by Karen Jones |
Categories:
angst, anxiety, appreciation, art, depression, poetry,
I tried to fly without white wings
I cried inside with soul dying
Broken spirit broken dreams
Can you hear it my black heart screams
I was asleep and yet awake
Nightmares so deep they escape
The well in me the hell in me
Tormented spirits keep jailing me
I hide my heart in my shoe
Like it is money or gold’s fool
I walk around limping in pain
For I hate sun and love the rain
For sun makes clear all shadows
I’d disappear like a haunted ghost
Ever so near to holy hope
Depression is weird like me you know
Glassy eyes from teal tears fried
My heart broken my insides tied
Into burnt knots of mahogany
Lost in thought my glassy wings
by Kate Davies |
Categories:
desire, feelings, longing, love, metaphor, sorrow, symbolism,
Those wide mahogany eyes,
I cannot help but cling to,
like goosegrass clings on,
too dear, may I hang out here?
just for a little while longer,
you know it’s freezing outside,
and I already seem to miss,
the crescent of your smile.
by Karen Jones |
Categories:
appreciation, love, poetry,
Paint me with your purple passion
Give me a red reasons to ration
My soul food hot and old fashioned
Melting like butter won’t be lasting
In my heart love isn’t lacking
Let lips spark body thrashing
True love is art no one acting
Sending to stars like ship casting
Despite dark emotions blasting
Somber days replaced so happy
Peach pray to be lavender laughing
Seen and esteemed Nubian nappy
Turquoise times accepted gladly
Mahogany mind fermented madly
Brain farts produce art so sappy
Your love I trust not fasting
by Latisha Mcdougall |
Categories:
africa, black african american, deep, happy, i love you, longing, love,
Come take a ride on my ebony thighs;
Sink deep into my intoxicating velvet walls
Envision black, brown, skin soaking up the moonlight
Touch my lips, with kisses, hard and full of passion
Embrace the beauty, lust, love-taste the forbidden, this is ecstasy
As the moonlight wraps around our soft mahogany flesh
As my lips blaze a trail from to your harden manly flesh
I want to make you quiver, shake, and moan
I want to take you to the edge of ecstasy, have you drink of my femininity and experience this love -dark mahogany
by Mariana Pavlich |
Categories:
family, love, nostalgia, passion, social, autumn,
Tall terrace housebow-fronted windows
Opulescent green lined walls silk paper
18th century French marquetry pattern
Glowing dressing table walnut veneer
Smoked salmon kisses heart on sleeve
That color does become her kitchen
A glimpse of yellowing autumn trees
Stately home ancient lake full of fish
Pot of coffee polished mahogany table.
Beautifully raised gaze. .Private moment .
enormously enjoyed each others comp
Ushered out....gates slid quietly together
delicate cabriole legs. oyster satin fabric
Loin of pork , leg of lamb , frozen cake.
by Lara Wash |
Categories:
love, music, romance,
I like a good chase in a scene
To me that’s everything
The plot
Has to be hot
And the actors
Must know their places their spot
The music in a movie creates the
Entire vibe
It’s what brings the movie
Alive
The wardrobe is of utmost importance
It’s the love of a movie, the romance
That heightens the performance
The wardrobe the cast wore in Dynasty, Mahogany
And even Harlem Nights
Was sugar to my eyes and kept me
Mesmerized
Making a movie is similar to a construction site
It must be built
Like Grandmas quilts
It’s more than
Camera, lights and action
It must leave its Buffs with total
Satisfaction
by Anonomus Scorpio |
Categories:
love,
Set smoke, so sweet, so delicate
Something fuliginous, so intricate
Ocher bronze is all that I can see
You're beautiful, a dime to me
Spheres of the purist maple syrup
Sums them up; affectionately
Flowing through my heart, forever over my soul
Suspensions of golden medallions, never to control
Carob or chocolate cold never be
Subbed; for your lens looking at me
Caliginous, foreboding, but never forbidden
Like a chestnut mare; not broken, or ridden
My devotion is firmly planted, in your Earthly visions
You absolutely slay me with your warm decisions
Whimsical; they are made of fine mahogany
Eye's like yours set all apart; yet set me free
by James Kelley |
Categories:
abuse, addiction, drink, imagery, life, metaphor,
The dreary chattel of self-preservation
blinks slowly under a roof of delusion;
a vacancy sign laced with the angst
of neon's persuasion.
