Red
Red is the colour
of your lips, after a raspberry fizzy drink.
Red is the
colour, giving you a warning.
Red is the taste
of a fresh, nice, delicious strawberry bursting in your mouth.
Red is the feeling
of urgency.
Red is the sound
of a ferrari’s engine, rumbling loudly.
Red is the taste
of juicy watermelon flesh.
Red is the sound
of a loud alarm screaming in your ears.
Red is the taste
of a ripe, red apple.
Red is the smell
of a beautiful rose.
Red is the smell
of McDonalds, wafting in your nose.
Red looks like a
raging bull, charging at a big, bold red cloak.
Red looks like
blood, dribbling down your grazed knee.
i like you're poem about red.
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