Red
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Sometimes I feel like chicken little
and no one else seems to see
that the sky is falling
and that I’m not strong enough to carry it.
Frantically fighting to get out of the way
carmine, garnet, crystal, ruby red
flowing out and running down to rest around my head
cardinal, cleret
alone, I can't bear it
as ashen metal clatters to the ground
bring forth the cadmium crown
blood and fire;
seeping from the cracks.
flooding with desire,
and blurry flashbacks.
bathe me in daylight,
so i can lick the flames.
your love burned too bright,
𝔜𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔞 𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔩𝔢
𝔉𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡
𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫
𝔄𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔴𝔢𝔭𝔱, 𝔣𝔬𝔯 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱
𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔢
𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔥 𝔰𝔬 𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫
Look up to the sky friends,
Can you see the coming end?
Red rock falling from the sky,
Hidden by flames, beautiful disguise.
Say your last prayer, beg for eternity;
The unlikelyhood no longer worries me.
fluffy flakes flutter and weave a blanket of white
as the butterflies in my stomach
flap their technicolor wings.
but the only color i feel
is a deep, melancholy blue
A nightmare
I feel like all my horniness molds into a super power, power ranger activation that shits crazy
She craves
Hot Cheetos ,Budlight ,Tacos de Lengua , Oreo Milkshake
A nightmare
I feel like all my horniness molds into a super power, power ranger activation that shits crazy
She craves
Hot Cheetos ,Budlight ,Tacos de Lengua , Oreo Milkshake
Power is my sword.
Grace is my ford.
And me not be a hoard.
I use to like my cable cord.
Now I carve wood art.
My palace is made out of form.
Nestled alongside my roost of books and blankets
I wonder where you have gone to
To the south perhaps? But it's already mid March and snow still continues to fall
Blood drips down the hands
of the Savior who is filled in body brands
He, who died for You
Is the one that is stoned until turned black and blue
I walked outside, thinking that everything was gonna be alright.
My eyes filled with pride, helping me through this joyride.
The trees are red, mixed with tints of orange and yellow.
What color red is she, I say.
Her fur so shining-smooth.
It bounces and rolls
like waves of water,
crashing as she runs through the night.
The ginger envelops the currant
Period.
Not the kind present
at the end of a sentence,
not the kind that
boldly sends a message.
But the secret kind.
It’s warmth from the fire,
Expanding, expanding, and expanding until I struggle to breathe
The color of my palpitating heart as it teethes,
Be it a single lumen or roaring bonfire, my feelings for him burn purple; Pink (love) + Blue (lust).
The red petals
Remind of blood
Which is
What they will draw
When someone
Dares to come
Too close
Beautiful souls
Always have
The sharpest thorns
To protect
Good morning
Light in the sky
Come to wake
My sleeping eyes
How are you
This day bright
Never did I
Know such might
Lipstick stains on a collar,Wine stains on her Sunday best,They teach it’s the blood of her LordSo she counts herself as blessed.
I tiptoed on the patio to keep my feet warm
I unfolded my book and began to read
Just as I spotted a red leaf in the tree
It's a metaphor, you see
That one little leaf
I tucked my knees into my chest
Dear Texas,
You warm my heart,
From you,
I found my start.
I love to see that red, white, and blue.
Bleeding onto pages
its heart has been pirced
An aversion to the spill
They say the felt feels
too loud to see
The crimson color
Makeing meanings unclear
Only blue or black
Red.
So Red.
That's what color you seeped out.
But please don't get me wrong, it's not
because that's the color of
love
and passion
No.
I've always loved the color red
It can be so intense
How one simple color can mean so many things
I've fucked with red as my lingerie
That was a good night
I've painted my nails red
Dear Red,
I see the madness in your eyes,
The insanity, the love.
It’s a not matter of the chicken or the egg,
But what came first?
Dear Red,
I see the madness in your eyes,
The insanity, the love.
It’s a not matter of the chicken or the egg,
But what came first?
Small man, rushing manAlways wanting to cross the streetPedestrians pass him by faster than falling sand.The red light has him beat.
