Colours of me my Richard Roberts
Green is for the grass
that moves beneath my feet.
Yellow is for the sun
that on my face does beat.
Blue is for the sky above
which morning with me greets.
White is for the stars above
that in the midnight shine.
Brown is for the rivers wide
in which the catfish hide.
Red is for the bicycles
on which my children ride.
Pink is for my daughter
the princess in our house.
Tan is for my son
the little ornery one.
Rose in all its beauty
is the color for my wife.
These colors all together
are the rainbow of my life.
A Lovely Poem named Red; by Wandering Muse
Red.
red, conveying love and death and hate and war-
mix with any other colour to make warmer;
too much and you have a bloody mess.
a drop and it is eye-catching, heart catching
sustained and it burns as a candle, as a naked flame.
Passion burns too
ignites you as a phoenix
who flies away from the ashes.
Embers are red
flickering
banked with a high hot heat,
it keeps itself warm as the night cools around it.
Vermilion
Scarlet
A name, a shoe, a face, a kiss
an action that marks you forever.
Red Rage was there when you swung the axe
and cleaved her head
her life seeping over your hands;
it was present, screaming, at your birth
and mine,
It will linger uneasily around you when you die.
Red is everything
or nothing
like us
a wavelength in the spectrum.
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