Color Red Poems | Examples
These Color Red poems are examples of Red poems about Color. These are the best examples of Red Color poems written by international poets.
Charlie Kirk shot dead
America’s soul, bled
Red, the color of conversation
~ absent communication
Ye barron lands
I take a glance
Might the whispers
Accompany me
Winters may come
I stand
I fall
My troubled soul
What untangles me
Some may wish
Some may pray
In this world
What do the troubled say
Look to thee
Might the nought undermined
Sweet the gesture
Which appeared warm
and kind
Look to the rainbow
If thyn believes
To morn the fallen
To let folk grieve
People long
From generation to generation
Suffer not
In such a
Complications
Jesus, Jesus
Might my troubled
Soul wonder
The river of Jordan
The troubles I'm under
Jesus, Jesus
Restorest me
All that are submissive
Are lovers to me
Complicated
By those who gesture
Might the bliss of
Coupling
Be thyn measure
Before he neath
To ask one to
Marry
The troubles
Of entanglement
The scorns
I carry burdens of faithfulness
Ought not not
Empead us to marry
Jesus, my Jesus
The threasthold
He carries
Procreate the doom of
Those of those
Against us
Jesus, Jesus
Might my wants of
Marriage have me
Jesus, my Jesus
Can I prosper
In praydom
Speak you as Saviour
Might my just rights come
Jesus:Jesus
My troubled soul
My selfish wantings
Oh Lord take
Controll
When roses are red and violets are blue,
each is a lovely, sentimental hue.
But the color of blood is also red,
and now my love, as you're gone and dead,
the color of velvet is tinged dark-blue,
and I still cry through my tears for you.
I live my life through colours prime
through colours, colours, colours prime.
Can change their shades at any time
can change them as I age.
Beginning with the whitest page
the whitest, whitest, whitest page.
My youth was with me at this stage
my youth with colours bright.
The mix back then was blended right
was blended, blended, blended right.
These shades remained within my sight
These shades red, yellow, blue.
The years roll by, I'm ageing too
I'm ageing, ageing, ageing too.
My palette still remains on view
my palette never fades.
I live my life through colours prime
My palette never fades.
We Bleed Red
If I were a king or queen you would notice me, and respect me no matter my race. If I had riches you would befriend and talk behind my back not to my face. You see me as a different color and not as a person with faith, with thoughts and feelings. You see me walking down the street disheveled and broken, without a thought you don't stop, you close your eyes and walk away wishing they would all go away. You see me standing there alone in my burrca covered from head to toe not seeing me as a individual but seeing me as a threat. You see me standing on the corner playing my guitar hoping to make money so I can eat, you see me as a freak not an artist. You see me standing on the street holding hands with my brother and sister’s of all different races and faiths, but you don't see that we all bleed Red as a human race. From King's to Queen’s, from working man to the vagrant on the street, from religious faith to no faith at all, we all have one thing in common we all bleed Red.
Written by Tammy Lester
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 own treehouse will fall down too.
The red ant rushed to the black ant and asked for help, "Can I stay up in your tree? Rain just started and surely floods will appear in an instant..."
Black ant replied, "Oui. Let's hurry!"
After reaching and resting on the highest branch of the black ant's tree, the red ant asked, "Why do most black ants fear us, red ants?"
Black ant reacted, "I don't fear you because of your color. Almost everybody in our black colony believed that you are all mean and hostile because you bite everyone and everything."
Red ant said, "I thought so... but I only bite when I feel threatened ."
Black ant added, "Your red colony believed we are more mean than you because we are colored black like witches."
Red ant whispered, "You wouldn't help me if you're a bad witch!"
Written By: D. Collins 6/14/25
In red states only does deportation get a pass.
In those states only did Trump reach out and ask.
It should be very clear his constituents made a point.
They're "carved-out" of policy where other people aren't.
Once all "illegal aliens" are shipped off to somewhere else.
What makes people of color think that they won't be next?
It doesn't take a real genius to see what this is all about.
To turn this country back into the slavery of the south.
As long as you have "service skills" you're allowed to stay.
Working for farmers in the field and still get underpaid.
For those working in construction deportation is just fine.
Because most of the work crosses into the blue state lines.
tactical rainbows
a fresco to p a i n t
red berets, blue berets
rainbows are tactic
F R E E
Madiba and Fidel play
chess upstairs
glass goblets t
ink
LING
then they s
a
M
b
A
sea of Love
w i d e n
a space upon the s
H
or
e
where van Riebeeck too
saw colours
G A L O R E
when red and blue melts
into purple
tactics become tick-tack-toe
in
a furnace where
rainbows laugh
Zzzzzzzz~
In a sea full of green, so wide and still,
Where every leaf leans to the wind’s will,
They whisper the rules in rustling tones,
“Grow alike, sway alike, don’t stand alone.”
But somewhere beneath that uniform sway,
A pulse beats red in a quiet display.
Not loud, not proud—just power contained,
A fire untouched, a soul unchained.
The green is safe, a shade of peace,
But peace that comes with a silent lease—
Where edges are softened, voices are tuned,
And difference is trimmed before it's bloomed.
Yet red does not ask for permission to flare,
It rises in contrast, alive and rare.
It doesn’t compete—it simply exists,
A bold contradiction the green resists.
So how does one find what breaks the mold?
Not by chasing, but by being bold.
Not by looking with everyone’s eyes,
But by daring to seek what the world denies.
You find the red by refusing to bend—
By being the color that didn’t blend.
The X in the formula no one could name,
The reason the pattern never stayed the same.
pulse()— //triggers beneath skin: jagged
>> syntax.error: panic overflowed: line 21
{ mind == burn; vision == glitched color; }
>>>> crash report, rebooting…
#cc0000 //devours what logic left behind
The bright sunshine signalled a new
dawn,
Lazily, I stretched and yawned,
Not truly ready to face the day,
As I looked out of my window, my
neighbour shouted, it’s beautiful
today.
On a thin and fragile branch,
I noticed a Robin was resting his
feet,
A charmer he was , and to my eyes,
he was a treat,
His colourful coat was white, brown
and red,
Seeing him made me feel glad I had
gotten out of bed.
With his melodiously sweet trill,
the leaves on the trees seem to
flutter with his song,
Notes rise and fall and with the
gentle breeze, the branches swayed
in a rhythmic dance,
His tune filled the Spring air, and
not long, a female came along,
Witnessing their interactions was a
beautiful moment for me. Sometimes
in life, unexpectedly beautiful things
do happen by chance.
by Zyrool
a selfish caress to the strange
a fist from another lover's rage
take heed to those signs of change
maybe not by chance joy becomes the wage
in the eternal counsel of the sage
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Contest: Color My Mood
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Poem posted: 05.25.25
haiku : leaves
d
e
w
on washing line
l e a v e s
RED
o P e N
thirsty throats
veins R E L E A S E
~ green blood ~
You play with my emotions
Make fuchsia fun of my devotion
You only teal take never give
Your love is fake not true or real
At first you were attentive
Love bombing not defensive
You slowly grew like a black sin
A snake coming out it’s skin
You want me to stay close
So you can swallow me whole
Your lies are like liquid gold
Shiny and full of false hope
Life is to short to live somber sad
In tomb with green groom gone mad
For your heart is dark and untrue
We must part I’m leaving blue you
poppy mania
inspired my kitchen
I ordered a red stove
toaster, crock pot and salt and pepper shakers
gorgeous result