Best Deep Brown Poems
Missing Teeth
Authored by Chuck Keys
a rainbow walked into my room
pretty enough to bloom
pink and purple with smiling missing
teeth, happy as a butterfly cutely reminiscing
fulfilled deep brown eyes open wide sensitive
pensive and alert digesting the entirety of it all
innocently studying my face, yet with question
licking her lips, hungry in thought ...
reciprocal smiles signaling raceless acceptance
blind to doubt, hate, and experience of time
wanting to thirst willing to trust without rage
demanding more giving more deserving more
she stands proud filled with sugary sweetness
youthfully contrasting my many years
she calls me papa, i call her princess
missing teeth and all
Categories:
deep brown, friendship, life, love, ,
Form:
Free verse
Where black-necked cranes come to chat with me
In the company of wine and deep brown honey
Flowing from apple twigs in the heavenly valley
Of Bumthang , carved into the sublime Himalayas
By glacial melt and monsoon rains in collaboration
Giving rise to lovely landscapes offering relaxation
In Buddha’s silence, there lies my dream destination
To fill some vacuum in a week of my next vacation
In the north east of the Indian subcontinent where
Beautiful girls and Buddhist monks are very sincere
(Bum refers to girls and thang a flat piece of land)
Everywhere you will see Buddha’s lifted hand
In consonance with the land an ever demure voice
Of Buddhism says: go to the mystic blue and rejoice
Along the murmur of icy rivers and lakes everywhere
Pink rhododendrons exude fragrance in the fresh air
Flowers red, yellow, pink, white, lilac, green and blue
For our sore minds and thirsty psyche all these hues
In the shades of Pine and Oak monasteries as a nest
The imposing peaks descend here to take a little rest
Four charming valleys, Tang, Ura, Choekhor, Chumey
Will greet us in a smile on our trip to Bumthang valley
Morning is wakened here by blue-capped rock thrush
Beside the flapping flags the gurgling streamlets gush
Where Gross National Happiness instead of GDP
Determines economic progress of the society
Come, dear friend, to join me in the amazing journey
From the chains of self to a deep sense of infinity
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February 13, 2016
Categories:
deep brown, beautiful, beauty, change, imagery,
Form:
Verse
Last year,we bought a sunflower,
a cheery little fellow
it had such a deep brown heart,
and petals, sunny yellow,
It makes me smile to think of it,
because we didn't know,
that if you feed and water them,
well, they begin to grow!
now, I don't mean a little bit,
please, let me tell you why,
the last time that we measured,
it was twenty two feet high!!
alas, it could not take the strain,
and, with a sudden frost,
on a cold September morning,
It's fighting spirit lost,
Both I and my granddaughter
wept all that September,
for poor old "sunny sunflower"
a valued family member!
Categories:
deep brown, funnyme,
Form:
Light Verse
One final look,
one final glance
such deep brown eyes,
I'm in your trance.
Those full blush lips,
revealing that perfect smile.
I so need sleep,
but I think I'll dream awhile.
That radiant skin,
vibrant, glowing and flush.
An angel at my side,
so much more than a crush
As I close my weary eyes,
I know when I awake,
you'll be right there,
but first
one more look I'll take
Categories:
deep brown, love, romance,
Form:
Free verse
I noticed her limp immediately
when she sat next to me on the bench
in the park outside of the Prado.
I inquired about her deep brown eyes
behind her octagonal glasses
that looked sad and defeated.
“I was robbed here yesterday,
during siesta,” she said.
“Two men with knives
jumped out from the bushes.”
She was Finnish and her trip to Spain
had to be cut short
because of the incident.
For a moment, I wondered,
but that didn’t stop me from asking
her if I could buy her a cup of coffee.
Minna looked tall and slender
in black jeans and matching leather boots
and her hair billowed while she hobbled
as we walked to a nearby café.
We chatted about our countries
over coffee and chocolate;
I told her about Brooklyn and baseball
and she talked of a girl’s life in Helsinki.
When our cups were empty
we drank cold Spanish lagers
under the café’s awning
and we laughed and connected
and Minna seemed to forget about
the previous day’s terrible afternoon
with each cool sip.
I trusted her true and dusky eyes
and asked her if I could lend her some cash.
“You can mail me a check
when you get home,” I said,
but Minna shook her head.
“At least take some pesatas to get
you through the day,” I added.
I reached for my wallet,
but she touched my knee.
She smiled faintly and brushed her hair
out of her face.
