Short Crimsons Poems
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quick change artist, Fall
dons her crimsons and yellows
as winter watches
written for "Images of Fall" contest
Endings,
Unwrap these
Crimsons.
Leaves falling
Soon and I am
Not the Catcher.
But you, you
Sports Fan,
Like the
Lover chases
His tail, now.
I do.
And I pray.
Reincarnation: Autumn's landscape of color hasten return
Anticipation: Amber golds, crimsons, and tangerines we yearn
Elimination: Unworthy umber, culled to suffer and burn
A two-legged canvass
in crimsons and blues
dragons ginormous
and suchlike tattoos
Diamonds and rare gems
that shimmer and shine
flowers on long stems
with sleek strokes and lines
Exciting ones hid
in crannies and nooks
all that's forbid;
condemned by the Book
Exposed on the outside
pleasing to prudes
on out-of-sight hide
erotica and nudes
DELYSIA HENDRICKS
Flames devouring her breast
Betwixt pearl white devotions
Velvet flavours fangs..
As she cries her blood
Dripping upon the floor
Quivering these lips for more
Squeezing her thighs, releasing
Love's red rains joys..
Craving piercing nails
Carving silk stars whileas
Screaming at the moon
Ravishing pink flesh, in blue
Crimsons euphoric..
Breathless, love's notes.
Flames devouring her breast betwixt these fangs as
She cried; virginistic blood, dripping unto the floor....
Quivering for more whileas she squeezed times thighs
To release it's joy; her craving piercing nails; bitten
Carvings of this night; screaming at the silent moon
Ravishing her still framed flesh; in euphoric crimsons....
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...."Loves Notes" *
Form:
Unimaginable beauty:
I found myself walking alone
far removed from humanity
in a large meadow overgrown
with kaleidoscopic poppies:
oranges, blues, crimsons and yellows
each indiscriminately
commingled in this meadow
like an incongruous painting;
yet, in my eyes, a masterpiece:
A polychromatic blending
of hues quivering in the breeze
as I stood amidst the allure
of their stupefying grandeur.
A riot of colors blinds me in their wonder
fall decks the park with dazzling yellows and cool greens
lush crimsons thriving in sun's embrace
pale lilacs are young lovers impassioned in rapture.
Sun's warmth cuddles babies in their strollers
I stroll enchanted, though lost around winding trails
I wish I could be an artist dabbling in my easel
inventing new tints, coloring myself purple.
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The canvas upon
Which Sunsets are drawn
The palette that proffers
The hues…
The stroke of the brush
‘Pon the edge of the earth
The purples, the crimsons
The blues..
The portrait that’s painted
Each day at dusk
At times displays the husk
Of a day…
Vibrant and roseate
Once so bright and sunny
As if God and Angels
Have conspired to create
A hue hallowed and new
The colour of blood
…mixed with honey…
from afar, leaves like uncounted catatonic fires
huddled close
pinned to the chill air
a pointillist’s love affair with a hundred shades of red
the ground is a fresh wound, edgeless
a breeze worries the boughs
stokes the hanging flames into quivering
crimsons
scarlets
vermilions
renegade ambers
a slow burn resumes
accompanied by a susurrus of sighs
a dirge for a season
and the summer sky, now turned slate,
is cremated
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Flames devouring her breast betwixt my fangs as she cried; blood, dripping unto the floor
Quivering for more, as she squeezed her thighs to release the joy; craving piercing nails
Carving this night whileas screaming at the moon; ravishing my flesh in euphoric crimsons...
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..."Loves Notes" *
The xylem saps are heading south
like the majestic autumn sun,
deep down into their woody roots.
Soon deciduous leaves will die
and their exquisite lingering
dissolution's will manifest
tinctured, ephemeral beauty:
crimsons, oranges, yellows and greens
and all the subtle hues in between.
A sweet, earthy scent saturates
the cool, autumnal air we breathe.
Then one by one each leaf succumbs
to a gentle rain or zephyr
descending silently to earth.