Red has so many meanings,
It can convey so many feelings.
Passion,
Romance,
Love,
Lust,
Dangerous,
Sweet,
Spicy,
Roses,
Kindness,
Festivity,
Homely,
Aggressive,
But there is no red like that of anger,
Like that of raging red.
A beautiful but dangerous combination
Of feelings that are fueled by hate,
Endorsed by ignorance,
Recommended by emotion,
Strongly suggested by hormones,
And condemned by society.
That's right, raging red can't be used.
It's too violent, too vigorous.
It's not right to show the most
Powerful, primal,
Feeling that is raging red.
We have grown scared of it,
Because raging red is blood red.
Raging red stains the other colors quickly.
It's toxic,
Not like green,
No, it leaks like an uncontrollable,
Watercolor blob across a page of colors.
And it is sinister,
Because we have made it so.
Uncontrollable raging red is scary,
Controlled raging red is not blood red,
It is a berry red,
But the filter on our eyes exaggerated it all,
The filter of the information fed to us,
With a silver spoon,
Is exaggerated,
So in this age,
This world,
This area,
And to these people,
Raging red is blood red.
YOU ARE READING
Raging Red is Blood Red
PoesíaPoems about anger. People should not be afraid to feel anger, so I tried to write some poems that are relatable and others that are just downright dark, for my own enjoyment. I hope you enjoy it too.
