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.
We are weakened by desire
Onyx hair pulled due to frenzy
Red hot hearts set on fire
Dancing in between white sheets
Silhouettes move in passionate groove
Amethyst inhibition free as blue bird
Roses don’t smell as good as you
Eagerly you whisper sweet words
Wonderful is love in this cherry cocoon
I crave our delicious sweet time
Never too late and never too soon
Endless love will always be mine
we cannot hide him in the snow, said another angel dear
Shh! whispered a more seasoned angel; he is rather near.
We do not want to hurt his feelings, see that ginger hair?
She had heard the rumors, which simply are not fair.
They left the red-haired angel to guard a candle yellow.
They tiptoed out to do their bidding, leaving this little fellow.
We’ll bring him some chocolates and caramels, one angel said.
They also brought him pizza with pepperoni and sauce spicy red.
Morning sunshine is bright like her love
Onyx hair streaked with wisdom gray
Turquoise sky blessed from God above
Honoring every mom on her special day
Even if your mom is in heaven do know
Red love like roses bloom despite demise
Smile as she did and continue to grow
Do look up remember her words so wise
Amethyst prayers and silver scripture true
Yellow wishes a happy Mother’s Day too
Red cardinal in pale hand
under mottled white moon.
Stoic, the princess
and the bright hued bird.
Her cute little beak,
crimson blush; long, straight
flaxen hair; eyes closed.
She’s dreaming
of gilded-orb planets.
Her sight is unlimited,
and her attention is slight
to her glitzy crown
and her gown
ablaze with red and gold.
To this teen, asleep
she’s floating
in the dark of night;
she’ll awaken
to a palette, blue spruce,
and trilling of
“Cheer cheer cheer.”
A brush on the ready
in her pale palm.
Roses are red
so is her hair
so is her heart
pure, honest, and fair
she lights up my world
with a smile that's rare
a love thats endless
beyond compare
In Heaven, she has joy indescribable by words,
Surrounded by her husband and loved ones,
As well as her favourite kinds of birds
Bathing in a fountain which always runs.
Red cardinals flying gracefully everywhere,
Scarlet feathers falling onto her hair.
Her soul freely frolicking without care.
Trinkets in her home mean she's also there.
In her eternal awareness, she'll still observe
All the ways in which her family shall serve,
She'll be there for each of them at every curve.
She'll ask God to give what they most deserve.
Red cardinals placed everywhere in her home,
Reminding family she's both there and here.
In Heaven, she completes reading her tome.
She now knows she lived a life she held dear.
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
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
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.
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