Short Bloodred Poems
Short Bloodred Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bloodred by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bloodred by length and keyword.
BLeeding heart
BLeeding SouL
BLeeding words
Left untoLd
BLeeding spirit
BLeeding mind
BLeeding memories
Left behind
BLeeding shadows
BLeeding eyez
BLeeding screams
Of empty cries
And continuousLy my pen weeps
in ink of bLoodred rain...!!
CHRISTINGLE
orange the world
flickering candle
inserted
bloodred ribbon
encircles
four toothpicks
nailed fleshwound
spirited fruits earths
Truth
revealed
Christingle
death where is
your sting
© Kim van Breda—25 December 2015
butterflies ferment
like aesthetic Autumn leaves
— sanguine sage’s brush
10/15/2018
ferment - to be in a state of agitation or intense activity
sanguine - marked by eager hopefulness : confidently optimistic; bloodred
sage - wise through reflection and experience
Take this gift
More perfect than a full moon.
It is softer than silk,
The tresses of unblemished ksin.
Its fragrence heavies the night air,
Making those around it dizzy
As they breath deeply to draw in the scent.
And its color is of a deep bloodred,
Smoothly cut rubies of elegance.
Answer to the riddle:
4 letters: the 18th letter of the alphabet, the 15th, the 19th, and the 5th
Form:
Something not to miss
a twilight eclipse
when moon is pale
and all things wail
When moon is full
and the waves feel its pull
when all things beneath the sea of red
are either sleeping or happily dead
When moon is high
with spirits nigh
the bloodred sky chills
to cast a soft glimmer across these hills
When moon is bright
hanging high in night
all stars creep back
to hide behind the silver in shamed black
Solstice perennial deed
Vivid blush ingrain seed
Reverence of times past
Pledges for battles cast
Lulling heads, utmost grave
Reverence for services gave
Abloom on war-torn fields
Long ago sacrifice yields
Acclaimed soldier's might
Noble tis honorable fight
For whom bell tolls
Poppies laurel lost souls
Doleful meadow bloodred
Tally those who bled
Rustic fields gently sway
‘Neath skies somber gray
3/23/2022
A sorrowful smile, a betraying teardrop from my eyes
I write this poem for the testament of time
Cries turning into hollow smiles
Unconsciously sinking to the wells of crime
My past gazing at me warily
Bloodred lips now chapped and dead
Dragging me to that same court of dread
Pouring out another poisonous wine
Draining out the fragile life of mine
I pay the price for it every day and night
Devoured quietly in silent fright