I gaze curiously as it oozes from beneath the skin,
This maroon liquid flows out, not in.
My fingers brush against the thick blood and
it smears, strikingly dark compared to white skin.
It leaves its cherry stain kiss where it has been.
So precious, so full of bitter metallic irony,
So fluid, so red, colorful on white.
So curious how it seems to absorb rather than reflect light.
It stands for murder, for love, for pain, for everythin’.
I am amazed how simple this formless beauty is.
Red is a bold, bright color,
enticing, seductive, dangerous.
It stands out against everything.
Blood is simply a complex beauty.
A contest entry
- Define Beauty. by FlaviusArrianus.
950 points, ended June 14, 17 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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i love this poem.. as morbid as it may sound i have always had a fascination with blood and have yet to come up with a poem to express exactly how i want to why its so.. fascinating.. but you seem to have covered it all... with very strong, expressive language! well done
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Yes. <3 This was the type of poem I was looking for, and I liked the write as well. <3 Beautiful.
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