Red Poems
Crazy
by Laxmi Prasad Devkota
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Oh yes, friend! I'm crazy-
that's just the way I am.
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I see sounds,
I hear sights,
I taste smells,
I touch not heaven but things from the underworld,
things people do not believe exist,
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Block
by Hayden Carruth
Right up there this side the Five Chimneys Corners
about a mile south the Oneida line, this goddamn
granddaddy sugar maple block I tell you it's
what you might call a real out-size block a old-time
ball-busting son of a bitch of a block laying by the side
the road where that house with the busted porch is
the worn-out gray asphalt siding? the lawn sale
going April to November? you know where I
mean, this block if it was a redwood you could cut
a hole in it for the tourists to drive through, a good
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Arhan
by Aleister Crowley
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the
glance
Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms
dance
With the light that stirs and lustres of the dawn, and with
the bloom
Of the wind’s cheek as it clusters from the hidden valley’s
gloom :
Then I walk in woodland spaces, musing on the solemn
ways
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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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Red Flowers From My Love
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Summertime lover
I'm waiting at the station;
Strawberry evening!
Anticipation heartbeat,
like rainbow glimpsed from a street.
Dusky moments fly
like dense willows in wild wind,
in the moss green spring.
Then a train roars like thunder
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Sunshine of Our Lives
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Ring around crimson roses
butterscotch sun comes around
lavishing mellow yellows upon
lifestyles on the ground
Watery
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
clouds on lake drifting
in the rose forever days
silver glide, geese sun
in puff clouds swimming
until the soaking downpour
red blooms cried for joy
Dark Lily
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
companion of night
in the epoch of gold stars
moon soliloquies
lily reddest red
just green steps from my back door
moonlight on the floor
beautiful dreamer
in the silence of shadows
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Frozen Moments
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Green and red apples
flowers in a ruby vase
Hues shout in stillness
and sweetest blooms, richest red
capture the laziest eye.
Vibrant explosions
in the hushed art museum
where the colors dream
Life frozen in a moment
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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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