“There is something you can do,” she said.
“I don’t want to leave Madrid
with a bad taste in my mouth.
Can you walk with me
past where I was robbed yesterday?”
My guard went up again and I thought,
for a shameful moment,
that this was part of her plan.
I reluctantly agreed to help Minna
exorcise the thievish bad vibes
and we walked back to the spot of the offense.
She held my hand and I half-expected
a knife-wielding duo
to spring from the shrubbery,
but there was nothing except
for the sleepy midday Spanish sun
poking itself through the canopy of trees.
“Do you feel better?” I asked
as we returned to the bench
in front of the Prado.
She didn’t say anything,
but held my hand tighter.
Categories:
deep brown, allegory, corruption, courage, culture,
Form:
Free verse
a small child
crouches
quiet
eyes taken
curious sight
brow creases
in question
it a new thing
these pink shapes
on earthy brown
face
fingers
backs of hands
throat
breasts
half covered
the same
familiar
patterned dress
she child
soft traces
them
on toes
tops of feet
calves
where flame's flowers
seared skin
pink thin
knees
knelt down
in plea
in prayer
kept brown
strange
new tattoos
alien
yet not unearthly
she
small
prods
lashless lids
pats
proud cheekbones
insistent
bows her head
dark hair
falls forward
silk waterfalls
stir shadows'
flit
over
sleeping face
eyes open
wide
fear drains
colour
then
warm
deep brown
they glow
for her
knowingly
Posted: 12-12-2018.
NOTE: No to Xenophobia.
Categories:
deep brown, child, community, humanity,
Form:
Alliteration
Oh, one day he'll look at me with
Eyes that leave me breathless...
Will they be blue or green like
The gleaming ocean depths,
Or a deep brown like the earth
After a refreshing, quenching rain?
Will they hold such enchantment
That mine will become transfixed
In their soft mesmerizing gaze?
Will I see into their sacred soul
When our eyes finally encounter
Each other's light reflecting orbs?
Surely my eyes will glisten with
Moist tears of joyful recognition
As my bashful eyelashes flutter
Like a butterfly's while winging.
I hope to dream of such soulful
Eyes, the kind that deftly hypnotize,
Eyes that dwell in tandem with
A special kindred, romantic heart.
© Connie Marcum Wong
July 8, 2017
Third place in The Eyes Have It Contest
Sponsored by Daniel Turner
The beautiful eyes in the photo are of the late actor of The Fast and Furious - Paul Walker. May he RIP.
Categories:
deep brown, beautiful, dream, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
not only a few times
had I sketched
the pattern of your smile
in every swaying leaf
in every waning moonlight
in every wandering clouds
blowing softly to the west
but I ,
I couldn't sketch
the pattern of the wonder
in your deep brown eyes
and the secret sigh
you gently cast away
when you asked me a question
and I answered with conviction
Rewritten this March 10, 2022
For "The Throwback Challenge Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg
Judged--N/A
Notes: This poem was one of my earliest poems written in 1994. Written during our " Partnership and Corporation Law" class. My professor was a perfect model for an oil-on-canvas portrait. But instead of sketching him, this poem was born and it was followed by some little poems which where published in our university publication," The Democrat".
Categories:
deep brown, art, crush,
Form:
Free verse
I fall into his deep brown eyes
my heart lost, my soul smitten
our love is an ocean
going on forever and evermore
A mere touch of his fingertips
leaves me breathless and throbbing
our love is spiritual
his kisses are so heavenly
I twine my hands in his hair
and trace his handsome face
our love is a fine wine
to sip slowly with growing passion
He is my everything, I love him
With an aching need hypnotic
our love needs no words
laying side by side for hours, gazing
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September 11, 2017
Free Verse/Our Eternal Love
Copyright Protected, ID 938776
Categories:
deep brown, love,
Form:
Free verse
She looks at you
With those deep brown eyes
Asking a silent question
Wanting no lies
Am I here to stay
Is this my home
No more to wonder
No more to roam
Her tummy is poorly
Didn't make the door
Her face is a picture
She had messed on the floor
Its ok girl
I try to re-assure
But she is frightened
Wont come through the door
Who would have beat her
Its not her fault
She is such a clean girl
Without any doubt.
So i made a fuss
Coaxed her back in
Told her dont worry
It isnt a sin
The door was locked
You couldnt get to the grass
So smile with those brown eyes
Your home at last.
