Mahogany Poems - Poems about Mahogany

Thursday

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

Romantic

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

Mahogany And Ebony

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

SMILES

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

Mahogany Mystery

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

Mahogany Horse

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

Show and Tell

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

The Antelope and the Mahogany Tree

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,

Mahogany

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

In Our Hearts: Legacy

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

Mishandled Mahogany

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

School Bus Mahogany

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

Mahogany 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

Mahogany Cliff

Looking at the scarp
Of the mahogany cliff
Cerulean tides
Calm down the racing mind thoughts
Offering a peaceful state













3-16-2016

The Mahogany Sideboard

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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