Short Mahogany Poems
Short Mahogany Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mahogany by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mahogany by length and keyword.
Like mahogany,
I am no longer free
to create. Inch-by-inch
the square above steals fire -
now gold dust turns to vapour.
haiku
majestic
mahogany tree -
my old bed
04-29-2018
Contest: haiku - Trees - 3-5-3
Sponsor: Mick Talbot
Placement: 1st
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
Looking at the scarp
Of the mahogany cliff
Cerulean tides
Calm down the racing mind thoughts
Offering a peaceful state
3-16-2016
So many days,
So many moons
Have drifted down and by
still and calmly.
Like these
Forgotten kisses
Under the grey shade
Of Mahogany in
A summer day.
Haunting, oh so haunting,
Hanging --
On the wall over the chair;
Hanging --
Made of ‘hogany...
Mahogany with human hair;
A relic,
With an icy stare.
Unfolding your
Paper mache wings
Greeting this
Reddish brown
Mahogany wind
Yes, sweeping
These golden leaves,
Swirling you, again
Around this
Pink carousel
Ink
death rose
gothic mood
gallows bouquet
sweet scented aroma, grave companions
deep Mahogany, blood stains, velvet touch
doleful embers
charred petals
mournful
grief
aromatic and deep mahogany
decoction swirled with steam
a cupped nectar of rebirth
morning glimpses of heaven
first sip a remembrance
nuanced tincture
delicate demitasse
mmm...Mine
Amethyst beauty cheerful dainty elegant frilly girl
Holy intelligent joyful kind loving mahogany nice onyx plats quick replying simply truthful understanding virtuous with xenial youthful zest
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
Unmistaken and unread
Words, walk, wakeup
Past the mahogany dresser
And the ruffled feather bed
Behind the sunrise
Where love speaks red
Words, walk, makeup
She is a woman
Unmistaken and unwed
Form:
The dawn's quiet benediction
sanctifies the soft
drizzle
dripping through the canopy
of that majestic
mahogany,
unto my humbly bowed
head, quietly
anointing me!
sanguine arrangement next to a ruby glass candy bowl
geraniums crisp and ruffled, sitting on a mahogany desk
cherry wood vase with a scarlet plume next to crisp white paper
inspired to write my striped circus clown shoe poem
magenta magic
recently escaped eve's skies
darkening to plum
crows caw on the wing
as pink sun turns red-orange
day goes up in flames
mango berry crush
mahogany shadows move
gold clocks go tick tock
Of the earth,
Mahogany hue,
Simple plan,
Swathed
In morning dew.
Unadorned husk,
Natural beauty dwells,
Radiant spells,
As encroaching dusk,
Dawn’s a new day,
Appendages beat their first,
Luster and splendor burst
And true colors
Ascend.
DAYDREAM
Rainy April day
In the fog drenched leaves drooping
All nature asleep
It’s Sunday morning o’clock
Kitchen dry the coffee hot
An old hollow log
Mahogany in the wet
Lay in our backyard
My eyes hurry inside the gloom
Wonder wandering
DAYDREAM
Rainy April day
In the fog drenched leaves drooping
All nature asleep
It’s Sunday morning o’clock
Kitchen dry the coffee hot
An old hollow log
Mahogany in the wet
Lay in our backyard
My eyes hurry inside the gloom
Wonder wandering
Bonfires of autumn
Smoke blends with silver moonlight
softly shimmering
under mahogany skies
as crystal stars all sparkle
Colorful leaves flew
down yesterdays of our lives
on fresh, cold breezes
Hues December remembers
like pearl moon's recall of gold
WOOD-FOX, A SCULPTURE
The fox has drawn a circle
around herself. Deep-red
rich as mahogany. Who carved
these eyes so they etch
a silence in the room
as we go about our reading?
She inhabits a stillness
between the words, a quiet
that survives underneath.
someone asked me to define the peace of ethnicity
I am just a Mahogany child
of Babylon
sitting in my tree
my grandfather planted this tree
I am sitting in my grandfather's tree
eating a strawberry
reminiscing
that is what peace looks like to me
I am ethnicity.
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
Moew...
I wonder why
People use their bright black eyes
To glimpse the dim corner
Are they chief mourners?
If not...
why they keep crying on that mahogany desk?
Are they an actor of burlesque?
Or they only act as a deterrent
Human-being is so...
Difficult to understand
Raindrops fall from gray sky
As amethyst tears from brown eyes
Images tattoos on mahogany minds
Neon signs of division so unkind
Dear ones when death comes for you
Remember only love will embrace who
Others have cast away with hard hearts
Pray for faith and light despite dark
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