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.
You are red sun in my gray cloudy sky
Cheering me on despite blues in life
I look up and see your beautiful light
From gold glowing soul such a delight
As white wind beneath my brown wing
You carry cranberry heart love inspiring
Your yellow whimsical smile like spring
Give rise to sapphire songbirds that sing
You are as sweet as sap from green tree
Lime cure your laugh defeats melancholy
Moonlight carves path from Black Sea
That is teal tragic past rebirth’s dream
Your heart is a love flower warm opening
Even in rain shower you power positivity
I can look at you for hours inhaling peace
You empower what nectar is to a bee
classic cran companion tunelessly twirlingly retiring
noiselessly in normalcy ,
lambertia on the glowing stairway
and whispering sunberry reflection
with prim parallel pass .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 14–20, 2026)
"As the leaf of life sleeps upon my lips,"
I will see the "foliage of farewell."
"When the soul-stars dream and die,"
I see red leaves covering the fall trees.
"O fall, let this lore of love be the last,"
for I now see "I am the Eyes of Time."
The green leaves must change colors for the fall,
but "neither dusk nor dawn can delude me."
Red, yellow, brown and green
All colours will be seen
Love this time of year ~ fill your cup
Hot chocolate, hats , scarfs gloves cosy up
Log fires lite in gardens brings dazzled light
As days get shorter ~ blazing sight
Kicking leaves, roasting chestnuts magic in the air
September is busting out all over,
leaves with pretty colors,
fill the cool air.
A new sweater for the cool morning air,
will keep me warm as I pick up pretty leaves over and over.
I love the red and orange colors.
Birds of many colors,
are singing as they are flying through the air,
they keep going to the bird feeder many times over.
September will be over with new colors to fill the winter's air.
p r I m a r y c o l o r s
red yellow blue
blue crowned
world favorite for
being calm and safe
red depicts
bold power
passion excitement
yellow sadly is
least popular –
reason why yellow is
s o b l u e
bright red ~ reddish brown
my feeder is your buffet~
eat and sing thank you
bright is our color
fun and pretty feathered birds
call us cardinals
Red that impedes people from moving
Extra step forward enticing
Dot in red, ceases everything
Yellow that warns and drums
Extra press on the pedal, burns and hums
Leeway to move forward like a wand
Left or right with your foot or hand
Or keep moving as told
Whine when you go beyond the line in bold
Go and keep going
Rev and ride on a Boeing
Exercise discipline and be alive
Exceeding (with caution) the gauge in the hive
Never surrender 'til you get there!
Roses are red. Violets are red.
Everything's red in my red-shifted head.
I don't know what happened to me.
Red is the only color I see.
"We must say, goodbye to winter but do not be sad. It will come back again next year with a big smile and plenty of fluffy white snow. Now we welcome Spring to enjoy." By Poet
Winter is cold,
wind is so bold.
Ground fluffy snow.
Flowers awake,
not wearing cake.
Pedals not fake.
Colors so sweet,
like a red beet.
I want to eat.
Roses are pink,
tulips red ink.
Both make me blink.
Big butterflies,
bees with blue eyes.
Spring a fun prize.
Garden alive,
with a bee hive.
Flowers of five.
Whimsical white word wizzardry
Really something heard or said to me
Inspired by the greats of poetry
Teal thoughts hard soft like lake deep
Emerald energy synergy all bottled up
Red romantic fantasy that I’m the star of
Singing off key to songs in the blue truck
Black ink is strong driven by pen of love
Like a dragonfly buzzing boisterous around
Oil anointed by amethyst acrostic’s sound
Cringing at raspberry rough draft on my page
Keeping humble laughs indigo ideas I chase
Poetry soup is a place where I belong
Where poets are people too with
Rights writes and wrongs
A place where friendship can blossom and bloom
Where someone’s always there
From rising red sun to diving blue moon
And the contest though I rarely place
Grows my mind and skills safe to say
Yet like a smoke signal to send words up
Find someone who reads and shows love
For the soup that we all emerald embrace
That we share and stir as we write create
Some even share their art and life
Opening red hearts in joy in strife
Poetry soup means to me that magic is real
A pen is a wand and our mind creates thrill
Thoughts of you fall like colorful confetti
Cooking my brain like soft spaghetti
Water flows through my veins no blood
For you vampire drained me with sucks
And I couldn’t get enough
Self sacrificing for lime love
That smells of pine and lavender
In the thickest part of winter
Are you warm or is it charades charm
For love is always fresh in indigo infancy
Melting hearts red painting sky blue
My soul consumed you like red cherries
Fruit in my womb like bright strawberry
From kisses and reminiscences like cranberries
Bitter sweet to be so heavy with child
I can never get away from your smile
Despite the end of romance so wild
Is it that you can just walk away
And I can honestly say
Some seasons must end that way
Lady out of roses of red,
this news hit him hard in the head.
Lilies of blue,
expensive hue,
more than expensive loaf of bread.
my childhood work
red and pink mingle on lace
one aged paper heart