Inside: Red poems for color, flower and bold inspiration.
Poetry is a very powerful tool to help observe the world around us. So many mundane things that get overlooked on the daily basis can get the appreciation they deserve because of poetry. Take the color red for example. We see this color everywhere, every single day.
But how often do you stop to think about its beauty, and how lucky you are to see it?
I find that the more you appreciate the little things, the more balanced and happy your life becomes… and who doesn’t want that.
It can be so easy in today’s fast-paced world to become overwhelmed with the bad things going on, those are the things that are brought to our attention. When you are only really aware of these things, the world can seem like a bleak and stressful place, but it’s really not.
There are so many awesome things to be grateful for if we just take the time to stop and appreciate them. So today we are! I’ve made a list of the best Red Poems I could find on the internet for you to take a look at.
By the end of this, you will have spent at least a few minutes appreciating something you normally would not have, and that is a beautiful thing.
But before we get into that, I wanted to briefly talk about the symbolism behind the color red. If you weren’t aware, colors aren’t just colors: they are teeming with symbolism and meaning that have been picked up for centuries. Colors can also have impacts on your brain, depending on which one you are in the presence of. Interesting stuff right? Who would have thought?
Red Symbolisms
Though red has many different meanings depending on what culture you are in, there are some overall themes that represent it pretty well. Things like love, health, life, war, anger, and courage. Though some of these things may feel a little contradictory, they do have one thing in common: Passion. Red is the color of passion. Think of a beautiful red rose, it is the symbol of love and romance everywhere. Where there is red, passion will follow.
Now for Red’s effects on the brain: According to studies done on Frontiers.org, “The color red is known to influence psychological functioning, having both negative (e.g., blood, fire, danger), and positive (e.g., sex, food) connotations. Red seems to guide attention, specifically in emotionally-balenced circumstances, indicating that an emotional context can alter color’s impact both on attention and motor behavior.” Interesting right!
Now for the fun stuff. The poetry!
Poems the Color Red
1. Red.
Red is a fading sunset on the horizon.
It’s a burst of flame;
A spray of the fire leaping towards us.
It’s the heat of the warm afternoon.
It’s the face of an angry teacher.
It can also be an embarrassed pupil.
It’s a flickering flame of a tiny candle.
It’s the spark able to spread the wildfire of love.
Red is the color of heat.
It’s full of passion.
It’s bold.
Red won’t tolerate injustice.
It’s hard and unfortunately stubborn.
Red will never give in.
Even when it needs to.
Red has the brawn of an ox,
The skill of a pride of lions,
And even the diligence of a colony of fire ants.
It does not back down or grow weary.
Red stands his ground firmly.
It’s charming and romantic.
Red is like a harvest of fresh raspberries:
Satisfyingly and deliciously juicy.
Red is optimistic.
Red is the color of a rising dawn that glides across the morning sky and through the misty white clouds.
It’s the hot July sun, beating down on your entire body, and filling you with warmth.
It’s the thorn that gets to prick your fingers when you choose to hold it.
But it’s also a precious rose, that will always smell sweeter and sweeter than before.
Red, by any other name, would still remain red.
-Sunny Summers
It’s the color of your blood as it rises to your skin
It’s the color of what’s supposed to be love but in reality is hate
It’s the color your skin turns when you take a hot shower
It’s the the color your eyes turn when you’ve been up all night
It’s the color of when he walks into the room and you get little butterflies
It’s the color of your teachers lips
It’s the color roses you get from a secret admirer with the note that says stay strong
It’s the color you paint on your own little canvas
It’s the color of relief and emptiness
It’s the color of the last little bit of hope you hold on to
-McKenzie
3. A Red War
A blemish dawns the red sky
Violent blush stains and bleeds on high
Plop, plop, puddles of ichor and flesh
Metallic aroma inhaled fresh
We’re bathed in the violence
Like of group of lost nihilists
Through the night, watching it ignite
Nothing could absolve our spite
-Liliana Carranza-Davis
burgundy colored
looking to indigo skies
~ flight in deep shadows
-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
She is.
–Evelyn Judy Buehler
7. Red
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 into the sky and lets dusk red pour through.
–Dave Malone
This morning I vowed I would bring thee my roses,
They were thrust in the band that my bodice encloses;
But the breast-knots were broken, the roses went free.
The breast-knots were broken; the roses together
Floated forth on the wings of the wind and the weather,
And they drifted afar down the streams of the sea.
And the sea was as red as when sunset uncloses;
But my raiment is sweet from the scent of the roses,
Thou shalt know, love, how fragrant a memory can be.
-Andrew Yang
Love be the nearest, love be the furthest.
I see an asś, doing the donkey work of to be earnest.
The self identifying; of those among truly purposed.
A garden of roses in carousel; rowing around a carnival park,
Ice cream stains, candy moustaches, brands tomorrow’s marque.
People giving loose handshakes; lost it’s grip to their love. Their once true love,—
Of all the hateful glaring eyes looking down on us. And what they told us, to then give up.
But love in the nearest? Is of things I hold closely.