On this day I wore red
A color so beautiful and bold
I did it to be ahead
And hopefully it will have him sold
He, however, wore blue
In Red is where my life is.
That large blaring red light that deserves a sound but doesn't have one.
I am swimming in this pool of red,
Unlike anyone I know.
My hands are coated in
CHARCOAL
The burn I got from
baking with my best friend is
RED
All that I can see is the image
of WHITE created from
the smashing and crashing of
endless BLUE.
Her face as red as her name
As she screamed
YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH HER!?
His blue eyes looked into hers
Baby, Baby no she is just green with envy of us
and our perfect purple baby
All you know is red.
The red that spills from your nose and enters your mouth,
reminding you what death tastes like.
The red that you dream of as it chokes you,
spitting at you that you are worthless.
Do you ever
Stop
To think of the characteristics
In a red rose flower?
Beautiful
Palette of reds
Silk Petals
Positive phototaxis
To the wondrous scent.
The color red is love, and passion.
But scarlet is razors and violent outbursts.
Maroon reminds me of my favorite sweatshirt
and the hair color of a boy I pursued in 6th grade.
At the sight of dawn
these angry vapors spawn
to spread their sadness
and cause us madness
only because they didn't ask for this
which is why they don't last too long
Little Red and the Wolf
Once upon a time
somewhere far, far in the woods
there lived a little Girl in Red
who was raised to be "good".
How good?
Very good.
Shafts of light shatter the morning skyBeyond the horizon, black clouds loom Juxtaposed seriously
The effervescence of dew shines underfootThe mellifluous patter of feet Working harmoniously
I cried tears of color
I cried tears of blue
I cried tears of red;
and the color ran through
I cried tears of color
each a different hue
I cried tears of dread
as my mind thought of you.
she still wears red.
it is no longer the color of her innocence,
the rosewine cloak of her youth,
but she still wears red.
red is lipstick the color of blood,
is painted fingernails,
She planted beautiful flowers All with different colors and different namesThey all had different needs non e were the sameShe took as much care of them as she could She watered them and loved them She always said they were ugly and they weren't g
so now I await
this awful fate
to drown in a flood
of innocent blood
to choke on reality
because it was too much for me
so now, I wait
for this awful fate
of a red tidal flood
The queen did love red,
and so red she wore.
There was red in her kitchen,
her bathroom, the floor.
She prized her red glasses
she always kept close,
for they made what she saw
Once upon a time
In a land of song and rhyme
Was a girl named Little Red
With a hood upon her head
Who traveled through the wood
Carrying all the cookies that she could
To Grandma’s comfy home
Today. Today I question myself
Who is in my life?
Who cares? and Who holds me back?
The answer awaits
You see, for me to ask that
I would need to understand myself
What do I want?
Bounded by Red, White, and Blue shackles
We stand one Nation, under God
In the unemployment line.
Thirteen Red stripes
Red, white, blue-the country in which I exist
Never questioned or realizing that something is amiss..
Born to a culture that screams being patriotic since before I was a kid.
Red
How lucky she may be, to be in love. He sits in front of the stop sign Inactive, senses numb. Fighting for a country, flag on his back Completely shunned. He, she, and the flag all stitched together by Non-existent wind.
Sweet Summer nights,
Spent with you by the lake at your side,
Your enigmatic smile,
Whose white teeth reflect against the dark night sky.
I have a cherry colored vendetta,
Here we go again
Watching the autumn leaves
Falling down like confentti into place
And I know you'll be long gone soon
And I'll try to be okay again
But I'm not fine yet at all
I was made in America.
My grandfather is a veteran.
My father black.
My mother white.
I am from a bloodline of freedom fighters.
I was packaged,
Everyone preaches the great Red, White, and Blue.
We've been raised to.
But why do we praise Red, White, and Blue?
Why is it something we so mindlessly do?
Hands over our hearts, we pledge to one nation,
How could skin so white—
Become so red with irritability—
How could a face so flush—
Be filled again with sensibility?
