Mahogany Poems - Poems about Mahogany

The smell of red roses riding the breeze He planted me a garden of flowers for me Under blue skies brown birds fly free River disguise a stony bed under feet So I admire the windmills soft whizz Dare I denim desire a long lost kiss Aiming much higher than rainbows You set fire of desire to mahogany soul...

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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...

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An absolute fantasy, a cure for reality; Mahogany and ebony; It seems to go on endlessly, a pirouette through eternity; Mahogany and ebony, the slant rhyme of each other’s poetry; Blood woven into the witching hour, magnetic when mixed together; Combustible chemistry, lethal poison leaks from drunken eyes; Center stage energy, it’s not possible to not be captivated; Mahogany and ebony; An absolute fantasy, a cure for...

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Someone needs your courageous white words Make mahogany efforts to be hazel heard It matters not if you have eccentric emerald style Long as you’ve got heart and that silver smile Enchanting encouraging ebony embraces Silhouette of love across fuchsia friendly faces...

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Oh my you are so majestic I enjoy your mind so impressive You’re simply beautiful bold black Loving your swag and all of that Deep dark energy Making me melt from within I can imagine saying your name Again and again like a sin But your charisma is like Poetry’s repent so Loving you could never Be wrong and that strong Gaze you...

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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 fix it so many times, But where it broke at first, it would break again, And so, my precious horse could...

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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 moon and in red heart The sight of you takes me away To another galaxy far loving place The sound of you is...

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It looked lost and lonely, Probably searching for its kind, Will hope aid it to find? Its home seems to have been invaded. The tree is bare and naked, It displays feeble boughs, It seeks solace from its ambience, An ailing credence. They stand beside each other, The former, the pride of an agile town,...

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Even with power of the red sun, She could not destroy anyone....

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In Our Hearts (Legacy) When we lay you, gently, in the most glorious mahogany box. And you are borne high on shoulders of six pallbearers. When we march, lazily, like a pack of starving school children, dressed in black robes and red eyes and pale faces. When we keep you at the mild mercy of new neighbours - rude maggots. And tuck...

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Stop Shedding and sowing Begin bracing for burning In land of melting Pots Was The crews parallax Of the trees Which conceives The lumberjack to Saw? Timber! Reviled But adored due to bark, Chopped down and chastised a log mark Famine yet fervid mouth of hell, “Rollways”, or “skidways”, dread logs dwell Bide for a springtime Deliver Evil And wicked “the drive”, a lake of fire. Falling hopeless unfettered into the mire Enduring faith downstream releases the...

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Do you ever stop to think that you're a bus? No I don't mean a vehicle that would go to toys r us I mean an actual bus Thats a representation of all of us They stop at red lights In spite Of fights Lonely nights A low kite A repetitive life Green light, go And that's the show...

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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...

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Looking at the scarp Of the mahogany cliff Cerulean tides Calm down the racing mind thoughts Offering a peaceful state 3-16-2016...

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Household Auction Saturday and Sunday Refreshments I must sell some family heirlooms from grandmothers attic, there are many items, jewelry, glass, lamps, and some furniture; but the most treasured item is a mahogany sideboard quite exquisite, beautifully carved, and ornate with dragons and scrolls and gorgeous feet. I noticed you arrived a half hour early and saw you wandering, many times you...

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