Wine Red Poems | Examples
These Wine Red poems are examples of Red poems about Wine. These are the best examples of Red Wine poems written by international poets.
Scarlet Red
Sunset into vermilion
Your a garnet auburn
Eyes a blur radiant
Marron surrounded
Take me with you
Beet red flowers lurid
Can’t fathom in violet, your the one
Tomorrow blood moon, uncertain
A journey beyond brilliant wonders
Graceful in your presents
Scarlet divine claret wine
Caught off guard,parallel absurdities
You have my undivided attention
Rendered into the moment
Something about her
Scarlet wine through calm oceans
Silver mist emotional immense
Last a lifetime
Sculptured into something beautifully
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.
Ain’t Gonna Go To Hell For Anybody by Dylan
I find your lines like wine
Making me drunk with love
You toy with my mind
And I’m infatuated enough
But when I think about it
I cool off and pray with faith
Sex and lust is lousy
If you don’t love me God’s way
It’s better to marry
Than to burn like fire
Real love is carried
In red heart of desire
I know we can fool around
And likely have a good time
But hell is a long way down
I don’t want to lose the divine
The love I deserve
The love I desire
Found in holy word
Not from the pit of fire
I’m not going to hell
For any one over flesh
I’d be just as well
Waiting for true happiness
I ain’t gonna go to hell
For anyone no sir not me
God has a plan and well
I’d rather belong to Thee
red wine tastes bitter
draculas liquor of choice
gruesomely graveyard
Time flies so fast
January is about to end
Around here stay at coffee shop
Just drink a sip of tea
Appreciating people's time
So precious but can't be returned
Surmising the busy days working hard
Doing the new year to be fruitful start
The second month would be a red letter days
All malls are adorned with something scarlet
Bouquet of flowers are all on sale right now
Cards and postcards hanging the wall bookstore
Ladies are smiling in red lipstick at the parks
Boys do jogging in the morning routine seen in the crowd
The atmosphere is esoteric vibe of positive energy
As food and wine are the best part of this love celebration.
Fuchsia fairy flying fast
Muse improve my poetry
Inspiring windows of past
Visions provisions owed to me
Cure me of this crime of rhyme
Turn it off with a waving wand
Fill me like a cup of red wine
With words that read like a psalm
You are a starry eyed night
A delightful cup of red wine
For when again we warmly unite
I’m sure to lose track of time
I dip in you like a silver spoon
Yet never ever can get enough
Touch like a flower maroon bloom
Scents that I lament for in love
Like a magnet I attract your kiss
Kinetic energy light up with spark
You grow my mind with blue blitz
Your every word uplifts my heart
Turquoise times with you the best
Love grows like vines of happiness
I burned my tongue on caramel coffee
Though it could be from lies of omission
Doesn’t stop mocha me from talking
Or my emerald eyes from violet vision
He loves me sweet he loves me hot
Lilac lips like lava lilies lemon lures
Freeing fluorescent fear thinking not
Hopeful heart seeks red love as cure
We make peculiar purple passion flowers
Blooming despite lack of light lack of showers
We can teal talk mentally walk for hours
Is it luscious lust or liquid love giving powers
I’m too old to waste white wine energy
Yet I find silver strength turquoise time
He’s much more than a fuchsia friend to me
Dropping helium hints the marrying kind
This relationship is like a steam ship
That moves forward like a slow tango
Every time I say it’s over biting lip
I find it doesn’t decline but it grows
I’m not sure I’m the marrying kind
Rather ruined by life in some ways
I’ve tried to show him but he is blind
I guess he is stubborn and has faith
If time is a test we have had a year
I’m just not ready for marriage dear
Red rover red rover send courage over
For the fire of desire burns steady slower
Crescendo heart of cranberry sparks passion
So hot my mind takes a hazel heat thrashing
Melting silhouette on my brain
A love tattoo of the insane
Your scent is like lint on peach pillow
I cling to it for makes me mellow
Stealing your tshirt for my clothes
Acting really hurt if you won’t let it go
I drink your spirit like red wine
Could never fear it you are kind
Forever my lover you are mine
From this day forward in time
If lemon lime rhymes
Didn’t slide down my spine
Leaked from mahogany mind
Peaked like high from red wine
Would you know it I’m a poet
If silver similes
Didn’t stop hounding me
As I sit under green tall trees
And claw at fuchsia fantasies
Would it show then what I hold in
If I think in silky sonnets
Worn like a hat or black bonnet
Red heart has a hashtag wanted
But love jones left body haunted
Lamenting in need would you free me
Yellow hopeful haikus
Sandy Senryu
for socks and shoes
Dancing within destined groove
Blueberry rain so cool will you jazz with me
When life was a spiced acrostic
And I almost lavender lost it
The zest that bequest the flawless
In the love land where man is lawless
I bit into it my peach poetic peace
I raise a glass to you
My lips lingering along the glass
I pull away the stains along my wrists permanent
Your eyes roll to look at the mind you don't have
"To the happy couple." I smile over your bodies
I cannot tell if when you told me I was insane if you were right
I remember how cold your hands were, maybe you were already dead
I don't think you can be colder than this
The miss you dawn on me
The lies you spew like blood
White wine and dine me then
If you want to be my only man
Feed my ego flowers like red roses
Enter my heart door it never closes
You know this about me so esteem
Do let me kiss you there
Under over inside brown bare
Thoughts as you glide hearts sing
If you are serious make it a ruby ring
Electric touch is making me high
So in love with you chocolate guy
struck to stillness
still, not sick
when shall I awake?
I shall seek it yet again
the depths of true sleep
where purity is lost
and words confused
none other than you
my red angel
with your familiar foul stench,
of the depths of true sleep
knowing if I were to awake,
I shall seek you yet again
like dogs to their vomit
and it stings and bites
all the way down
only giving its color
when it moves itself down my throat
that's how I know it's you
when I know you is when you put me to sleep
when shall I awake?
I shall seek it once more
I remember when
love spoken plainly
conveyed all manner
of hidden agendas
hands instead of
tap dancing keys
unlocked
a body of work
stroked skin melting into
sultry deep pink summer satin
caressed with a racing
velvet lipped kiss
smelling the other
hint of warm leather
dived deep
swimming freestyle along
the undulating waves
towards the pulse
at the base of a throat
then, down towards
the place where the
heart beats fluttering
signs read
a welcome
bend in the road,
before heading south
reverse the journey north,
just at that place
where a whisper
can be heard
under the ear,
the hint of freshly
cut silver grass and
dark dark red roses
the tongue becomes thirsty
for life catching
rivulets like rain
running along curves
dipping into the
unexplored
hollows,
but surely
like a fine wine
that has once
come-of-age,
ready to be
poured into it all,
the law of love
offers no
fast and hard rules,
the field
is wide open
the grass
so much greener
there grow
the exotic blue orchids
bending into and over
all those bleeding
dark dark red roses
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Salt from the sands of Egypt
Sprinkled into wine
To banish dark memories
Red wine mixed with myrrh
Infused with pink salt
Through wisdom
Praise!