Love Red Poems | Examples
These Love Red poems are examples of Red poems about Love. These are the best examples of Red Love poems written by international poets.
Loves hand is outstretched, asking me to walk and talk, making me feel so near.
Love wants me to go and never leave, but love sometimes has to grow and weave.
Love is like a thread and grows and grows till it reaches the stars above, then it shines for all to see, making the light that only true love can make.
Love, your hand is so strong, and I feel you hold mine with all your divine love.
Always and forever, my love, our shining love is bright like a light guiding us through all of this life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
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
Fuschia petals fragrant so sweet
Lillies so thrilling white as foam of sea
Orange marigolds dancing in wind
Weeping willow with roses for friends
Elegant succulent flowers of cactus
Red flowers romantic for love
Immortal shadow
That will not show how
It will be erased
I crush and persuade
Myself around here
Having you my dear
Your eyes are like a treasure casket,
Filled with gold,
Eyelashes like the tree after a freshful rain,
Cheeks , soft like cotton
Smirking face, elegant charm.
imagining you is like,
imagining a landscape,
Which has everything that you
Wish for , desire for
Wanted,are obsessed with
And the aroma of soil,
Reminds me of you,
Everytime i see you,
This is the way , i see you.
We started like a story,
You read me cover to cover,
Pretending you cared—
Just long enough to smother.
You said all the right words,
But your hands told the truth.
You weren’t in it for love,
Just the body of my youth.
I was a game.
A joke.
A cure for your boredom.
While you hid someone else—
Your loyalty was a phantom.
I was never your partner,
Just a place to pass time.
You wanted what was mine,
But never to make me mine.
When I spoke of my battles,
The darkness I faced alone,
You smirked—
Like pain was punchline,
Like I was weak to the bone.
You laughed when I cried,
Mocked what I felt.
As if my mind was broken,
And your jokes were how it dealt.
But I see it now.
The gaslighting.
The games.
How I was only a conquest,
Not a name.
You broke me—
But through the cracks came light.
And I finally saw the truth
I was too in love to fight.
You were a walking red flag,
Dressed in fake affection.
All charm, no depth,
Just lies and deflection.
But I’m free now.
Not yours, not fooled, not small.
You wanted in my pants—
But you’ll never have my soul at all.
My Colors are Black, White, Green and Red
Black for the darkness of Israeli crimes
White for the purity of resistance
Green for the olive groves once tended
Red for the blood, Zionists love to spill
Bible Trumpers flying hypocrite kites
lacking morality, dignity, a sore site
another Hitler, another people torn
can humanity repeat, time will tell
KKK Nazis and Zionists, all belong in hell
Worn shoes, suffering, victims scares
horrendous crimes, the devils evil grip
in tents and shelters exist tears and fright
tomorrow, if we breath, let Palestine live
eternity for the innocent, let every child be free
My colors are Palestine
My colors are Humanity
My colors are crayons for children
My colors shout, never silent
My colors are for the oppressed
My colors are music and song
Free Free
free Palestine
Free Free
free Palestine
Free Free
free Palestine
Free Free
free Palestine
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.
oh
love
be
that
lovely rose
wearing
her
burgundy red
scarf
Tulips
The last time we chatted, it was tense
But nothing without you makes sense.
Its been a fall, since you set the standard high.
still remember when we met ,you still make me shy.
Oh my sweet darling you smelled of tulips.
Should I click the send button, tempting
But you seem happy ,not that I’m complaining.
I wont lie no one gets me like you
I would try to find another but who ?
Oh my sweet darling you smelled of tulips .
Truth is I think of you more than I should,
collision between our worlds, but your smile
you shop for roses now, not your style
Oh my sweet darling you smelled of tulips
beautiful red gushes through the exit
beautiful red drips down your forehead
beautiful red does not love you no more
but beautiful red hugs you for a little while longer
oh lady in red, oh lady in red
why wont you join us in the place we all desire?
dissociate your thoughts till it's no longer there
disintegrate your skin till it boils down all your sins
dream of what you'll see before you greet
disappointment fills you till you can't even breath
the tears that you weep will dry like concrete
hold it in not much longer
sadistic mind, hold me tight
catching one last memory before you drift back into immobilizing sleep
A red rose blooms in morning light,
Soft petals kissed by dew so bright.
A whisper of love, a silent flame,
In crimson grace, it speaks your name.
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 died in a body she hated
Her last memory was watching herself get assassinated
How she died isolated
Surrounded by a see of white faces
Who stood there being witnesses
To something that would be talked about across the ages
Her blood had painted the pavement
The cop stood there admiring his painting
She died in a body she hated
She didn't even get to experience the freedom
Of what it's like to experience self love
All her life she had spent her time being critical
To her blackness
Not only was her time stolen
But she didn't get to experience the joy that comes from
A black girl taking control
And realising she was never the problem
It was the system
Who destroyed her self image
And finally realising her blackness was a superpower
She died in a body she hated
The cause of death: racism
She died in a body she hated
Not realising the only reason they hated was because of their envy
And jealous behaviour
She died in a body she hated
Without finally understand her full potential
She died in a body she hated
Before her life had even started
Cherries stain her fingers bright,
Deep and dark as midnight wine.
She pops them slow between her lips,
Her smile lazy, soft, divine.
The window's cracked to summer air,
The city sighing, fast asleep.
She smokes and laughs, her lashes low,
Her secrets folded warm and deep.
The cigarette burns slow and thin,
Forgotten in her careless hand;
I lean to kiss the cherry taste
And feel her breathing where I stand.
Her teeth are gentle on my skin,
Her lips a quiet, glowing spark;
She bites, she soothes, she bites again—
The night is soft, the hour dark.
The clock has stilled, the world is far,
Just cherry pits and curling smoke.
The moon is pale against the glass,
And every kiss a promise spoke.
We stay until the sky turns gray,
Our shoulders bare, our feet entwined,
And every cherry, every kiss,
Is sweet and slow and wholly mine.