Red - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The poppy meadow seemed to reflect the sunset above, the reds and oranges spilled across the darkening sky like blotted vivid inks.
It was the color of blood, but not the vivid red of the freshly spilled, but more the browning red of old blood.
The poppies swayed like flames fanned by the breeze, flashing their brilliant reds to the sun, burning up the afternoon in their radiant glow.
Fiery, sizzling hot, flaming red, scorching hot red, scarlet, bold red, maroon, sunset red, holly berry red.
It’s the anger rushing through your mind. It’s the smashing of glass and watching the shards draw warm blood from your cracked skin. It’s the feeling of her warm lips kissing your cheek after your date. It’s the warmth in her cheeks as she smiles at the ground after you called her beautiful. It’s the dry pain in your eyes in the morning after crying yourself to sleep. It’s the empowerment and heartbreak of passion and love and the feeling of the never ending warmth of a blazing fire.
Her eyes reflected my image in tones between the blaze of passion and the femininity that sometimes overflowed.