The Bluest Red Poem by Unwritten Soul
The Bluest Red
Young blood paint my vein red,
All over my body is red,
But my heart is the most red,
Of all parts,
Blue is a molecule of my emotion
Guarding my sense of sanity
At every heart's valve
Will someone understand
If I say sometimes I'm feeling blue
Blue by the nostalgic senses
As time passes
Time didn't change my blood colour
My heart still the red-est part,
But I feel more blue,
Perhaps more second, minutes, hours, days, years passing by,
Stain my emotion deeper hue,
The calmness(blue) tame my fiery passion (red) ,
My love(red) is stronger than the coldness(blue) ,
Could be the reason of why
I witness the bluest red
And
Experience the red-est blue too.
The Happiest of Birthdays To You, Soul! So very happy that you wrote this passionate poem. Being in retirement, I can totally connect with this poem.
It's good to hear the auditory lighthouse beacon of your voice. As you say, the blood nearest the heart is pure red. No one could mistake such true-red, which is able to balance true-blue.
Awesome poem, I quote 'The calmness(blue) tame my fiery passion (red) , My love(red) is stronger than the coldness(blue) , Could be the reason of why I witness the bluest red And Experience the red-est blue too.'
3) Once again, welcome back! It is indeed great hearing from you again, Poetess Friend!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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2) I am keeping myself young and alive by continuing to write and/or edit every day. As you know, when you stimulate the mind, you strengthen the body.