Short Vermilion Poems

Vermilion
Blood red
Symbolizing the dead
Shed by the weak,
Murdered!...

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Sunspots, cooled and grey
bandage molten vermilion.
My heart is this sun....

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vermilion wings
perch between rose petals
sips of ambrosia...

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vermilion on foreheads implanted
shines as on our very own
for are not all one...

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sulphurous
mercury rising
from tormented mountains
where your vermilion river
flows...

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I received the mail,
written with cracks on a crisp
vermilion leaf. Dropped
in by the cool morning breeze.
News of autumn's arrival.


Date : 10/07/2016...

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Prior to March
Sunlight streams brilliant
Streaked silver veils.
Periwinkles bloom in amber dew;
Glossy azure blossoms
Rusty vermilion. 

2/20/2017...

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Voracious blood suckers
Vespertilian beasts
Vermilion eyes, white fangs
Velvet cloak, black en-wrapped
Vigilant for dawn's break
Voraciously gorging
Vivid red neck vein blood...

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source of sustenance  
vermilion firecracker plant
hungry hummingbirds

8/23/2020
Tania Kitchin’s Color with Alliteration
Checked by howmanysyllables.com...

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I anoint myself
applying ethereal vermilion 
the ‘I’ not being ego
‘myself’ not being mind-body
so thus no-thingness 
ushers fullness of blissfulness 

igniting form in permanence...

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Scarlet-orange sun rose brightly,
As the cerise stars shine nightly.
Honey sunshine caressed flowers-
A gold thrall twixt silver showers;
And ruffled, plum breeze came lightly....

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Fusing closed
Secrete yourself away
In vermilion blossoms
Inside hushed anguish
Coiling up
In a fetal comfort
Beyond everything
Denying breath
Slowly fading
Within the confines
Of a blood red rose...

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morn!
lovesick
Blue jay croons,
squirrels scurry
in haste for ever…
boisterous in grey coat.
breathtaking vermilion tinge
painting sky with glistening hue,
intoxicated July dreamscapes 
idyllic beauty of glorious  day!...

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It's full of my childhood memories
And those adolescent years...
The Poinciana tree,
All my sorrows and all my fears.
It's the place to be
For long waiting hours,
Those winters with bare branches,
And springs of vermilion flowers......

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In marble mortar his pestle struck
fragmented vermilion flakes,
ground fine into powder base
"The Girl with a wine glass"
Artist's current work
Sunburst highlights
Satin sheen
Captures
Time









Favourite Artist -
Johannes Vermeer...

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Red is the colour of my hair,
The colour of the blood in my veins’
Of the cord that hung on the whore’s window
And doomed Jericho to fall.
The thin, slow strand of vermilion;
Scarlet ribbon tracing its way to the earth:
Rahab’s redemption and my rebirth....

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pale moon rises in vermilion skies
ashes and screams erupt from the pyre
lusterless eyes beseech me to join their throng
lifeless hands stretch forth from the fire
imploring me to cast off my innocence
daylight rips me from the delusion ~  pallid and afraid...

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Darkness is a being
that folds its hand over our eyes
and steal our vision from us.
It is a dark blanket
that spreads over the earth,
A disease that turns men into shadows.

CONTEST SPONSOR: Vermilion scythe
CONTEST NAME: Word Vision Poetry IV
12/27/2018...

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A
path to
harmony
is one adorned 
with vermilion hues. 
Pumpkin leaves, remnants of 
summer’s verdant colors now 
drifting through the woodland splendor
through argentine skies, unified, a mélange 
of the magnificence autumn bestows. 

©2011 Connie Marcum Wong...

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fingers five dipped in vermilion 
an ethereal elixirous mist
thought they stand alone
they are all yet entwined
with all nodes of form pulsating

chakra wheels rotate churning
polarities orbiting the void
centred everywhere 
circumference nowhere
presence is the all-that-is...

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hands dipped in ethereal vermilion
we allow the bliss tingle to rise
all sensations dissolve in our heart 
‘tis where the false ego too dies

sans identity we yet remain aglow
as formless awareness self-aware
we see that we were in our own way
but to plunge in the void, very few dare...

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Vermilion red is my blood
The anger was the mortal weapon

Stubbed, all of me scattered

Hey, at the end of "anger"
Use "l" from "love"
Instead of "r" from "rage"

Yes, you ARE an angel

Fly and collect all pieces of you

"Sleep with angels"

My mother's voice resonates in me....

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Mother blows conch shell
                                       Dews  on holy basil drip smell
                                         Sun vermilion in sky day shy	
                                      Cows return, father chants Om,
                                      Peace all over home sweet home...

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The watermarked weave of 
sunset's net
Does not soon force us
to forget
The leavening clouds
encasement soon
Of mallard's flight in night's
cocoon.
And in the morning sunlight's
dance,
The summer vermilion leaves
enhance
The platinum sheen of swooping
wren
As silver slug trails signature
an end....

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Kindred spirits, instantaneously.
It was unbidden love written in the
  Stars for the erstwhile strangers.
  Magical was their connection, an
 Explosion of vermilion; passionate,
 True romance; 'twas sheer kismet!...

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