Best Brown Poems
Walk with me,
Don't...SHOOT,
cuz I don't wanna die young,
I wanna grow old and have
a daughter or a son, or maybe both,
to live a full life is my hope,
but the bullets in your gun
are a noose around my throat.
Don't....SHOOT,
I promise you I wanna LIVE,
I wanna show the world everything I have to give
and it's a lot, and yea I might smoke a little pot,
but so did Bill Clinton and HE didn't get shot.
Don't....SHOOT,
I got plans for my future,
that don't include a cop saying
stop and let me shoot ya
Don't....SHOOT,
my hands are clearly in the air
I start school next week and I just wanna
make it there.
But you..... SHOT,
and let me die in the streets,
now my people want answers
NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE!
There are times you have no choice
To infinite unity, the tide comes as determined
You are part of the earth, the sun, the moon, the wind and the rain
I do not care who you are, I drink of the other fountain
Your jaws tighten your smile gets glued
Leeches bite to suck blood on your skin, by their own greed
// Act like a man of flesh and blood
Your card must be played, an ace or a joker
Ace has a higher value and joker is a substitute,
but this is not poker //
An obsession that wins over common sense
The power of judgment disappears a power higher than yourself
Use your energy to get out of the dark abyss
He stamps his brown paper bag and makes his choice
Open a bottle of vodka, alcohol's embrace
26.09.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Poem of the Day; 28.09.2017
He was skipping along, swinging his arms and laughing
At what I don't know.
His grandmother, lagging a few steps behind, was laughing at him I suppose.
And I thought to myself, she loves him, she does,
This Beautiful Brown Eyed Boy.
He stopped when he got to the corner and waited for me to turn right.
A smile crossed his lips,
As he waved at me - at me and my shabby old car.
And when I had passed him, he started to prance quite merrily on his way.
This Beautiful Brown Eyed Boy.
The confidence of youth flowed joyfully through him,
Just looking at him made me smile.
And you know what I did? I pulled to the curb and parked my silly old car.
I watched for a while as he started to run and then charge on out of sight.
This Beautiful Brown Eyed Boy.
How old he was then, I'm really not sure, Maybe five, maybe six,
Not yet Seven.
But ageless his quest to embrace this life whatever might come his way.
A sadness crept into my heart just then for I knew life would never be fair to
This Beautiful Brown Eyed Boy.
It will be harder for him to be special. The color of his skin will not help.
I wish I could be there
To tell him be careful, stay safe in this white man's domain.
But maybe the people he'll meet in his life will let him be just who he is
This Beautiful Brown Eyed Boy.
One winter’s day we walked in snow
as twilight kissed the sky.
And though it was so long ago
I still try not to cry.
I think about the way that you looked;
that image of you I hold
inside my mind until this day -
Those brown eyes flecked with gold. . .
Your brown eyes flecked with gold
so warmed my heart
I never could have thought
we’d ever part.
How I pray that you
still think of me
anywhere that you,
my love, might be.
Upon your face I wish
once more to gaze -
To see your eyes that shine
like summer days!
I’ll recall when times grow cold
how I felt that day we strolled,
and I never can forget
your brown eyes flecked with gold.
First posted 4/20/16
For John Hamilton's Write a love song Poetry Contest
Based on the song "The Shadow of Your Smile"
LYrics (as sung by Tony Bennet:
One day we walked along the sand
One day in early spring
You held a piper in your hand
To mend its broken wing
Now I'll remember many a day
And many a lonely mile
The echo of a piper's song
The shadow of a smile
The shadow of your smile
When you are gone
Will color all my dreams
And light the dawn
Look into my eyes
My love and see
All the lovely things
You are to me
Our wistful little star
Was far too high
A teardrop kissed your lips
And so did I
Now when I remember spring
All the joy that love can bring
I will be remembering
The shadow of your smile
big strong furry brown
fishing for salmon with paws~
prancing through flowers
Date Written: 4/12/2022
3 Place
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Wild Animal Haiku Poetry Contest Haiku poetry form only. Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
it comes in rapid progression
parting reality with subtle lisps. brown eyes
a forest floor of fern
ever changing with the seasons
(a smile, a smirk)
preying hands collapsing
across sable skin too soft to wear. desire
wanting nothing more than
a moment prescribed as birds fly northeast
( a touch as noticeable)
just a sidewalk untraveled. saturated
by the wishful wisp of morning
softness of dew fingertips, thrust of a pulse
wanting nothing more than to be inhaled
