Short Reds Poems

Short Reds Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Reds by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Reds by length and keyword.


Premium Member Reds, You And Me

reds
in hearts
beats in darts
feelings on hold
never crease or fold
beating untold
young or old
your heart
speaks
Form: Ninette


Reds

the cold blues were
brilliant
the never ending shades of black were
calming, yet scary
but the reds,
the red were always my favorite
and i die
bathed
in the reds
Form:

Reds In Pair

Red Cardinals pair

          singing the passion they share 

                   hot up icy air.




                  3-March-2016
        Contest: United colours: RED
        Sponsored by: Silent One
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Reds and Browns

The field stretched across the plains
like a sea of yellow sunrays
glistening off the peaks
of little hills of haystacks
dancing and floating across the fields
On a throne of wheat and wearing 
a golden crown.
to honor the fertile ground
of reds and brown.

Premium Member I Am Oranges and Reds

The yin and the yang of my artistic self 
parades in the world of imagination,
I know I need a bit of both, 
but I do have a favorite

I like the glitz and the glamour of the sequined stars,
The rhinestones of snow, and the pure whiteness of clouds
They add the right flavor to the rest of myself
For I am oranges and reds, swirling in wild paisleys.
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Premium Member Peacetime Summer Reds

The morning night thunder-shone
The bright stars fractured me
You in sudden surprise
Whirling in your misgivings
Baby gulls sit on our heads
And we weep forgetting to be merry
Broad is the scope of infinity
Meet me in brackish waters
Death to focus
Death to style
Come worming up to the hole
Peacetime summer reds
I can eat a clock and dream of orangutangs
Forgive these latches
Remove them
Remove them

Premium Member Reds, You And Me

It is your birthday, you said
Me, pretending I forgot it

You wept when I said, "When is it?"
Your gift I swayed when you laid

I didn't mean to hurt you
When I asked what day that was

How special it is to you
Knowing I remember everything about you

You were leaving when I stayed in bed
I stood up and hugged you

You hugged me too
Kissed me and said, " You are the only one
  who turns my heart red!"
Form: Verse

Premium Member Cincinnati Reds

For all of you, here is a little history: Professional baseball got its start in Cincinnati. The “Red Stockings” played in the Queen City. That was in 1869; over a century ago. Players were paid on the banks of the Ohio. With gloves made of leather, and bats made of wood, this year’s team is also pretty good. “Great American Ballpark” is where they play ball. The Central Division winners just might take it all.
Form: Rhyme

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