Friday, March 6, 2009

Anger is red,
It sounds like death on the streets,
It tastes like blood dripping from a dead body,
It smells like manure on a village farm,
Anger feels like a funeral as a child just lay’s there.


Dani

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

I like the last sentence you wrote. It puts a lot more weight on the subject and shows what it seems like.

Anthony

Anonymous said...

I enjoyed this poem a lot. It is kind of like the way anger is to me. I agree what anthony said about the last line because it also tells you maybe what caused your anger.




- Aubrianna (1)

Anonymous said...

That sad to read because somewhere in the world this is or already happened . I like this a lot and the feels behind it are strong. I hope life is going well and you are happy and smiling.

Mark

Anonymous said...

I'm speechless really. I though you put SO much power in this! Everything you said was so powerful! Especially the last line. As soon as i read it my heart dropped. Wow.

-Kesha :)

Anonymous said...

once agian this is a good poem and i can tell that you put alot of feeling behind it and you took some time writing it

Anonymous said...

I like how you explained anger with colors and words. My favorite line was Anger is Red.