Short Redder Poems
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Redder kayak dewed
rotor radar rotator
madam sagas tenet
draw Ogopogo eye deified
Hannah's murdrum tenet
Madam Eve tenets
I don’t need sunblock
redder than strawberry
worst mistake ever
woke in the night
feeling hot all over
sunblock next time
Pensee form poetry....
sunrise
another one
allowed to see, redder now
will disaster come or a storm
my God knows the future
HANNAH
A palindromatic young "Hannah"
Bought a curry for just one "anna".
She consumed it at "noon"
And turned "redder" quite soon
So her "mom" and "dad" had to fan her
Roses are red, pointsettias are redder.
Red ribbons say Christmas, red wine says it better!
(Written 18 Dec 2018 for Andrea Dietrich's Cute Christmas Couplet contest.)
Shows herself more agreeable
As at peace in
The softening effects of
One who cools down.
If still, though now from behind
Bush, unminding
Eyeballed. And redder; fiercer!
Wider what's grown!
'It isn't fair,'
he often said,
'my rain-drenched hair
is very red;
without the rain,
I'm blonde again,
but now it's wet,
it's redder yet.'
written 11th April for Dear Heart Constance's It's all about 8 rhyme challenge
Please repaper my kayak redder
The level I refer to is new
I'll wait here Madam, in my Civic
Until the deed is done, thank you!
repaper, kayak, redder, level, refer, Madam, Civic, deed
(Not a contest, just goofing around!!)
Palindrome Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Joseph May
Sally's face turns REDDER when she drinks rum
She DID drink more and more and now feels numb
From NOON to night she was lit
Now MADAM fruity a bit
The booze LEVEL left her face a red plumb
Each of her babe's cheek's
Enlivened feature
Redder dawning sky's; more bright .
Sky's at summer's height.
Whilst all her babe's crawl's
Excited leisure
O'ertakes butterfly's! Who one
Sprung spell to the next
Of the more fanciful made
Bloom, prairied, invade.
Roses look redder
Sunflowers sunnier
Chrysanthemums brighter
Queen Anne's lace whiter
Leaves waving like pennants
Puffy clouds sail along
Grass green and refreshed
Birds sing their song
The breeze lifts my spirits
One click saves and submits it
Daisies wear dewy dimples,
even as the merry marigolds seem to melt...
And on that faraway mountain, in a summer cottage,
those roses blush redder when the rain kisses them.
04.22.2021
Lines taken from "A candid rainscape"
For Greg Barden's "Liberum Divisa 5" contest
Soft and silent
It starts.
Falling over me
Slowly.
Almost ticking at first
Its kind of exciting.
The movement quietly
Floods through me.
The feathery softness
Quickly becomes solid.
No longer flexible,
It turns me fragile.
It's fluffy little fingers
Redder than the flames
Of my pain.
Silently
Molting by the fire,
I wait
Consumed by desire.
The peak of the summertime brings the heat
All day in the sun leaves you feeling beat
Try hard to get cool
Time spent by the pool
So much time you are redder than a beet
Your skin feels like leathery dried out meat
You'd give anything for an icy cool treat
The sun is so cruel
You feel like a fool
To the sun I admit utter defeat
6/14/2020
I’ve been alone and afraid of me,
Because I’ve been fighting a war,
A battle inside of me,
And every time I try to change my ways,
I fall along the way,
And every time I try to make me better,
My sins just become redder,
I’ve been a fool,
In so many ways,
And now there’s only one option,
A very primitive notion,
For me to get away from me,
To run away.
April brings with her the fragrance
of springtime, clean as airy grass
cuddling baby blooms--
And nights grow longer, clouds in redder hue,
as bushes change to emerald instead of weeds-
while sounds of jaybirds recite
a holy prayer--
through dreamy walks by the sea,
I meet new season's breeze
knowing there is heaven in spring.
New for Contest
Everything looks better through shattered glass
My reflection is bright and glowing
And it bounces around
Like the man on the moon
My blood is ready and redder
And the shards of glass
Embedded in my palms
Look like diamonds around your girlfriend’s throat
She’s choking on her precious stones
But I’m too busy admiring
My many facets in this shattered glass
Form:
Listen to poem:
Birds herald Spring's awakening
with alarm clock
din rung.
Scents from flower buds leak
gossamer trails
into the air.
The sky at dawn has a brighter, redder blush
as life uncoils
out of hibernation's suspension
in surge of energy,
unwound discharged,
by unrelenting, unstoppable
hint of Spring in air.
Spring revealed, burst,
is sprung, done.
In a crowd they saw each other,
neither of them said a word, but just one look
and they saw each other's souls.
He winked and she smiled as her cheeks grew redder,
they knew it was true
they loved each other.
But They would never say to one another
how easily their two souls intertwined...
and the world would never know.
Just a soft glimpse of love touched for a moment
and lost in a second.
My nose is redder than red
The flu has put me in bed
I sniffle and drip
I can’t get a grip
For there’s pure lead in my head
Coughed up a poem or two
That might not make sense to you
The germs and the phlegm
Have covered this gem
Clean it, for it is…true blue!
It’s been a miserable day
Been grumpy all the way
But for this great SOUP
You guys are the scoup
Much better than meds…. I’ll say!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
When we don’t a lunatic fetter,
Sanity does not look quite better;
When A Sluggard is The Pace Setter,
Things begin to happen much later:
An Aquarian Chosen Go-getter,
A lot tend to be rather wetter;
Everyone A Well-Trained Sharp Shooter
Exchange of Gunfire The Redder;
One deciding to be A Looter
Many Shaky Accounts The Redder …
I’ve told you what usually follow
And why my laughs are sometimes hollow.
At noon, I heard what sounded like a pop
It continued all eve, and wouldn't stop
Now, it sounds like a peep
Aha! More like a beep
I am not a kook! In my eye there's a drop.
Mom thought it was someone playing a gag
I turned redder than a Japanese flag
"On the level," I cry!
I refer and imply
Who did the dirty deed... the scallywag?
The flowers all are folded
We children used to wear,
The garlands that we molded
Are withered in our hair.
We’ve given up the battle
Of flowering the world,
We’d rather hear rifles rattle
And see red flags unfurled.
Soldier’s furloughs are better
Than children’s holidays
Though shrapnel-wounds are wetter
And redder, than bouquets.
For Mars returns and bloodies
The sky and sand beneath,
The summer rainfall muddies
The white cross and the wreath.
The most splendid of the Earth’s colour shows,
Sparkling like rubies, with the sunset it glows.
Speckled with red, green, yellow and pink,
Only for few months do these colours link.
Almost like a large fire that makes one fear:
From high mountains to the banks of the pier.
It shifts colours: gold as light when daybreaks,
But redder than blood as twilight takes place.
This show of colour almost made us forget,
The white queen, whom will next be met.
Dad was going to repaper the wall.
Mum held the ladder, so he did not fall.
Will it be done by noon?
Dad smiled and did say "soon".
Speaking loud “keep it level” Dad did call.
Mum unhappy - planned it red all along.
Dad "asked what made you sad, Wow what is wrong?"
He completed the deed.
It's a rest he did need.
"Pink?" said Mum"I want it redder, so strong!"