Everyone leans a little too far,
toward a mahogany mantle;
suffering the harsh taste of
tomorrow's guilt.
But tonight,
they are free.
Tonight they pour
their love into frosted
glass,
and drown.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
by Michael Coy |
Categories:
love,
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun.
Her skin's mahogany, not regal white.
She slaps on paints and fillers by the ton,
and has the dress sense of an anchorite.
Fastidious? Only in her brand of beer.
Brash burger joints are where she likes to dine.
She'd rather look at Fonzie than Vermeer:
thinks maybe vampires dwell in Wittgenstein.
It's Oprah Winfrey over Orson Welles,
and Justin Bieber beats Thelonius Monk:
she'll read "Hello!" before the Book of Kells,
and Chateau Margaux's just for getting drunk.
A fiery, funny, perky popinjay?
I wouldn't have her any other way.
by Xavier Keough |
Categories:
life, mother, nature,
Unmistaken and unread
Words, walk, wakeup
Past the mahogany dresser
And the ruffled feather bed
Behind the sunrise
Where love speaks red
Words, walk, makeup
She is a woman
Unmistaken and unwed
by Beryl A. Ouma |
Categories:
black love, blessing, confusion, cute love, inspirational love, love, marriage,
The evening warm blaze
Deep amber and magenta sky
Stood two souls on a cliff
Beneath mahogany
Below them, endless
Glory of their triumphs
On his chest comfort found her
As he whispers softly
“From me, life will you find.”
She lifted her eyes and in that moment
She couldn’t agree more
For she reciprocated gave
Him hers, she gave it absolute
A promise that was well sealed
With kiss of purple passion.
by Jan Allison |
Categories:
age, remember, sea,
THE SALTY SEA DOG
My late uncle spent many years at sea
I can still recall every single line on his aging face
His weather beaten skin
had a patina built up from exposure to the elements,
it reminded me of tanned dark mahogany leather
Those piercing blue eyes, still as bright as the sunshine
would hold my gaze as he told me tales of his adventures
He passed away many years ago
but he instilled in me a love and respect for the sea
which remains to this very day
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by Gershon Wolf |
Categories:
color, destiny, fate, romantic love,
Breathtaking blue her sparkling eyes
Rapturous red her ruby lips
Passionate pink her soft, tender cheeks
Luscious lavender the skirt 'round her hips
Torrid turquoise her manicured nails
Palatial purple the tiara 'cross her forehead
Eminent emerald gleam her toes' pedicure
Winsome white the silk sheets on her bed
Lovers knock on majestic mahogany doors
Heavenly hopes swelling their heathen hearts
As she raises or lowers her scarlet-red scepter
Whole kingdoms elevate---or tumble sadly apart
by Jennie Cooper |
Categories:
guitar, music, song,
A beauty, she stands by the fireplace.
An hourglass shape encased in cedar
and mahogany Spanish taste
and I love her dearly.
Three decades of teary play on
strings that sting the skin and
burn yet still, I yearn for the taste of
melodious bass and treble chase.
Golden her face.
Her tone consoling, my soul performing
her inner grace, laid bare for all who will listen.
Placed or misplaced, in earnest
I christen her tone in song.
by Cynthia Alvez |
Categories:
life, love,
This is my brown poem,
A sepia, mahogany, tan poem,
Coffe colored with cream poem,
A dark chocolate, caramel colored peom.
A sweet tooth, got to have you white chocolate poem.
Golden brown, sassy brown...a hot fudge sundae syrup
Dripping poem.
Hershey kisses chocolate, tongue tickling, teasing poem.
Spine tingling
Shivering
Shimmering
Brown poem.
Writing a brown poem with my pink pen,
With love in the middle,
Yeah, with love in the middle.
Cynthia
by Doris Culverhouse |
Categories:
husbandlonging, love,
Listening to your breathing, longing for your touch
Paying off in magnolia fragrant blooms
Large white puffy clouds, clear blue floating alive in the sea of sky
Forever is visible here, forever is believable
The breath of God, and flutter of his angel's wings
Reach up to heaven, touch the moon and lasso the vastness
Wooded cover visible in your mahogany eyes, sparkle like stars
Ripples of toned muscles, greet my stolen touch
Steal a look, hold a hand every chance, to love and be loved
You are my love, my life, my expectation of tomorrow
You are my only husband
God bless you Love in 2010 and forward!
