“Red” by Rachel L.

“Red”

Red is the color of glamour, beauty, and happiness,
It’s the twinkle in a lover’s eye,
The scales on the wing of a monarch,
Of ruby red and light violet streaks in the sky.

There are red tulips and red smiles,
Life feels red, loving,
bursting at the seams,
Smiles make my life red,
and blooming flowers surround
my emotions and add their spice to my world.

Red should not be bitter, deceiving, and terrifying,
But exuberant,
vivacious
and
unable to be conquered.

Red feels like a warm bug
or a room full of laughing friends,
Or a sunny day that never dims.

Red should feel like Cloud Nine,
But it also looks like dew on a ripe cherry,
A lipstick smudge on a napkin,
A shiny pair of red stilettos,
Red should feel carefree
and omnipotent.

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“Red” by Lauren S.

“Red”

Red is the color of hate
A blade held down
By a broken heart
Because the words of another
They could not bear
Upon their weary shoulders

Red is the color of raspberries and our flag
Raspberries feel like
Summer days running wild
With friends
But the flag speaks
Of blood shed
And sorrows born
Because the hate of another
Spilled over our own

Roses should be beautiful
Filled with love
And a symbol of grace
Not wilted and black
With hate and abuse
Lying dying and torn
Like a bleeding heart

Red feels like anger, sorrow, and loss
Red is rage
Hatred
Towards a brother
Or a crimson river flowing,
Sorrow created
At the expense
Of a lover

Red should feel like trust and love
But it smells like
Rain falling down
Sounds like
Cries floating on the wind
Tastes like
Darkness
and
Death.

Copyright © 2007, Lauren S.  No part of this work may be reproduced without permission.  Contact Mrs. Hamilton for permission to reproduce this document.