Mahogany Poems - Poems about Mahogany

...She gave it to me in nineteen eighty-five. It was a beautiful mahogany horse. Careless and clumsy, I dropped it on the floor. In a blow, its leg was broken by the force. I tried and failed to......Read the rest...

...My day began with mommy making beef patties all morning I helped cutting the veggies for the curry soup while sipping ginger beer I remembered the curry for her special curry goat we were p......Read the rest...

...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 s......Read the rest...

...Breathe Again Did I truly accumulate years of experience, or were they merely years of monotonous repetition? The echoes of my past reverberate, etching pain into the fabric of my love life and work......Read the rest...

...Sunflower power brown face Positive petals of hair in place Rosy spirit raspberry grin Intelligent fearless spirit white wins Never nagging nightingale Green stem dreams will not fail Tulip to......Read the rest...

...As Medusa walks in, shuts the door, caresses precision hand down the mahogany- and shows one what for. Senses in starbursts-cloudburst flavor crystals accenting- your bloom of predicate corpu......Read the rest...

...I thirst for you is that so strange Mouth gets dry when speak your name Lose all pride pink inside my brain Need you tonight to cure my insane I look for you like shooting star Around the mo......Read the rest...

...In your latter days you had a good life You sat under the mahogany tree near your hut Watching the village as they moved about with their duties. At night you were a storyteller Telling the peopl......Read the rest...

...Destiny beats kings queens like black drum Rising to the challenge hard for some Unknown forces of evil to overcome Mahogany strength comes from the son......Read the rest...

...“I’m reluctant to share my secret, but being we are the closest of friends, I will share my secret with you. But before I do I’m going to ask you to pinkie swear that you won’t tell anyone else .” Ma......Read the rest...

...Bechstein, Blüthner, Steinway or Fazioli, even an archaic Pianoforti, long had he craved to play them all. He was in love with their shape and sheen, their sweeping contours, their circuit bodies......Read the rest...

... in funeral air colourless grief bleeds like a memorial of ravens she sits alone on a stool in an empty bar - but the pianists plays ......Read the rest...

... She ventured limitless miles, creating for herself, beaucoup lifestyles. She cannot be locked in a sumptuous home, nor in your selfish heart. It's simply not her way! But you can find he......Read the rest...

...Alabaster streaks of warmth in its dewy first glow, tepidly stirring the senses, as my gaze roams to the trickle of ebony beads; in the distance, chimes of granular dustings, with fragran......Read the rest...

...Purple phone on the piano Red rings sing of missed rendezvous I’m sure it is my fuchsia fellow But what’s a cocoa girl to do I’m in love with music and neon notes Are so fun to tangerine disc......Read the rest...