Tracy your Christmas gift inspired this poem idea.
by Subhas Chandra Chakra |
Categories:
beautiful, desire, how i feel, moon, muse, summer, true love,
So many days,
So many moons
Have drifted down and by
still and calmly.
Like these
Forgotten kisses
Under the grey shade
Of Mahogany in
A summer day.
by Jan Oskar Hansen |
Categories:
lost love,
The Last Dance.
They had been dancing to the tunes of a juke box,
now it was dawn and they were alone except for
the barman who was asleep leaning his head on
his folded arms on the mahogany counter.
Soon the sun would break through followed by
the day and they had to face the dreaded future.
Both were married but not to each other, were their
love strong enough to survive the glare of the day?
They didn’t know the answer, just one more dance.
Hell will come tomorrow with its heartache and loss,
but not yet. My god, let this moment last forever.
by Karen Jones |
Categories:
angst, art, poetry,
My pen rights my sins
I can admit my faults
Time and time again
Writing finds me when lost
That’s the fun of it
To lose myself in my pages
If dark then find me lit
By the enchanting words and phrases
I’m embarrassed to admit
Often I don’t think at all
Pink pen seems to vomit
And journal catches it raw
You can read my mahogany mind
Running rabid in the nighttime
Perhaps the best time to create
And escape the world and fate
Music is poetry with sound
Universal is it language like love
Turning smiles from frowns
Perhaps creating turquoise trust
So when I’m at a loss
At my wits end as they say
Music or poetry a toss
To come whisk me to safe place
by Amy Green |
Categories:
love
The greatest day wasn't when
I threw caution (and tradition)
to the wind
And asked for your matrimony
From an 8,000 mile journey.
It began with the first glimpse
into those eyes of mahogany
I knew from that moment
We were meant for eternity.
O- my muse,
We are of the blessed few
Who find each other time and again
Ageless
Lifetime to lifetime-
Our love will perpetually remain.
A. Green
by Karen Jones |
Categories:
art, beauty, black love, how i feel, red,
Red roses revealing
Onyx love’s healing
Mahogany skin blends
Amethyst heart within
Natural beauty parade
Those thighs brown eyes face
Images of your neon love
Creating heaven can’t get enough
by Karen Jones |
Categories:
black african american, blue, god, poetry,
Overcast days You are golden sun
Shining blue truth on everyone
We all have merit cranberry challenge
Your word will create a blackberry balance
Make mahogany me over with your green grace
Let the power of holy love shine in my brown face
Despite your beginnings, caste, class, or nationality
May your heart be blessed in excess with tranquility
by Nya Marsh |
Categories:
black african american, uplifting,
Deep mahogany
Honey brown
Creamy hazel
Hershey dark
Smooth caramel
No doubt,
Black is beautiful.
Full big lips
Passionate dazing eyes
The most unique swagger
No doubt,
Black is beautiful.
Strong accents
Strong men
Strong women
Real love
No doubt about it,
Black is beautiful.
R&b
Jazz
Hip hop
Reggae
No doubt,
Black is beautiful
The things on our bodies doesn’t make
Black beautiful
Or neither does the shade of black either
It’s the soul deep inside that enhances the color
And that’s what makes black
So beautiful
by Anonomus Scorpio |
Categories:
bridal shower, cute love, first love, inspirational love, love, lust, romantic love,
Your brown eyes remind me of Mahogany beams
Able to support my requests and fulfill all my dreams
When I look into your soft brown eyes, there like stable earth
Filled with all the beauty, strength, and riches, your love is worth
Those brown eyes like chestnut horses gate
Wild, untamed, and free is your natural state
Sweet brown eyes that make me feel like I was kissed by the sun
Heated, warm, sensual with unwavering compassion
They are brown like the color of coal before a diamond is formed
Uncut, beautiful, just like the hour glass they adorn
by Probir Gupta |
Categories:
emotions, imagery,
A lovely swing love laid
Under the cool mahogany shade
Pink jacaranda stood with glee
Breeze visited from tidal sea
Excited arms swayed silken hope
Freely because of no rope
Like the grazing golden deer
A story of resplendent air
Waiting with a restless ear
Lilting sounds from your hair
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