Hair Red Poems

i get shown time and time again by broken men
red flags and warning signs
i think they will change
but in reality the only person changing is...

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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...

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my teecher liked my pikture of a train i drawed in skool 
she sed she liked it lots and lots and i was very glad

i...

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Roaming the city or country roads
Only the wind in our hair
And grass between our toes
Daring to walk feet bare

The country side is beautiful 
Red roses...

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Hind the Red Deer 

Along the river bank
on a sweltering day
there she was, shining in radiant beauty
lariviere quenched her thirst
her timid smile, gentle touch
personified kindness...

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She woke up to a sunrise;
Bright in her eyes as she rose
She stares at the moon as it disappears.

The red hat sitting on her dresser,
As...

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Flowering like an African violet 
Onyx hair kinky with flair
Only you can be brown beauty
Thunder bold or teal shy soul
So diverse in the universe 
Ties...

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My heart belongs to the Red River girl,
with her smile and her eyes ever bright.
Her long hair in a Red River curl,
how I long to...

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A lass with red hair, bright and fair,
Loved Guinness and drank without care,
When she tripped on a stone,
She let out a groan,
Then farted and stunk...

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Tiffany teal tears
Cutting a face
Falling fuchsia fears
Somber with grace

You lost a war
One you adore or smile
Or was it your
Future your child

Pain paints you insane
Colors of...

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I’m at the age where
I’ve grown really long hair
And I don’t denim care
That the trend is to cut it

No longer wearing high heels
Just for a...

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Maybe I’ll buy a red velvet cake from the store.

Buying things is a chore. 
I had money somewhere in my jacket. 
Coins making quite a...

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As she waits, dressed in his favorite red,
she waits alone in an old-fashioned world,
not a breath of wind dares tossel her head
nor a drop of...

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              The Red Velvet Christmas Robe
 
Oh, that special Christmas, unlike the...

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Turquoise tears stain my face
Like violet varicose veins 
Stains of sentimental sensuality
Wrapped in white fears and black feathers

For love has fuschia flown away
Ruining reverie’s red...

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