Red Poems | Examples of Red Poetry

BOOM. a puff of purple powder stains the pewter sky. i sit, listening to the whirring and fizzling of the firey starlit, glistening when the midnight clock strikes nigh. a red light joins in the heavens high, shimmering and with a crisp, cool whistling a tune as musical, magical as fiddling that steals away breaths by and by. when all is said and done, and the burns...

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Ole’ to the bland bated solid baby blue-hued sky viewed Left handed white arrows stacked pyramid left side two points up north? looks cool, Forever almonds eyes slanted aligned with cheek triangular faced, Vivid stares in graced sitting tail staged right tipped black on end looks cool man Sitting in on rippled lined white background represents layers of...

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red kangaroos box their way to final round: winner takes the doe...

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Trumpcanoes vomit, diuretic lava flows: Justice melting down::-...

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There are two ants that accidentally fell on the ground due to strong winds. These ants live in two different trees standing very close to each other. The red ant saw its treehouse collapsed and fell on the ground. The black ant saw it too and quivered, thinking that it's...

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Is there any other sort of sport.. that can hold a candle to having to handle Getting caught in the ripsnort onslaught scandal…as speedsters hold court Fraught as they face a serious deleterious imperious express pace ace At their sleek peak..unique freaks..bombastic..iconoclastic mercenaries Havoc to wreak on adversaries.. and their own physique.. So as we’ve read..will the King of swing..zing...

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bill the billionaire and the commies are devouring our farmland...

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She holds a bright flame to see through the dark for she's fearful of far incoming storm clouds Red Stag on the hill watching closely in height majestic proud stance she's not fearful at sight her long skirt touches leaves as she crosses the *sruth and her flames light her face as her hair flowing loose and she picks up her steps as she hears foxes cry and she...

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A couple soon to be said newly wed, yet swiftly snuck behind the family’s back to swear the vow inside th’old shack, quick forgot’n, buried a secret dread; A reek awaftin’ out a country shed left long and fast behind by Spring-heeled Jack, the stench o’ rot stinkin’ from a sack discovers a soiled corpse ‘n’a mangled head; Well…, they ‘was a...

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I used to think blood meant forever, That family would never hurt you. “Blood’s thicker than water,” right? But I take the water— Wash away the blood, Remove the red-soaked stains from my life. Blood thicker than water? Maybe in another life. Family— A word that holds little meaning, A word they never earned. They should have been my safe space, Yet now there’s just an empty...

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Early on a cold March morning a handful of men took a stand in the year of eighteen thirty six when a sabre drew a line in the sand it was victory or death for the valiant few outnumbered and out-gunned surrender and be spared an ultimatum they knew with a cannon shot by Travis it was shunned even as the day was...

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choppy and cold river, white foam is gathering as if it has been in a blender there is no sound this morning, no bird speak, no crickets, it is silent I dipped my hand into the water, it was freezing like a frozen halibut. A peanut butter cup made its way to my mouth, I tasted salt and...

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She died in a body she hated Her last memory was watching herself get assassinated How she died isolated Surrounded by a see of white faces Who stood there being witnesses To something that would be talked about across the ages Her blood had painted the pavement The cop stood there admiring his painting She died in a body...

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The white man stole their land now the red man has the blues the white man sold their families and the black man's still ill-used the white man shot the American buffalo now the red man sings the blues the white man put their people in chains and the black man's grief accrues the white house is to blame the Government just the same the...

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The echoes in cartoons, The sermons in static, How every chorus begs us To wake, or vanish. Maybe God is a director. I don’t know. But the script is too perfect, And the extras too hollow, Like the background forgot How to breathe on its own. There goes the Baker. Popping pills in his blue buggy with one red ball and another blue dangling from...

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