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littleredridinghood Poems

9 poems about littleredridinghood

littleredridinghood is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 9 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees littleredridinghood in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.

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The Hood

Little Red A Peculiar girl The Wolf A Monstrous Me The Woods No place for little girls I was there when she first wandered in The time she met me The Big Bad A smile so innocent A heart so…

by Njari123👁 4Read →

Grandmother Dearest

Grandmother dearest, Do you remember when mother died? Your only daughter yet you never cried. It’s quite suspicious, Her manner of death, How it was so vicious. Grandmother dearest, Do you think…

by AbigailCaudell👁 3Read →

The Great Big Mistake

Everyone knows how fast the story of the winner spreads, how history is remade and shaped to fit the view of the victors. That law of society is not an exception to the tale of Little Red Riding…

by CheyP👁 3Read →

Little Red

Once there was a little girl Whose cloak flowed down in red Carrying for her grandmother Soups and fresh baked bread ‘Fore she left her mother's house As onward sang the crow Her mother said, “My…

by Irving V. Lebron👁 3Read →

Eat or Be Eaten

Once upon a... NO! That's not how they always go. "Slaughter and feast!" This was the code I grew by, "Be the beast!" Why should I? Try as I might, I felt beaten, After all, the world is eat or be…

by SaulBalcarcelRead →

Wolf-Calling

The girl walks home, alone at night. Her red hood is pulled over her ears, to cover any howls she might hear. She is greeted by unfriendly wolves on the street, not the kind you bring home for mama…

by sara.thompson👁 4Read →

Wolf-Calling

The girl walks home, alone at night. Her red hood is pulled over her ears, to cover any howls she might hear. She is greeted by unfriendly wolves on the street, not the kind you bring home for mama…

by sara.thompson👁 1Read →

The Road Less Traveled

Little Red Riding Hood walked through the thickened wood, traveling to her grandma's house not really thinking about a spouse, low and behold she caught someone's eye, but it really wasn't her…

by 29gecatlin👁 1Read →

The Red of My Black Roots

I was always jealous of her clothing. Not because of what she wore, But due to the magic in her protective red . Her pale complexion Simplified what protection was in my eyes as my mother told me her…

by joshuawyatt2018👁 7Read →