Redheaded Poems - Poems about Redheaded

...they live in the toadstools of Venue Valley materializing only when wanting to do mischief or to frighten a superstitious human I heard them giggling once, but they did not appear to me trolls......Read the rest...

...I fell asleep outside, on Lisa’s windy, 50th floor terrace. It was indulgent, sensual and lethargic - it crushed. I forgot the time. The sunset was intense, a violent shock of color, like an e......Read the rest...

...Marvelous redheaded ballerina think she is petite I think her overconfidence is truly rather sweet Her tutu is a bit snug, but I find this endearing too. Grateful that I no longer feel I have to w......Read the rest...

...Tomorrow I’m eating fries, Marion, It gives me full of pep, Yellows, walleye, salty, I will eat hot fries. Tomorrow I’m eating fries, Marion, Belgians, sweet flamingos, Walloon girls, redhead......Read the rest...

..."Here comes trouble" some people said, just because his hair was red.. He saw he was different with his bright, red mane but knew on the inside he was likely the same.. Most days he just stood t......Read the rest...

... A redheaded pileated woodpecker hopped up a tree Barn swallows fly around me Doves were cooing down in the dale Other birds joined in, I even heard some quail.. ......Read the rest...

...It’s nice to have some holiday downtime and not be all go-go-go. I’ve even gotten in some Animal Crossing play. After 40 minutes of picking up weeds, Bianca, one of my villagers, told me she’d heard ......Read the rest...

...It is tea time in the treehouse There is a hedgehog entertaining a rat They hear some loud jackhammering Rat-a-tat-a-tat-tat-tat! Is that a redheaded woodpecker? Asks the hedgehog, mad. Don’t ......Read the rest...

... A redheaded stepchild, he lacked savoir faire; seems all that he did brought his parents despair. He made them some gingerbread, did so with flair. Just for spite, he included some bits ......Read the rest...

...I’m a ‘bar-back’, I stack, I pull up the crates, unpack and rack. I hump boxes of glasses in, then I hump them out again. I roll barrels into a hand-cranked elevator, then roll the empties into ......Read the rest...

...Kneeling in the median, crying, crying, what have I done? Oh the pain, the pain wishing the past was undone. I have no hope for my wretched life, now that I am alone. The horror of a dying man rev......Read the rest...

... The sun upon my face blinds me as my boat rocks gently through the rolling swells that lap against the hull. The sound of the droning engine mesmerizes my mind bringing a dreaminess to ......Read the rest...

...I carry a salty plate, hot and buttery, piled high with Summer’s best corn on the cob — kernels with a juicy crunch for a lucky towhead guest. Fresh milk and a boy’s best friend nearby.......Read the rest...

...I’m a ‘bar-back’, I stack, I pull up the crates, unpack and rack. I hump boxes of glasses in, then I hump them out again. I roll barrels into a hand-cranked elevator, then roll the empties into ......Read the rest...

...a redheaded ball of curiosity cute as a button eyes dancing with smiles he has a crush searching for his little one taller than he she with curly hair a room filled with happiness pia......Read the rest...