Hair Red Poems | Examples
These Hair Red poems are examples of Red poems about Hair. These are the best examples of Red Hair poems written by international poets.
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 me
the sweet loving girl i once was
is being turned into someone cold and harsh
a girl who once had brown glistening eyes
and shiny brown hair
now her eyes are black and blank
her hair black dull and dead
he never changed
only i
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 pulls at her shawl
as the mist finds her eyes
so she calls out in song
as a fear takes a hold
longing rocking chair fire
at home, where belong
and her voice is so gentle
echo winds on the hills
at the stag she looks back
and he's watching her still
and soon she's back home
and sits by the fire
and the storm clouds have risen
but her heart never tires
for her watcher on hills
he guided her through rain
and he watches her still
and kisses her pain.
* sruth is Gaelic for 'stream'
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 and trees so tall
In a minute we cross city road
People everywhere having a ball
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 she picked out her daily dress.
Brushed her hair, sprayed perfume-
Still, something was missing.
The girl followed the echoes of her mom’s voice;
Alerting her of the time rush.
As she waited for the bus, the sense of incompleteness
Overweighed her.
Right then, her mom lent her the red hat.
A slight grin crosses her lips
As she outfitted herself with the red hat.
From then on, she’s never felt incomplete
Nor forget the red hat.
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 round head and neck
Emerald green black red best
Pride in your eyes your chest
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 be holding her tight.
I know by her kind eyes of blue
that I won't let her out of my sight,
and I hope she will always be true,
but first, she must decide to swipe right.
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 your life
Red blue vein
Worried hair now white
Let go of sad black
Try to look ahead
Time you can’t get back
Once you are dead
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 flex or a thrill
More about how my feet feel
And they don’t love it
I don’t have many pink plans
Flying by seat of peach pants
Keeping my praying hands
I am blessed with contentment
Becoming a red recluse
Enjoying sandy solitude
Embracing my various moods
Without any raspberry resentment
I wonder of me what they say
Am I now an old onyx maid
Because there’s no wedding day
It tickles me pink to think
That my out of wedlock birth
Gave my life priceless worth
Despite sermon of online church
I entertain purple pondering
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 racket.
But when I tried to unzip my pocket…
Water spilled out, out, out…
Then I died.
I drowned one day.
Barreling past a stingray.
The last thing I saw was a deep sea fish.
I sent him one last wish.
That in heaven, the sunlight would bleach my hair.
Underwater, there’s a lot to despair.
I was swimming on the beach.
I had just finished eating a peach.
The riptide moved toward me.
Taking me to the sea.
I bought a red velvet cake.
One day.
I had money.
I hadn’t died yet.
I had pulled out a 20 dollar bill.
They took it and gave me back change.
My cake was a treat.
I had change left over.
And two slices of cake.
Maybe I’ll buy a red velvet cake from the store.
I found out that heaven has stores too.
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 rain though the sea is twirled
by unceasing tide in passage of time,
stilled for a moment, captured forever
with color magic while still in her prime,
who remembers her mortal endeavor?
No one remembers the age in her eyes,
the lines of laughter or gray in her hair;
did she hold grudges or pardon the lies,
did she hoard the gold or happily share?
All that remains is a weathered gravestone,
and this old photograph where youth hasn't flown.
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 roses
Turning them black decomposes
Any ink dried died in letters for love
Would have fell on silver sword
Sacrificed, sliding through heart
Silky bloody poetic death
He saves a cutting of brown hair
And a crimson rose of despair
Pressing between pages of art
Like my onyx broken heart
Was only a notch on burnt belt
Firey from love’s hazing hell
Wicked love spell wilting passion
Kisses rationed refusing
To hold wet tongue’s telling
Of rebelling rose’s rise
In spirit despite demise
Petals of purple pain
Painting passion with rain
And teal tears tangerine train
Of torment trailing behind
Like a wedding dress
Of jilted beauty
Doing duty during dilemmas
Flower to remember
Pressed between pages
Of a little black book
Of love unreturned
The dress swayed with the rhythm
Pooling at her feet like blood.
Her hair swung back and forth
As she tried to catch him in the act.
Roses covered her face
Its thorns creating marks
Ones that will never go away.
The ruffles swayed as she moved
The blood pumping and
Swaying at her feet.
Lost in the music
And now focus of her plan
For one moment there was bliss
And then the danger came.
He took her from the partner
The one that was her shield.
She raised the mask
Covered in roses
Concealing the lack of color
That took over her face.
The music slowed,
And his smile grew.
He finally had her
In his arms.
But the smile was a fool,
Taking the music for granted.
His matching tie
To her dress,
Now matched the knife
She threw to the ground.
Carrot top played truth or dare
Soaked the pool with his hair
He was too ashamed
To lose the game
Instead he got chlorine in red hair
painted finger nails
red ribbons in curly hair
dog grooming with flare
To reach the red roses he had to stand on tippy toes.
He was sniffing their fragrance with his delicate nose.
We had never seem a bunny do this before in the meadow.
This fuzzy hair was a darling photogenic little fellow