Rouge Poems - Poems about Rouge

The Moulin Rouge at Night

The Moulin Rouge at Night

At night, the Moulin Rouge bursts into life
with orchestrated music and bright lights,
where singers and cancan dancers excite
audiences who applaud them with delight,
and is a splendid place to patronize
for entertainment when in Paris, France,
where, by happenstance, people may unite
seeking merriment or discrete romance.
        

Palo Alto-Baton Rouge

Palo Alto-Baton Rouge

Every Compliment
Is A Plea For Compliance
An Expectation Of
Rewarding Response.

ASMR With Tender Fingers
And A Pretty Stick
Across Your Bare And
Tender Supple Skin.

Whelp! Whelp! Whelp!
With A Sweet Carrot
Kiss To Every Nostril
Carefully Planted. 

-Gray Squirrel

06-21-2025

Ramblin' Rouge

The charming Miss Lola dwelt in the small town, at the edge of Red River,
With only her goose, 'Rouge.' She was named after her spot of wet vigor.

Rouge was the darling of Miss Lola, like precious spring, coming to visit;
And was forever roaming from river to house, like golden stars, in orbit.

Rouge frequented every room,

Perfect rouge

If red is your favourite colour,
Then let there be blood in the sky,
Bleed out would I,
Just to appease your preferences,
Plant one million roses,
As the lavender decomposes,
Just to indulge your eyes.

Ruby rivers cover silver streams,
I could not comprehend even in dreams,
What I would do for that scarlet shade,
Saturating my days, it is not afraid,
To discolour my

Moulin Rouge

Moulin Rouge

The greens and pinks magnetize to my eye
Like flowers abloom in a field espied,
Overwhelming creation’s invention
With beauty of grandiose dimension,
Shifting to the wind’s orchestrated movements
That winks at my soul (agaped by the performance),
To be delighted with the extravaganza presented.

To see the hand relax in the moment,
To take stock and enjoy the portrayal
Of gist and

Rouge Carpet Disaster

This storys old but I will tell it anyways 
What’s brewing is the same speech I gave myself yesterday
I'm using old material
And it's not even feasible!
And clearly not working 
You can find those words between the grave and me 
You’ll find my scribbled ink resting at the bottom of the Alfords plea
Your landscape; my world

Nonchalant Rouge

Nonchalant Rouge  
By Maui Sanders

Absence of affection
Is not a sore ditch
Film reels 
And family memories
Even though I may not 
Have one
In my mind, I am a warrior
Who is learning
How to be of an object
To people on a pursuit to
Win the trophy

Moulin Rouge Sunflower Smiles: Learn Vlad Put-In

O sunflower Helianthus thy Name
The internet for Writing, strange game
My love for Helianthus Annuus, came
With Morning Muse. then CONFUSE-ion
Not on the site, lost in cyberspace
Meanwhile new cultivars of sunflower
Are amazingly done in the US
God be praised for flowers, that give and give
Yes, an annual, dies when cold, but reseeds
Itself -- feeds us good seed-- Glory

The Rouge of Potential

God must be playing marbles with the planets...
its earths turn to be in the palm of his loving hand
for millennium mankind had his chance at the loom
endless wars, lust and greed is all he could weave.
Now we're perched between Gods thumb and forefinger..
Soon he'll flick us to the outer edges of his patience
branded a cold

Mila Rouge

you were not live

died in the womb

before I could hold you 

at birth and kiss your soul


my little princess

the moon in your heart

that failed to beat

tore the promise

of peace innocence desire

to walk by my side

and I grieve

Moulinette Rouge

the sanguine pumpkin blended a cautionary tale in anticipation

whipped a bit of cream and cinnamon essence into the mix and 

disguised her devious trickery with the fragrant candle of death


vampires camouflaged as a venture-capitalists hung on to the skin

counted their rewards with sweet diabolical fangs and squashed

any sense of trickery as pulp met fiction and

Opera - Rouge

In my younger youth, this color was sort of appalling for me.  I did not fancy nails with decorations.  I was not raised around it.  Now I prefer to have black nails or some kind of warrior looking paint.
A friend of mine asked a teacher if he could see her bare feet.

50 Words For Poe: Rouge

"50 Words for Poe: Rouge"



Rouge, sweet stains
the bleeding mouth of the brain
Green poison from 
the tongue of envy a postal note from Hell

Rouge makes a bed
with an enemy
Knife slices the insipid pale
in the bucket lies Hell's abysmal fail

Rouge, dances in 3 inch sharp knives
Rouge, slices lips and rips through black the widower's widow's veils

Rouge Stilettos

Khmer Rouge

Cambodia
Prison camp S-21
Angkar kills but does not explain

your blood bleeds into my veins
so I can feel your pains
whatever god you pray to
beg for deliverance.
in the good old USA we are
unaware of unseen suffering.
Usually but not always.
we met at a wedding and
you shared your story
in broken English until
I understood that you
had been in the killing fields.

The Day the Night Went Rouge

The night time went rouge
Wouldn't you know
Stepped out of the dark
Hitting the road
Finding out how
To weave in and out
From the still of itself
Without any doubt

I took a-hold of the night
Read it its Rights
Don't come again
Till after day light
This sneaking you do
Round about noon
Really is not
Very becoming of you

Where upon the night said to me
I can

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