Red Love

An assignment for English class; we had to write a lyric poem.

Dripping, dropping;

flowing through our veins.

Flipping, flopping;

growing in our hearts.

Deep and dangerous,

It's left on the knife.

Deep and dangerous,

It's part of our life.

Running, flooding,

as red as a winter nose.

Stunning, budding,

as red as a summer rose.

Dark and sticky;

Red is our blood.

Hard and tricky;

Red is our love.

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

Red. A good colour, an apt description.
I think you might have meant through, not threw, but poetic license is entirely yours.

[Anna Blackburn]

Oh my, thank you haha. I cannot believe that I just noticed that!!

[Lyn Anderson]

Easy to miss. We usually correct our own mistakes that is why another eye is better.:)

[Anna Blackburn]

Yess, it is!

[Matt Sayer]

The colour of love and the colour of pain. An apt comparison between the substance providing life, and the feeling compelling it. Lovely imagery throughout. Well done! :)

[Anna Blackburn]

That you I really appreciate your comment.

[Anna Blackburn]

Thank* you

[SEO]

I really like the imagery use and it flows very well. At times the images and feelings provoked are disconcerting which I feel was your goal and it works vey well. I don't know but for some reason, probably because of the way this poem flows, but I see a red river twisting and curving. Beautifully done!

[Anna Blackburn]

Thank you so much for reviewing and for your praise.