With adoration prescribed you—
And a melted chocolate heart—
Red is for the blood
Red for all those who’ve bled for freedom
White is for nothing
Nothing that anybody has done to ensure the freedom of all
Roses are red ,
Violets are blue
If you were my girlfriend then I'll do anything to stay with you.
The American Dream
By Ryan G. and Joseph G.
The nation I reside in holds a dream
To live a life of wealth and to prosper
Upon a time it first was bornFrom a wedding reception box with wrapping tornLetting light fall upon the newlyweds' giftSoon began to move the infant child's fists A red, roman numeral clock
Mi peca, Oh Lord
It's dragging me down
Filling me with pride
Drowning me in sorrow
Mi peca, Oh Lord
It's tearing me apart
Filling me with dread
Drowning me with tears
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I need Scholarship Money
Or else I'll end up in the streets with a 6 million dollar debt that not even the President can save me from.
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It's the color of fire
as it dances in the wind, alone.
It's the hue of her lips
as she leaves a trail on his neck,
like a sentence that will never be finished.
It's the color that rushes to your fingertips
The air licks the iron
Of soft crimson cotton.
The red that you bleed
gushes
With an ache of thunder
rolling through your veins.
When people see red, they think of love.
Every story told to us.
Snow White's red lips,
Prince Charming's kiss,
There's so much depth that people miss.
They think red roses, romance, passion.
I am red,like an ambitious flame,angry and risingand my voice echoesloudly,demanding to beheard over theendless whispers andincessant criesthat fill the void in my mind.I am fire,
Red.
Redder than your flushed cheeks.
Redder than the blood that pulsed through your veins.
Red.
Red.
Redder than your used lips.
Redder than the marks that were scattered across your neck.
What happens when a window becomes bare?
Deprived of lonely security-
Which normally was aided by dull, pitiful curtains,
Will it survive the prodding of light infiltration?
Heads roll, faces spinning before your eyes
Death to Louise the thirteenth,
They yell
Death to the Monarchy,
They chant
CHOP.
Brush strokes over a canvas,
Waves, like roads,
Like branches on a tree.
An old car, papers balanced on the dash,
The weaving highway a snake,
Glints on the horizon of sunset-red.
Have you ever wanted a friend so badly. A friend with a little gleam in their eyes. They talk to you and convince you that everything is ok.
Everyone has a different label for it
When you finally hit the breaking point
When you become so angered
You can't control it
My family refers to ours
As red
We call it red
Because that is all
E! was I Green
Someone painted me in Red
I lost my naturalness
Giving rise to artifice
I was posted
On a manmade web
Alterations had I gone threw
What is our innate reason for our existence?
Has it always been burning bright -
Brighter than the fiery red that fills the sky
In an instantaneous sunrise?
In some cases, our core has flowed more intensely
I didn't laugh when they laughed.I didn't speak when they spoke.I didn't smile when they smiled.I didn't break when they broke.
I'm swimming in red today.Don't mind me,Don't let me cause you delay,In your daily comings and goings.
My mother and I walked around outside before her death.
She smelled of industrial waste.
But I tell myself she smelled like flowers, anyways.
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Red is that feeling in your chest when you dip her so low that her hair brushes the floor, slightly. Red is her lips when she pulls you in for another kiss. Red is all you can see when you come in and find her in the arms of another.
Roses are red
violets are blue
this poem isn't original
it's not intended too
Violets are blue
roses are red
keep reading on
but only in your head
roses are red
Your hair may look a little dumb,
When did you last pick up a comb?
However, if that's just your style,
It's no reason for exile.
When will you stop all that fear,
His eyes grew black with skin so dark
He ran in the rain, screaming at his dog
But little did he notice an old woman standing by
He looked at her for a second, she began to cry
Red lips licked
As loose locks
Cup curve of hips
Red wine sips
Glass rim sings,
Touch of fingertips
I was made like this;
created by a higher power, who took much of her or his time
to make sure she or he got all of this right.
