Scarlet Poems - Poems about Scarlet

In the storm of my mind, You were my quiet yearning. Nothing to hold onto, nothing to chase, Nobody can adjust to this phase. Do not claim the jargon words, Words mean nothing when they are hollow. Letters and pauses are only the reflections of my urge To put you in my precious seat. I see a scarlet paradise, Beneath the fabrics, beneath the...

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Souls connected through time Coupled together by love and blood Arranged into families Realizing where that thread originated and Leads, tells us who we are. Engineered by the Creator To bring about His will Time to open our eyes Hear with our ears the Reality before us. Evidenced by the blood lines Aligned back and back, leading us to Deliverance!...

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Lonelier than lonely, the walls cry out to I. I choke on sour taste as I attempt to reply. Feelings bunch up to crouch inside my throat. I want to let them loose, put them afloat. Not upon mountain peaks or in valleys low would my heartbreak know a dauntless echo. Sweet cascading, scarlet dark, bold wine, please, relieve this crimson...

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The salt-stung wind, a ragged thief, stole whispers from the edge of my coat, the ocean's breath, a heavy sigh. Crimson bled across the horizon, a raw wound in the sky, the sun, a molten coin, slipped through grasping cloud-fingers. Each wave, a restless beast, clawed at the shore, a rhythmic, thunderous pulse, like a drumbeat of despair. My thoughts, scattered...

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As heading down the streets of Paris, I sensed the guitar strings resonating the air somewhere behind my ears. Leaves fell twirling around as if, autumn started a bit early this year. The foggy road didn't allow any lights to pass through it except for the one in the 'Scarlet Red' . Was the nature romanticising around? Or was it...

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The butcher in a trance this death then many more The cleaver paused in motion destruction to the fore The blood is pooling downward in images besmeared Its stain a violent crimson tattooing life — with fear (Dreamsleep: March, 2025) ...

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Scarlet Ribbons Angry bullets curse and swear Paint scarlet ribbons through your ice blonde hair Scarlet ribbons burst the skies Scarlet ribbons haunt my eyes Then time stands still as I drift away Drift away to that sun-kissed day When we kissed goodbye, you began to cry Then I did too, as I wallowed in your eyes of blue Ran my fingers through your...

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Drip drip drip There she is, curl up like a ball, Hands pressing hard, raw is the pain, For a moment the heated pad works. Thud thud thud Powerless she's against the shedding, High and low, her hormones play tennis, Giggles of laughter turn into tears. Drip drip drip With every drop of Vermillion, A raging pain rise in her low back, The room is...

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Outside the dining room window separated by a canopy of grape vines and a small patch of grass, was a corrugated iron fence weathered to a dull glaze of rust and covered by a trellis on which a thick profusion of roses grew and sent their delicate perfume into summer afternoons. My Nan's Paul Scarlet roses were her pride, a groaning weight of...

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All is pristine. White lights twinkle,reflected on freshly fallen snow. The black velvet backdrop of night Enhances the perception of silvery glitter. Each tiny flash excitedly gossips to their neighbor. All is pristine. There is no trace of mankind. No hint of corruption or decay to distract from the beauty. No footprints, no tire tracks, No clots of snow pushed into dirty stacks At every...

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Snow Song Yes, snow is a pure sign of winter No whiter thing ever on earth Can cause us much trouble so often But speaks of a long-promised birth. To be in a country with seasons Not always the same every day Is a privilege I always enjoy As I live in our precious UK. November’s just given us snowflakes Their whiteness is vivid and...

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red letters on a desk with dust, her birthday card written perfecta — water drop on paper; ‘to the leaf i know will fall but not too far, please not too far’ flew in the breeze leaf crumbled like a fall of autumn — first freeze. killed everything within me; a zombie queen of a necropolis of misery. her plot is my home under this blanket of grass, with a petals kiss sleeps a...

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alleyway bandits beat the man till he dropped, as they were rummaging through his wares — clad in crimson armor a vigilante appeared, everywhere — no where like a ghoulish phantom, one by two till all five lay scattered — splattered, ripped apart by the golden gauntlets of scarlet, and then it was gone in the zephyr — like smoke. a bloody...

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My daughter - my love - my darkness - my only care. Oh how I miss you dear, wish you were here. But wishes cannot turn back what has been done; can they - can they bring you back to the sun?; How I yearn to hold you close - just once more, Hug, and to keep you safe,...

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Long for the tender tormenting touch of her slips, a vermillion vice of the abyssal depths that lay within the merest brush of her breath, a zephyr's caress that set aflame the parched arid landscapes of my wasteland as sighs hollow echoes whispered promises grew, the inferno of my longing raged, a maelstrom of need...

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