Her eyes were green, shining bright, Filled with jealousy, day and night. Now they are red, full of pain, Anger and hurt pouring like rain.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
In the quiet fold of dusk, she—a flower in bloom, delicate and inviting, he—a wanderer, drawn to her fragrant light.
By Rajesh Dhiman (Rajesh)about a year ago in Poets
Her Long Sexy Red Nails Her long red nails, a daring flair, Bold and bright, they catch the air. With every gesture, she steals the scene,
My Red Rose In the garden, bright and fair, Blooms a rose beyond compare. Soft petals like velvet, pure and bold, A touch of nature, a story told.
My Big Red Broken Heart Once so bright, it shone like fire, Now it's cracked, lost its desire. A heartbeat loud, but now it sighs,
My Red Door In the soft morning light it stands so bright, A bold red door, a welcoming sight. Painted with love, a brush stroke of cheer,
As night wraps the world in a silken shawl, She glimmers softly, enchanting us all. In the quiet moments, she finds her throne,
Her Fast Red Car Her fast red car zooms down the street, With every rev, the thrill is sweet. Wind in her hair, a smile on her face,
Red Light in Her Window A soft red light in her window glows, Drawing in wanderers, where the warm breeze blows. Men come to call, hearts set on fire,
Her long red coat, a splash of hue, A stylish embrace that feels like new. When winter winds howl and chill the air,
A touch of red upon her lips, A sexy lady. With kissable lips A splash of glamour, bold and true, With just one stroke, she shines anew.
In the room sits her big red chair, Soft and sturdy, beyond compare. A place to unwind, to laugh and to think, With a warm embrace, where worries shrink.
