Invisible Strings By Serena J. Fox

Invisible Strings By Serena J. Fox twenty-four pomegranates, three tympani and a lute— the painter’s storing contours, tints, curls, percussions, tobacco- scented light. the composer’s hands gesticulate—air, ideas, arpeggios, muted aggression, all conducted into the vicinity of her own, alert ears. the painter’s wishing he’d found a pomegranate— left that, instead of sparkling cider, on […]

The Red Wheelbarrow By William Carlos Williams

The Red Wheelbarrow By William Carlos Williams so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens Copyright © by the owner. Discover More Poetry

Greater Love By Wilfred Owen

Greater Love By Wilfred Owen Red lips are not so red As the stained stones kissed by the English dead. Kindness of wooed and wooer Seems shame to their love pure. O Love, your eyes lose lure When I behold eyes blinded in my stead! Your slender attitude Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed, Rolling […]

Red Sky By Caryl Pagel

Red Sky By Caryl Pagel I have eaten my dinner  Do not despair I have eaten my dinner and the Devil When he comes will see I have intact A peripatetic philosophy That prizes above all Not fame Not virtue Never grace But burnt asparagus                    red wine Red wine like the red sky The red […]

A Red Flower By Claude McKay

A Red Flower By Claude McKay Your lips are like a southern lily red, Wet with the soft rain-kisses of the night, In which the brown bee buries deep its head, When still the dawn’s a silver sea of light. Your lips betray the secret of your soul, The dark delicious essence that is you, […]

Double Red Daisies By Robert Graves

Double Red Daisies By Robert Graves DOUBLE red daisies, they’re my flowers, Which nobody else may grow. In a big quarrelsome house like ours They try it sometimes—but no, I root them up because they’re my flowers, Which nobody else may grow. Claire has a tea-rose, but she didn’t plant it; Ben has an iris, […]

Red By Dave Malone

Red By Dave Malone You pull away from me as if red can lose red. We boiled over one night. The moon turned ruby, the trunk of the oak churned a crimson volcano, the Missouri River, a bleeding artery. I won’t dam this up. I won’t pull back— how the night draws its knees up […]

Vermillion By L.L. Barkat

Vermillion By L.L. Barkat The words in my house were flat, one syllable, hard beginnings or endings, easy to line up– like wooden dominoes– easy to use, remember. I spent years trying to replace them with a fluency of crimson indigo emerald lapis vermillion (how I loved vermilion when I found it). And still I […]

A Lady Red – Amid The Hill By Emily Dickinson

A Lady Red – Amid The Hill By Emily Dickinson A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps! The tidy Breezes, with their Brooms— Sweep vale—and hill—and tree! Prithee, My pretty Housewives! Who may expected be? The Neighbors do not yet suspect! The Woods […]

Child In Red By Rainer Maria Rilke

Child In Red By Rainer Maria Rilke Sometimes she walks through the village in herlittle red dressall absorbed in restraining herself,and yet, despite herself, she seems to moveaccording to the rhythm of her life to come. She runs a bit, hesitates, stops,half-turns around…and, all while dreaming, shakes her headfor or against. Then she dances a […]