thinking about all of the thoughts I've left far behind
  Now everything within my head seems so very intertwined
   The asterisk by the questions of answers I'll never find

Interference is what confuses my once solid mental state
 Fear is the illusion that my enemies illustrate
  Unbalanced in tortured abuses that echo and reverberate
   Evidence seems inconclusive but not open for debate

Inhumane acts to humanity just a subject to be tested
 Mind raped in profanity every part they have molested
  Actions of complete insanity why was I even selected
   The power of my anatomy has been tortured and arrested

V2K, silent sound, no touch torture, gang stalked target
   How to fight those who always walk on Blood Red Carpet



                          bmdavey@10/6/24

Blood-red Cherry

  Topping off his day
    blood-red cherry on sundae

  News from distant shores
    the bugle’s blown no more

Blood- Red Dawn

A crimson tide o'er Golgotha ascends
No chalice held, a sacrifice.
The Holy Week 
a shroud that slowly rends.
Mourning flocks 
adrift from faith's secure fold.

A traitor’s kiss, 
a friendship bought and sold.
Peter's denial,
a love that cannot mend.
A crown of thorns 
a cruel and mocking crowd.
The weight of sin on Christ 
Savior, true friend.

Through Gethsemane's forsaken 
shadowed mire.
He trod
a steadfast soul 
with love's eternal fire.
His final breath 
a lamented prayer
a ragged cry.
A promise etched in every gasping sigh.

From darkest night 
a radiant dawn shall rise.
Redemption’s hymn 
a dove 
takes to the skies.

Though flesh may fail 
love’s covenant remains.
A chalice brimming 
hope never dies
 breaks the chains.

A Blood-Red Hue

As the cycles of night and day renew,
a rising sun inks ebony skies blue.
And making crystal drops of morning dew
sparkle like diamonds, Dawn's first light breaks through.

While the horizon bleeds a blood-red hue,
the twinkling stars disappear right on cue.
And an owl breaks the silence with a "whoo,"
as shifting silhouettes slip into view.

And a rooster crows cock-a-doodle-doo,
announcing Sol's spectacular debut.
Sleeping songbirds wake to bid Night adieu;
basking in sunlight, as they're known to do.

Colored clouds absorb tints like a tissue,
held aloft with an invisible glue.
Nature's artwork, no artist can outdo,
for inspiration, it's Her they turn to.

Hunter's Blood-Red Moon Whimsical Cat

Whispers tale of witches on festive October,
Mother's ninety first birthday and daughter in-law.
Our 20th Wedding anniversary and sober.
Halloween dressed as Ed Gein with a chain saw.
Pumpkin Patch party and wagon ride full of straw.


10/18/2023

Blood Red Dawn

sun beams paint the sky
crimson, gold, and ruddy red,
day gets transfusion

Cherry Blood Red

Fleshy; juicy; luring cherry, blood-red
Stone within it, though hard, never does hurt
Kids to toothless old goes chewing ahead
Adding with fruits and salads as dessert

Stone within it, though hard, never does hurt
Heart-shaped; looks as though bleeding endlessly
Adding with fruits and salads as dessert
One could go on eating it zealously 

Heart-shaped; looks as though bleeding endlessly
Kids to toothless old goes chewing ahead
One could go on eating it zealously
Fleshy; juicy; luring cherry, blood-red


27 August 2022

Death Is a Blood Red Sunset

A red sunset kindles icicle’s
into bright dripping scalpels.

Light decamps and flares,
impressions drift.
Shadows mime shadows.
The flicker of melting flames.

A hanging man;
his silhouette flex’s,
head lolling, arms stretching
in the long reach of evening.

Death twists
flames smolder then set.
Heels keep turning.
A tree sleeps.

Wonderstruck By a Blood Red Moon

...and so I am wonderstruck
by the blood red moon
as it rises above the edge
of the world.
On this night Selene* 
with chariot and horses of silver,
is pulling the moon across the sky.
On this night when dark witches
want her to die,
they draw their own blood 
to work more powerful spells,
trying to draw Selene's spirit 
unto themselves,
but the Goddess is wise
and with the flick 
of a mystical rein,
turns the red to silver again,
and continues her journey
across the midnight sky.


*Selene: Greek Goddess of the Moon

Blood Red Girl

(to a blues riff)

You're a blood red girl
You're a blood red girl
You're a blood red girl, you're a woodshed girl,
You're a good good girl.

You're a good good girl
You're a good good girl
You're a blood red girl, you're a woodshed girl
You're a good good girl.

You're a bloodshed girl
You're a bloodshed girl
You're a spit-curl girl, roller derby girl
You're a good good girl.

Blood Red Rose

Scented 
beauty attracts,
color carries comfort,
thorny body beneath petals
offends.

Solomon the Gun

Years ago, but one
Nineteen hundred and thirty one
Solomon the Gun

He smoked big cigars
He drove really big fast cars
On his face a scar

He ruled the city
Drove us all into pity
Made us feel shifty

The world his oyster
I don't mean to be witty
Boiled, fried, roasted

He always boasted
"I can take anyone out
Anytime I wish"

He owned everyone
Father, mother, daughter, son
No one was safe from

Solomon the Gun
He's always a gangsters son
With a Tommy Gun

He killed thirteen men
St. Valentines Massacre
Dirty cold red blood

Alibi's no good
Now Solomon's on the run
The cops after him

Nowhere left to run
Solomon's shot in the head
He was left for dead

Oh, he's all but gone
Nothing but a memory
Newspaper fodder

Now, he wasn't brave
Buried in an unmarked grave
Never to be saved

He was just stupid
A total stooge and moron
Solomon the Gun

When you fight the law
You'd best have the bigger gun
And bigger ego

Better be faster
On the draw and on the run
Or it's your last here

Now, you may well say
What's the moral of the story?
What to take away?

Solomon the Gun
The moral is simply this
Don't be like he was...

Blood Red Gem

I spent my day shopping for rubies
searching for jewels, glittering red
love of Venus, in strawberry stones
fortune favours, that's how they said.
 
diadem of diamonds, splashes amber   
fierce blaze of fire, polished in shine
red rose pendant glowing in whims
superstellar color, garnets crystalline.
    
Here's the real ruby, in its royal scepter
pale moonlight, russet autumn shades  
crowned on this ring, an euphoric cherry?  
No, it's just a fake, the tint masquerades.
 
Her wedding dress of red silk brocade, 
poppies and buttercups sewn to the hem.
A matching ruby to flicker a misaligned fate, 
a hardened heart buys, the blood red gem.




19th July 2020



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Blood Red

Roses mock the thorns
A petulant temptation 
Bleeding red on red


John G. Lawless
6/5/2020

Blood Red Dawn

A blood red dawn eloquently drizzles in through my windowpane.
Added beauty greets my morning once again.
The barren leafless trees hide what they’re able.
Stifling our world’s incumbent label.

Centered testament as I face this day.
Observing some blue as I recognize collected grey.
I will venture out more risky work at hand.
All normalcy henceforth marginally banned.

More freedom incrementally begins to fade.
Persuading mistakes our new future is being made.
Exhaustion and fear now become the norm.
Mauling sensation as I navigate the storm.

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