Crimson Poems

Lights on the river IX

Crimson scaled serpents
Sinuously slithering
Winding through the reeds

Crimson Sunset

in gossamer veil,
sun seen as a blushing bride~
her cheeks turned crimson

Crimson Sunset

Written: August 19, 2025, for contest sponsored by Tania Kitchin


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gossamer twilight
crimson bleeds into sunset~
alabaster hush

CRIMSON SUNRISE

CRIMSON SUNRISE
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crimson, scarlet, rose
sunrise hues slowly ascend
morning’s gentle start

rays of fiery gold
morning’s warmth upon my face
summer’s gentle grace

crimson sunset

the sun is setting,
her grace on the horizon,
lingers in my mind.

My crimson devotion

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

On the stage of life, I paint my lips crimson, a smile stitched with invisible thread

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

cute crimson cheeks

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               she doesn't know it yet 
                             but
     

hanahakis crimson garden

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

A crimson sky breaks the distant shore

“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

CRIMSON SKY

 
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

A Crimson Sky Breaks the Distant Shore

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

A Crimson Sky

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."

Crimson Sky

“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

A Crimson Veil Shrouds What is to Come

"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,

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