Color me blind and show me the world
You want the money the cars and the girls
But I want the rage that comes with the passion
The infinity that comes from the intimacy
As we create sweet symphony
The world was spinning, or maybe it wasn't, maybe it was all just in the young woman's imagination
The color of her face when you lean in for a kiss
The color of those divine lips
The color of your face when you hold her hand
A Cardinal Sings
With soft red wings
Such happy things
Underneath the shade of a tree
Right now he only sings to me!
Truth, or lies?
Beautiful eyes
Hide the pain.
Scars and marks,
In the dark
Is her world.
Dripping red,
The girl is dead,
And yet she cries.
So he got there this morning, saw no one, just her bed.
Which was curiously red. So he called up the detective,
"Listen here," he said. She's missing, nowhere to be found.
What's the color red?
It's not the color of the hair on my hair,
Nor the color of the sheets on my bed,
NO.
Mine was Red
I used to tremble thinking that that was it
I could tell a mile away just looking at it.
But I knew it wasn’t
I want to start off by saying its hard being a
Colored Girly-Girl
People have no idea
Unless you are one,
Then you know my pain
Merging onto streets.
We flood as an aid to those in need.
We see the pain, cries, and pleas.
Freedom is so everlasting.
There is a certain
Kind of feeling which cannot be
Explained—
Like the feeling when it rains, or
When someone you love
Dies—one which goes
Beyond words, beyond expression.
Feelings which can
Little girl, dressed in white
Sleeping in her room so tight
Unaware of what is wrong
As the world moves forward on
Until one day, a dorr gaped wide
Where walls before had stood with pride.
The darkness outside shines in through the lining of windows
The humid air smells of hard work
The quick flash of a cell phone, a camera
Lighting up the merry faces of battle-worm winners.
Cut me open
Run dry my veins
What do you see?
Red
For fire
For passion
For anger and betrayal
For revenge
Action
Survival
Power
Rebellion
I seethe with it.
The Red Queen
wanted red roses.
The roses were whte,
so the cards painted them red.
Red roses
a common symbol of love.
I paint roses everyday
for you.
They aren't red,
They think that I’m redThe kind of crimson that comes from loud mouths and smart remarksThe scarlet of sarcasm that stems from quick witFrom quips that taste like fire and sound like flame
The color you feel when the sun grazes your face
The color you feel when your mother kisses you on the cheek
The color you felt when your father left you
The color you felt when your uncle wrapped his arms around you
Look Up
And see the
big
red
building
spreading out in front of you
like a horizon
begging you
to reach out
and touch it.
Home.
And you stand
And I lay my head on my soft pillow. Silence.Inhale, exhale. I focus on my breath.When my thoughts run off to a distant memory
A red paper crane
Blown by the wind
Beats its wings lustfully
In the night.
Erratic, it skips
Over torn scraps
Of filthy newspaper
On the street.
Under dim neon,
Dear little, red, scarf,
I made you.
I spent minutes,
That turned into hours.
Hours, that turned into days,
Creating you,
Making you,
Knitting you.
I dream of bleeding in front of your eyes,
But I must compromise.
I'm dying to overdose from the red that once covered the bed,
Now only in my head,
Slowly becoming a whiter shade of pale as my heart beats,
Green is the color of envy
Red is the color of love
Blue is the color of freedom
While yellow is the color of fun
Black is an evil color
White is always good
Grey is the color in between
Red, Red is the color of the blood in my body
Red is the color of my love
my love for you is impeccable
its unimaginable my love for you is
Red.
Red is the color of all that is right all that is perfect
mocking laughter
from all corners
surrounding
suffocating
strangling my ears
that burn
with embarassment;
flooding my face
with fire.
now,
I am Red.
Crush.
Eyes met.
Smiles are stolen.
Her laugh is adored.
They fnally build the courage.
They talk and make a date.
Then on that date night they kiss.
A single date then turns into many moments.
She loved you,
Couldn't you see?
From left to right,
Her heart was set on you.
I write in awe,
But thankful I am.
You were what once filled her heart,
But now I am what love means to her.
