Red Poems
Lament
by Dylan Thomas
When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
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Marie Antoinette
by Robert William Service
They told to Marie Antoinette:
"The beggers at your gate
Have eyes too sad for tears to wet,
And for your pity wait."
But Marie only laughed and said:
"My heart they will not ache:
If people starve for want of bread
Let them eat cake."
The Court re-echoed her bon mot;
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The Kind Ghosts
by Wilfred Owen
She sleeps on soft, last breaths; but no ghost looms
Out of the stillness of her palace wall,
Her wall of boys on boys and dooms on dooms.
She dreams of golden gardens and sweet glooms,
Not marvelling why her roses never fall
Nor what red mouths were torn to make their blooms.
The shades keep down which well might roam her hall.
Quiet their blood lies in her crimson rooms
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Exposure
by Wilfred Owen
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1 Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us ...
2 Wearied we keep awake because the night is silent ...
3 Low drooping flares confuse our memory of the salient ...
4 Worried by silence, sentries whisper, curious, nervous,
5 But nothing happens.
6 Watching, we hear the mad gusts tugging on the wire.
7 Like twitching agonies of men among its brambles.
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A Red Palm
by Gary Soto
You're in this dream of cotton plants.
You raise a hoe, swing, and the first weeds
Fall with a sigh. You take another step,
Chop, and the sigh comes again,
Until you yourself are breathing that way
With each step, a sigh that will follow you into town.
That's hours later. The sun is a red blister
Coming up in your palm. Your back is strong,
Young, not yet the broken chair
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Get Red-dy
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The hour grows late
Red sun, cherries, rose
Won't peace begin in hearts?
Mars in a Million Years
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
pink dawn on red mars
as far off sun glimmers gold
more probes are coming
someday red roses
when the greenery arrives
and with it fresh air
blue lakes and swimming
with the clouds, winds and the rain
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A Midas Touch
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Cerulean blue on blue, the sky is in the lake,
In a season of windswept clouds, sun baked,
At yellow hilltop cottage, a chirrup outbreak,
Red flowers line its winding path, no mistake!
The prince of noon and queen of blooms meet,
In red and golden splendor, a fragrance treat!
Green is everywhere, with the colors candied,
But red rose emerges, with its own mystique!
A Red Uprising
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
a wealth of rubies
cardinals among berries
red hibiscus bloom
crimson sun sinking
leaving vivid trails of fire
on scarlet roses
dragonflies emerge
going everywhere, silent
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Beautiful Dreamers
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Red is in the flower beds of roses, petunias and carnations,
Blooms dream in magical moonlight, now that stars are out,
And permeate a deep, black night, with burgundy fragrance!
Amidst the rich pearl dewdrops, breezes are scattered about,
As fond reveries of bronzed sunshine, under pale stars flout!
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Victor James Daley (19 poems about Red)
Creeve Roe] (5 September 1858 – 29 December 1905 / Navan, County Armagh, Ireland -
Emily Pauline Johnson (17 poems about Red)
Tekahionwake] (10 March 1861 – 7 March 1913 / Chiefswood, Ontario -
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