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,
By George’s Girl 2026 about a year ago in Poets
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.
Sometimes my mind wanders to different timelines. I'm seven again. I'm trying to help with the dishes again. But this time,
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
She loves her red bag, simple and bright, A splash of color in the soft daylight. It holds her books, her keys, her snack,
Red Dress A swirl of silk, a vibrant hue, With every glance, it feels brand new. In the red dress, she spins and sways,
Red Shoes Red shoes on my feet, Boldly strutting down the street, With each step, a dance, Chasing dreams, taking a chance.
“Hey, neighbour! We heard that you were having a barbecue (a little birdie in the shape of my wife). Could hear the traffic from our kitchen and the kids kept up a noise about what was happening over here.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
