Crimson Poems - Poems about Crimson

He was a canvas...a beautiful sight, An expanse of white, so pure and bright. Not like the moon that graces the night, Nor like the clouds that drift in flight Unlike anything else... but like a swan Engraved in chiffon. My feet drew towards him, Each step etched in the dim, Crystal chamber of love. My fingers traced him, Stroking with hymn...

Continue reading...

On the stage of life, I paint my lips crimson, a smile stitched with invisible thread, While the scar beneath my ribs sings a melody only I can hear. The halogen spotlights burn intensely, bleaching the shadows where my pain retreats, Like a sleeping child, small, forgotten, yet still breathing in the deafening silence. Pirouetting with borrowed grace, each...

Continue reading...

. she doesn't know it yet but ...

Continue reading...

Inside me, a tempest rages - flowers bursting through cracked ribs, their thorns piercing deeper with every silent scream. I choke on words unsaid, swallowing the poison of quiet love, letting petals tear through my lungs until breath becomes a battleground. you are the sun i cant reach - bright and distant, while i bleed this garden of pain, thorns digging in like broken promises. each...

Continue reading...

“A crimson sky breaks the distant shore” This kaleidoscope of colours I just adore I love to stroll by the ever changing sea At peace with the world, I feel so carefree The sky’s ablaze with scarlet and gold It’s such a glorious sight to behold I’ll stay until the sun sinks down low A cool breeze blows so it’s time...

Continue reading...

CRIMSON SKY A Crimson Sky breaks the distant shore stargates opening veils upon veils portals portending lyrical or so it seemed since senses were lost in labyrinth lots angels pouring purple pearls and comely camomile into timeless space I heard old lions roar below an empty nest though ears gone ~ I who knew me GONE ! becoming observer-listener-knower arteries...

Continue reading...

I squinted while gazing into the western skies my attention drawn to banks where willows wept. Twilight, a melange of magical moments in my eyes, usually interludes when twilight colors were windswept just before the juncture where daylight slowly faded and the reign between sun and moon were traded. But tonight, "a crimson sky breaks the distant shore." Appearing low across...

Continue reading...

Oh how I wish I could buy, the huge beautiful sky. By day with bright white and blue so high, and the sunny sun makes me want to cry. By night the colors change making a roar, "A crimson sky breaks the distant shore."...

Continue reading...

“A crimson sky breaks the distant shore”- a perfect picture view that seems unreal; the red and golden highlights underscore God's beautiful and mystical reveal. The water's edge reflects this lovely scene- a double gift that soothes my tired soul with rhythm in the ripples- and between, the shimmering whitecaps complete His goal. Such peaceful moments are the awesome prize to grant me pleasure...

Continue reading...

"A crimson sky breaks the distant shore," beaming an omen from the opened draw. Highlighting a warning to fear, abhor? Or perchance, a delight joyously to adore? Which way do I look and when, for this brainstorming. To read the sky bathed in crimson blood swarming? Looking left at dawn, I get a warning, yawning! Looking right at dusk, I get delight,...

Continue reading...

Snow falls silently here On Pahalgam's mourning hills Pure crystal white turned red White flakes bear witness to loss Each one holds a mother's tear Snow remembers all Innocent faces frozen In time's bitter glass Terror's footprints disappear Yet snow preserves the sorrow Through snow-capped...

Continue reading...

R-ed E-nds B-lue E-xpressing C-elebrant's C-rimson A-ctivity ©bfa041425 Monocrostic (Birthday of Rebecca Enriquez) ...

Continue reading...

"For ye are all the children of God by faith in Christ Jesus. There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus." ~Galatians 3:25-29 This story is as old as creation, as old...

Continue reading...

beneath the shroud of moonlit mist he waits with lips like poisoned wine his touch a whisper, cold as death his promise sweet as love divine his voice, a hymn of midnight vows a song spun soft in shadowed breath each word a silken strand of fate that lures me to his velvet death his kiss ignites, his hunger claims my pulse dissolves in...

Continue reading...

Stroking your petals drenched in dew, a gentle breeze came near me, carrying the fragrance of your nectar, gently stirring me awake. Captivated by your essence, I came near you like a hummingbird, to savor the sweetness of your bloom. Though hummingbirds press lip to lip, savor nectar, and fly away, I embraced you with both my wings. It was love that I held for you. You...

Continue reading...