(breath chasing the calm)
sensation measuring the lazy waltz
of the second hand,
time calculating reflections. frozen
in the simplest seldom fleeting look
(walking while talking)
our embrace mimic the trees
arm in arm--stride in stride
you have become myself. scent
of winter chanting a glance mirrored by deflection
(welcome the bundle of fire)
twisting our words imitating sounds
nearby vultures at a feast. carnivores
circling our mouths with no purpose
wanting to say what we know
(speechless sleep)
awkward postures resembling
Greek gods bathing in spilled nectar. measurement
of mathematical equations
melding together thoughts through
(a passing glimpse)
Lost loves remembered from pages turned brown
They read like letters from scattered debris
I tear them from love's book to be thrown down
To build their funeral pyre for me
These yesterdays I have folded in time
To cast in the flames where memories cry
Colored smoke floats upon the air to climb
I can see them rise in an endless sky
They leave worthless emotions of fool's gold
With its dung rich charcoal and flames which weep
These timeless memories will burn until cold
Then fade into ashes so I can sleep
Thrown in the blazing flames of yesterday
I watch each love lost, burn slowly away
5/8/21
All the nuts fell to the ground
The sane ones on branches hang
Long line from many countries
My family tree
Rudolph paled because his nose turned brown
He couldn’t smile so he wore a frown
Santa wiped a tear from the reindeer’s eye
He hated to see poor Rudolph cry
Santa sprinkled on some Christmas dust
The nose is now red not a dark shade of rust
So look out of your window on Christmas night
You will see Rudolph’s red nose shining bright
Jan Allison
6th December 2014
There it is blowing in the wind
having no control of its own
the wind which you cannot see
controls it as fully as it's blown
That little old brown paper bag
tells a picture of life so mundane
we live here getting blown all around
knocked about leaving one many a stain
It's really so vulnerable like us all
so light easily prone to many a tear
in days before plastic, brown bags were all
nothing else for it and it's not too dear
There we are just like them so
but we're tough able to persevere
so next time you use one of them
remind yourself that's me so very clear
The seasons change with time,
picture mother nature
as a fashion designer
who can't make up her mind.
Talking to the trees:
Ok, everyone, everyone,
fashions for fall.
Green is no longer in,
let's try red.
yellow.
and brown.
Oh, never mind
let everything
fall to the ground.
I know!
Why don't I let you trees go bare?
you’re not bashful,
it’s not like you need underwear.
Brown Sands
Sift through our hands
As we walk
This ever shifting beach
Sun risin'
On the red horizon
Nearly within our striding reach
Footprints measure
A mortal treasure
That is ours for a brief time
Between our toes
A mystery unfolds
Of rich Brown Sands so fine
Brown Sands
Will we understand
All that brought us to this place?
It seems
This oasis of dreams
Is either mirage or saving grace
On the dunes
Are written hidden runes
Of what is ours for a brief time
Within our souls
A mystery unfolds
Of rich Brown Sands so fine
Brown water today
Soil, rocks color stain you
Cleansing comes soon
They call this condition, September blind.
Secret eyes peek from silky autumn-brown.
On lifting wisps of wind, her scent does find --
A head adorned with thorny, lovelorn crown.
In the warming wet; in our blissful smiles;
On banana-bikes; on mossy-rock shores --
Our union dropped by circumstantial trials
That divide one love into distant doors.
In space-time loops I will search forever --
And, once again, until that plain I find.
From nebulous clouds to Heaven's lever.
I sense her ... so near -- but, I cannot bind!
In-between two 'verses she lives and dies.
How does one cross those parallel skies?
September 1, 2016
English Sonnet 3 - Poetry Contest
There lived once a banjo boy
A blue-sky eyed banjo boy
who played his banjo every night.
There lived once a brown eyed girl
with her skin so smooth and fair
who sang always by his side
A duet they were, with music to share
and young love upon their mind.
All the crowd gathered
to their tunes they cheered
with a message to the world.
Eves could be so warm
when the banjo-boy
placed his fingers on each chord
Days could be so bright
with the girl's soft voice
like the sun 's solacing light.
What a bliss on earth
Lifted spirits heard
and gestures ever kind.
There lived once a banjo boy
a blue-sky eyed banjo boy
who played banjo every night
There lived once a brown -eyed girl
with her skin so smooth and fair
who sang always by his side.
Just a light -lyric fun poem... :)
PS- Inspired by a comment on my Guitar Boy's poem
where Someone :) Suggested Banjo music is better than guitar's.
So to all music and Banjo fans..A little scribble ...that rolled on my mind.