Categories:
deep brown, pets,
Form:
Light Verse
I gave my heart to the one I thought was right for me, instead of the right one.
Enticed with the exquisiteness of her beauty as she laid in my arms, what I saw was a
pure vision of serenity.
I can still remember the sparkle in those deep brown earthen eyes, I remember every
second as her pupils widened with sensation, my eyes were wide with anticipation.
As the smoke from the fireplace dissipated and the cool sounds of the night filtered
through the room, it became clear that serenity was just an illusion as I tried to fathom
the thought that one day she would leave me.
I’ve conquered five milestones to eternity but for her love, I would destroy paradise.
Beauty is a cruel mistress.
Categories:
deep brown, introspection, lost love, love,
Form:
Romanticism
Orphaned footsteps round the old place.
Pitch black soil, packed deep with bartered
coin and Indian heads – wood and otherwise,
coat her worn leather shoes, Hutterite chic.
The long land screams within its own silence.
Prairie sage burns somewhere, a ghostly smudge
for the undulating grass and, those it serves.
Its alive scent makes the dead turn towards
its head - and the barely living turn to listen.
The impossibly endless horizon holds its bright
blue at bay, begging acknowledgement for
its self-professed being and looming enormity.
She looks at the broken window glass and
through the tattered, delicate gray lace. “Those
were hers.” She whispers to the one who listens.
This great-great-granddaughter sees the curtains
as they once were – wistful in the hot Manitoba
wind; fresh and lowing with the honest elemental
scent of aspens, hope and bare-knuckle wash boards;
always fresh; shifting in the cry for solace in summer
shadows – never as still as this moments endlessness.
Blowing through the deep brown of splintered pine
front doors; cracking the announcement of cast iron,
rot and burnt wood comes the simple statement of –
I lived. This mother of five young does not cry,
just yearns to walk in the old ones footsteps;
to know them loved; hear the birdsong through
unbroken bedroom windows for a 5am waking;
feel the resistance of dough on fingers that beg
to be broken, and kiss the twisting undead, living.
The burning of the noonday sun taps her whole,
marking; branding her pale Swedish skin its own.
The red sting of burnt breaks her inward silence,
welcoming her familiar face home.
© Kristin Reynolds 3 29 2009
*Reposted for John's Summer Celebration Contest. This is a personal celebration;
celebrating and honoring my great grandparents who settled in Manitoba after leaving
Sweden and Denmark. This celebrates the summer of family, at least for me. We went there
every summer until it was gone...
Categories:
deep brown, family, history, introspection, nature,
Form:
Lyric
In the twilight of the night,
shadows dramatically appear dancing
by refracting of lights off
of my massive muscular green body
A monster’s body acquired while saving a young friend
when an invention that I invented exploded
Weary of this madness, I live with,
I exhaust my brain to forge sanity
of the beast that takes hold of me
when the fire of my inner soul is released
Some consider me a superhero
others a mindless savage
I search the universe in hope for a cure
but there is none in sight for the near future
My troubled heart yearns to bath in your presence,
to caress you in my arms,
breathe deep to smell the essence of you,
to venture into your deep brown eyes,
kiss your soft, flawless face, and tender lips
My heart yearns for your tender love and
my salvation to become human once more
Nightmares of this giant green monster
greaves me,
just to think that a slave, I am
to it
© 5/19/2015
Contest Name: Comic Book Characters
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
deep brown, fantasy, universe,
Form:
Free verse
As one looks
Into her deep brown eyes
In which
Hold a priceless prize
Her hair is blonde
More dark than light
She is the kind of girl
For which one would fight
Still one can be mesmerized
Just by her sight
Knowing attraction to this girl
Is all right
Her personality is amazing
Her beauty is dazing
She will just make you
Go completely crazy
Categories:
deep brown, devotion, faith, life, love,
Form:
Rose Pink lips of sparkling dew.
Green eyes filled with love gazing at you
Ruby red, the blood surges through my heart
Blue, I am when we are apart.
Yellow that shimmers and shines as pure gold
White sheets where the lovers dance, or so I am told
Black is the chariot that brings me to you
While you gallop along with your armour of blue
Deep brown oh sweet nectar that energy revives
Drinking our fill together we strive
To dance the dance of true love with you
With rose pinks lips of sparkling dew.
© GG 11/08/2013
Contest Entry
Inspired by the last line in the Tanka, The face of Dawn by Harry J Horsman .
Categories:
deep brown, inspiration,
Form:
Light Verse