Best Poems About / On RED
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BEAUTIFUL RED RIVER
I grabbed a knife,
My friend did keep.
Slashed my wrist,
Through skin so deep.
Blood began to flow,
So fast and free.
Looked like Red Rain,
Falling on my knee.
I watched it fall,
As if in a trance.
The Blood Red Drops,
Seemed to dance.
Down my hand,
and across the floor.
Plop, Plop, faster, faster
more and more.
Everthing looks,
so Red and Bright.
Now the Day,
looks like night.
I smiled,
in sudden Glee.
A Beautiful Red River,
was flowing in front of me.
Now all is peaceful,
for me at last.
I have forgotten,
my sad, sad past.
Beautiful Red River,
I look at you and see.
The one who came,
and set me free.
By: MissMarry - 2001 - (All rights reserved)
Mary Lou
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The Management of Grief
pick up a book,
put it down.
pick up a book,
put it down.
go outside.
sit in the red chair.
get up from the red chair.
sit in the grass.
pick the grass.
eat the grass.
throw the grass away,
sit on the steps.
pick up a rock.
scratch a circle
on a step
with the rock.
put the rock down.
sit in the red chair.
kick the red chair.
eat the red chair, eat the book.
Mary Frances Farrow
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