Red River Poems - Poems about Red River

And perhaps the blood had to flow like a red river under the moon, Perhaps the skin had to open like a flower in a storm, To let the soul break free from the grip of silent shadows, I do not blame the hands that painted a silent story on the body. But how do I tell the one...

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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 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...

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Phosphoric pillars crimson against oily black gently flickering ...

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Red orbs float above their shattered crystal columns reflected below ...

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My skin is a delicate porcelain. Never used, and well taken care of because it is fragile. Always on display because fragility is beautiful until it actually breaks. One wrong move and it chips, followed by a crack then ends up shattering. Lines to me are cracks in the beautiful porcelain I called my skin that used to hold...

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Vibrant chroma dots the mountains and valleys; we hike the Red River gorge, taking in it’s majestic pigmentation; leaves of October crunch beneath booted feet. We take our journey with care, as the cliffs can be deadly in an instant; still, the crisp Kentucky mountain air is rejuvenating to lungs, too long in the city’s smog. I stop at the edge of...

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Poetics Poem, Red River Gorge, KY I traipse the course of a forking, rambling stream Barefoot from the rounded top of one small boulder To another, the slashing strikes of cold water Startling my every careful leap, place to place, Landing with deep, short gasps, yet wordless In an utter joy of intense sensation over sun-sprinkled Spots so bright against the...

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Somewhere in your heart it is everdark Through all its pumping terrain Red on the river flows Blood lands ever tart Germinates the flowers grow Environmental fathoms start Red rivers pumping heart 8/14/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020...

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There are men of great strength and courage of length In a place called Texas out west I've seen good men shudder with knees turn to butter When gunmen unbutton their vest But the oddest I saw came down from Arkansas Lookin' for a Redhaired stranger He rode a big Roan that stood fifteen hands alone Didn't care a twit 'bout danger Well,...

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A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Oh, my love is like a red, red rose that's newly sprung in June and my love is like the melody that's sweetly played in tune. And you're so fair, my lovely lass, and so deep in love am I, that I will love you still, my dear, till all...

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As I kept my raised eyes hooked to rivers A shining swing of swords like the sliced moon In polkas of blood a dark blue shiver From red jungles comes up a meaty Hun _____________________________________ September 15, 2019 Arbitrium Divisa 4 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden Source :My Sonnet “As I Took the Right Turn” dated 27 June, 2019...

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Since remarks from the T.V, and a stocking of my soul to breathe... I relax eagerly when I await the heat and see that nothing come's out of me unless I can be free- now they said in many many books that this is how we plead, the defiance of a boarder stronger and foreigner as the...

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John Wayne rode across the screen And was able to beat the bad guys no matter how mean Look at Red River as a movie about a cattle drive With Wayne the trail boss so alive This movie was one of his best And for his Westerns made above the rest If you look closely he always wore the Red...

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the red river runs the ship between the moon and the rooster’s awning 9/1/2018...

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Bloody tears still fall, feverish and dry. The river flows on even though, I'm already dead inside. I'm no longer welcome at my own funeral. I lay still and I wait. For someone to take the burden away, Along with my limpness body. I lay in anguish as the smoking gun fades away. All there is left to do, is to move on...

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