They Call me Red

6/19/2012

They Call Me Red

Friends, here is a little poem I prepared for one of my writing classes.  We had to pick a color and then describe it.  So here goes and I hope you enjoy:

 

They call me Red and I blush with pride

I’m a primary color, I’ve nothing to hide

I am fiery hot and passionate too

I’m the color of love in most people’s view

You call me anger

And yes I confess

That when your blood boils

I’m not at my best

Yet other times

I can be mellow and rich

Smooth just like the wine you bring to your lips

I’m crimson or scarlet when I fly in a rage

Luckily this doesn’t happen to me every day

I’m bold and intense, the color of flames

But I can be gentle, just look at a rose

I hate to brag but I must confess

The color red is simply the best