Blood Red Poems - Poems about Blood Red

Blood Red Sky

There was movement on All Hallows’ Eve,
with stirrings all around,
The moon was full in the blood red sky
dark shadows came and went, just who was lurking by?

I don't know why I went so far
from home that awful night,
Instead, I faced the ghosts and ghouls,
and witches seeking candy from the kids.

I wondered if I'd make it

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blood Red Rose

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

Blood Red

Blood Red Night

Darkness devours the light. All those who said they'd fight now cower before the Blood moons might.

Dreamless slumber. Nightmares, millions in number.

Insanity creeps, while no one sleeps.

Shadows rise and Magick in infinite supplies,

So many lives and deafening cries.

The Holy men pray while those that follow them pay.

Light has gone away and the edges

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

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,

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