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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Alone
by Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
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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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The Glory Of The Garden
by Rudyard Kipling
Our England is a garden that is full of stately views,
Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues,
With statues on the terraces and peacocks strutting by;
But the Glory of the Garden lies in more than meets the eye.
For where the thick laurels grow, along the thin red wall,
You will find the tool- and potting-sheds which are the heart of all;
The cold-frames and the hot-houses, the dungpits and the tanks,
The rollers, carts and drain-pipes, with the barrows and the planks.
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The Solitary Woodsman
by Sir Charles GD Roberts
When the grey lake-water rushes
Past the dripping alder-bushes,
And the bodeful autumn wind
In the fir-tree weeps and hushes, --
When the air is sharply damp
Round the solitary camp,
And the moose-bush in the thicket
Glimmers like a scarlet lamp, --
When the birches twinkle yellow,
And the cornel bunches mellow,
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Red Pompadour
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
burgundy colored
looking to indigo skies ~
flight in deep shadows
Scarlet Arising
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Hot sun
a stirring
in scarlet hours.
Sleeping beauty rises
Red rose.
Fragrance
drifts afar
on unseen wings.
Under the golden spell
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Sunnyside
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Red
Daisies
Outshine day
Fruitful meadow
Gold
Cherries Bright Red
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Red cherries,
falling down darkly.
Crimson sun.
Scarlet bliss,
gilt bloom days not far behind,
so juicy and sweet!
Inarticulate Goodbye
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sweet sun is setting scarlet as red fruit on high,
In a sizzling beauteous exit-apple pie in the sky!
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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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