As in it’s furthest; are those coldest nights I feel so lonely.
Like bare toes inside of the snow; their feet are too cold to move.
Which of my souls do I anticipate to be holy or holey; of my old red shoes?
Glaring, teasing, laughing, shaking, commenting, and pointing,
I expect of others looking at them,— judging my worth at these worthless red shoes.
For a love had. I walked the nearest. And too walked the furthest.
-Kassan Jahmal
10. Scarlet Arising
Hot sun
a stirring
in scarlet hours.
Sleeping beauty rises
Red rose.
Fragrance
drifts afar
on unseen wings.
Under the golden spell
She is.
-Violetta
11. Reading Red
I am stripes on our flag; on a face I show shame.
I’m a river and sea and a cherry and flame.
I’m a cardinal, gore, and a symbol for war.
I’m a Bolshevik, bull’s-eye, and brothel decor.
I’m a bureaucrat’s tape and a light where you wait
And a bullfighter’s cape and Republican state.
I am Canada’s leaf and Japan’s rising sun.
I’m a steak ordered rare and a lobster when done.
I’m two suits often played and a failing firm’s ink
And a cross bringing aid and related to pink.
I’m the Sox loved in Boston and Prynne’s scarlet A
And I decorate Christmas and Valentine Day.
I’m a carpet rolled out or mean danger ahead.
I am Mars and a ruby and rose–I am red.
-Richom
Red cherries,
falling down darkly.
Crimson sun.
Scarlet bliss,
gilt bloom days not far behind,
so juicy and sweet!
-Violetta
Short Red Poems
Short poems are some of my favorite. They are easier to read and memorize, and although they are small, they can pack a punch when they intend to. Tiny but mighty! So take a look at some of my favorite short red poems, and perhaps you will find some inspiration to write one for yourself.
13. Red Dish Poems
A radish
in a reddish dish
-Anthony Biaanco
14. Rests Deep
The red sun
Rests deep on the lake
–Uwe Stroh
15. Life’s Blood
Crimson Red,
The color of life,
Flowing through our veins.
Pigmented in the sweetest of berries.
Flowers drenched in the vibrant hue.
I am so grateful to be alive with you.
-Unknown
16. The Sick Rose
O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
-William Blake
17. Red Cardinal
a red cardinal
twitters in the dogwood
chipmunks delight
-Unknown
18. Haiku
fall winds hurl
scarlet maple leaves
in scattered whirls
-Line Gauthier
bleed on the evergreen grasses
crisp apple orchards
20. [ red stained Easter eggs ]
red stained Easter eggs
past crucifixion blood shed
remembering Christ
-Sherry Anne
21. Rouge
secret moments
trying on
my mother’s rouge
crisp… red…
an embering
mirrorful
of new thrills…
-Orense
red velvet carpet entices footsteps
transforming my wonder
to Cinderella’s bewitching moment
twirling my senses upward
to red falling stars
cocooning my body
as I climb the stairs of time
– Sherry Anne
Famous Red Poems
For this last couple, I added the two most famous poems about the color red to finish this article off with a bang. I hope you loved taking some time to celebrate the things that normally fall into the background of our attention. I think you will find that if you make this a regular part of your daily life, the world will start to feel more open, happy, and okay in general. It really is all about being mindful. You got this!
A Red Red Rose Poem
O, my Luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve’s like a melodie
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
As fair as thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I will love thess till, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run:
And fare thee well, my only luve!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho’ it ware ten thousand mile.
-Robert Burns
What is Red? Poem
Red is a sunset
Blazing and bright.
Red is feeling brave
With all your might.
Red is a sunburn
A spot on your nose.
Sometimes red, is a red red rose.
Red squiggles out when you cut your hand.
Red is a brick
And the sounds of a band.
Red is hotness
You get inside
When you’re embarrassed
And want to hide.
Fire-cracker, fire-engine
Fire-flicker red –
And when you’re angry
Red runs through your head.
Red is an Indian
A Valentine heart,
The trimmings on
A circus cart.
Red is a lipstick
Red is a shout
Red is a signal
That says, “Watch out!”
Red is a great big
Rubber ball.
Red is the giant-est
Colour of all.
Red is a show-off,
No doubt about it –
But can you imagine
Living without it?
-Mary O’Neal
More Color Poems You Will Love
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13 Juicy Orange Poems with Creativity – Is this one about the color or the fruit? I guess you will have to find out. Either way, orange is the color of happiness and creativity. It’s vibrant color and healthy nature make it a wonderful theme for a poem, don’t you think? Check them out!
- 21 Poems About The Color Yellow – Yellow, right along with orange, is about happiness and joy. This is my personal favorite color so perhaps I may be a bit biased, but these poems are amazingly written and can evoke such intense emotion. Surprising for such a simple topic, right?
- 15 Poems About the Color Blue – Blue may feel like a sad color, but that is okay. Sad is a necessary emotion to feel every once in a while. It’s a part of life! So take a look at these 15 poems about the color blue to get a full circle rounded effect with color poems, you’ve gone from angry onto happy and back towards sad. That’s life!