Red is what I look
No color can express me
Blue is what I feel
Combine all three I am finally Free
red means
blood
red means
tension
red means
anger
red means
blood boiling in one's eyes
red means
rage
red also
The petals of a flower
Glow softest red in hue,
Below thorns pierce the hand.
Blood is rosy too.
The sole of the shoe is burnt brown
The body of it is crushed red
These shoes pound the ground
Running away, looking ahead
My hair is red,
I want to go to bed,
I have not yet been fed,
So I will keep my eyes wide open
So I can eat my tacos and
Then I will sleep until I must be awake
My last recollection of seeing a black butterfly was not long ago.
I remember it was on a particular flower.
I remember it was on a red flower that had just bud after sun rise.
I once had a friend
She liked to play house
She liked the color red
I gave her a present
When she had to go
I drew a picture
Drawn in crayon
It was her favorite color
This is my first time putting my stuff out there. Wrote this when i was 14- 15. thanks.
red rose, red rose, oh what, do you say?
For alas and alack... He took my life away.
Wait Blue Beloved, I want to tell you, let’s snuggle forever, and stay with me in bed sweetheartTimes will seem too hard to bear and I will feel like life is giving up on me
Drain my skin with hands that plunge into my flesh.
Ruby drops streaming down my arms, my legs, my chin.
Sliding and mixing with salty sweat and tears.
You may think you have me cornered
But I am beyond your borders
You think I like being stalked?
Yes I do admit
I am sick of your shit
The mhment I knew you were coming
I never thought I’d amount to much,
Not to my parents, not to my family,
Not to any of the people who cared.
Life had no purpose, no meaning,
Into the maw of hare and fear,
Drawing you ever near.
Many will enter and few will leave,
but those who do, lose all sanity.
The maw holds a presance,
Of which you would never believe.
Red is when your true love gives you a bundle of glistening roses,
When your heart thumps uncontrolably,
Until you can't breath,
Can't think,
Until you know he is yours forever.
I dream of filling pages, but I never seem to have the words. I dream of being clever, to make people turn their heads and whisper, "how did she do that?"I want to leave them awestruck.
Leave me
As the stinking flesh melts off the body of its unfortunate host.
Rain falls upon your dripping locks.
Blood pools around your sodden feet;
Or is it rain?
No one knows.
My grave is not marked.
Stained
Laying on the cold war floor
I’ve bleed red, white, and blue
For you?
Can this be true?
America
I salute you
I chose to fight for you till’ kingdom come
Empty hands
Empty phase
Lonely place.
Shuddering loose.
Ends ravel back, twisting trunks
Forty stains,
Grape seeds.
Whispered gold, precious wrought.
Luscious lied.
Sitting on a stained dock
Amidst the four winds
Is the figure of a woman.
Have you seen her before?
Her dark locks lifeless
As her body sits frozen.
Her white dress stained
With red.
Red anger swallowing me whole.
Boiling broiling bubbling over my emotions like the crash of a tsunami wave.
Its pulse fast and driving pushing me forward;
it itself hotter than a furnace, the blue flame
A million times I’ve told you before
Not to travel alone at dark
It’s impossible to even the score
For there’s a beast within the park
It’s eating the livestock
It’s eating your kin
Wait Blue Beloved, I want to tell you, let’s snuggle forever, and stay with me in bed sweetheart
Times will seem too hard to bear and I will feel like life is giving up on me
All I ever wanted was to be beautiful.
Like new mothers,
like flickering candles in dark rooms
like flowers pressed into books
like new shoes...
her garden flourished
flowers of every kind
in every color imaginable
she took good care of her garden
kept the weeds away
never let any thorns grow
What is this white cap I wear
That makes everyone stare,
When I can down the green crown
Of liberty to set everyone free?
Red, the color of passion
Red, the color of hate
Red, the color of pure blood
Red, the color of a curse
Outcasted by the world,
His body is my hearse
A simple color that is red,
Can stand for many things,
It can be the color of a dress,
It can be your little brother’s hair.
It can be your favorite lipstick that you always wear,
