A Tender Reprieve
I am naïve about relationships and kisses,
About the dreams that weave themselves
Around a fragile heart,
And I do not know how to protect
Myself from love.
Emotional before photographs of you,
I break like pottery to see you smile,
I crumble like autumn leaves
In a child’s hand
To remember your shimmering brown hair
And the perfection of your neck
That someone else touches.
And I have also lingered lost in thought
About the lighter brown hair of another girl
Who captivated me for a moment, but less excruciatingly:
I nearly fell in love with your best friend
To merely hear her speak your name;
No one will ever understand how much
Those lovely vowels and consonants mean to me.
I need to be granted a tender reprieve
From the languishing agony of not seeing you,
To be set free from the prison of sunless days
Where perfume no longer lingers upon a pillow,
Where flowers fail to form beautiful bouquets
Because I don’t know the way to bring them to you.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Leaves That Are Green
I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song
I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long
Time hurries on
And the leaves that are green turn to brown
And they wither in the wind
And they crumble in your hand
Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl
I held her close but she faded in the night
Like a poem I meant to write
And the leaves that are green turn to brown
And they wither in the wind
And they crumble in your hand
I threw a pebble in a brook
And watched the ripple run away
And they never made a sound
And the leaves that are green turn to brown
And they wither in the wind
And they crumble in your hand
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
That's all there is
And the leaves that are green turn to brown
And they wither in the wind
And they crumble in your hand
song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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Hair-Soft and Gorgeous
The soft, shiny, honey-blonde coloured
mass of loveliness cascades
and tumbles down your graceful neck
and curvy shoulders
and flies beautifully in the
late autumn wind.
Each glorious silky curl and wave
enveloping your cheeks and eyelashes,
the memory of you brushing it- gently
touching easing the tresses down, down
your back is pleasing to you.
Three years from now, a transformation-
a perfume of lavendar and roses
caresses your longer waist length locks:
I wish I had a part in this aroma-by dipping her hair in oils,
by putting a garland of meadow flowers upon your crowning glory.
I wrote this poem for a woman I met in a shop in Macclesfield, England, (where I live,) in the autumn of 2009.She had lovely below shoulder length brown hair with large curls.If there are any women out there who would like me to write a poem about their hair and have it washed and brushed for free please provide a detailed description of your hair to me at [email protected]
(Macclesfield November 2nd 2009)
poem by Richard Muirhead
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Pillow
Your words
fell softly
On my pillow.
I hear them.
Like a bell
Far out to sea.
Nobody
Can console a weeping willow.
Or a caged bird
Yearning to be free.
Your tears
Fell softly
On my pillow.
I feel them.
Like summer rain
Upon my tongue.
As God
Spins cotton candy clouds
That billow.
I look for morning star
Where dreams once clung.
On my pillow
I can still smell your hair.
And your perfume
Like sweet flowers
Everywhere.
I can touch you
As my soul
Can feel a tune.
Love in the shadows
Still silhouetted
By the moon.
On my pillow
I see stardust
Glint of jade.
Sweet remnants
Of the promises we made.
When the magic flew,
Moonbeams
Were left behind.
On my pillow
Bathed in blue.
You kiss my mind.
poem by Kevin East
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Beautiful Leaves Of Autumn
Lovely memories of the Autumn
Appears once again in life
With yellow, brown, red and green
Leaves of life that scattered and survived
When bitter sweet nostalgic story of life
With shadow and shine appears
And spreads its beauty and its grace
Under which the long path of life disappears
Disappears under the joyful burden
And loads of the beautiful fallen leaves
That dance all around and sing with smiles
The lovely song of Autumn brief
For God has made this lovely season
A source of love, peace and cheer
In which we get another chance
To shed the burden of pain's layer
And this is the magical and pretty season
In which we can joyously gather sunshine
And enjoy lovely breeze that blows all around
And call it the gift and bliss of divine
For the lovely dry leaves of Autumn bring
Beautiful colors like the blooming Spring
Where red, yellow, brown and green is seen
With God's grace and love and beauty's ring.
**Inspired By the beautiful changing colors of the Autumn in Cape Breton, Canada.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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__________Autumn Leaves And A Cruel Breeze___________
Daddy pays for all the jewelry dangling from her neck,
Her beauty allows her everything she can get,
Pride stands between her and the girl she use to be,
She looks in the mirror enjoying what she sees,
A feeling of invincibility glows like a sphere,
Every girl wishes they can be her,
A dream she lives in without care,
Without foreseeing this nightmare...
Autumn leaves falling to the ground,
Cruel breezes are holding her down,
Innocence is clearly not an option on this day,
A beautiful scene turns to black and gray,
Autumn leaves crashing down,
The smell of shame lingers around...
Walking in a different way,
Head held low this feeling of prey,
Just a touch makes her feel in danger,
Whether from a friend or from a stranger,
She seems so distant so unaware,
Of the people around her and the way they stare,
Not the same no longer daddy's little girl,
Just a girl alone living in fear...
Autumn leaves falling to the ground,
Cruel breezes are holding her down,
Innocence is clearly not an option on this day,
A beautiful scene turns to black and gray,
Autumn leaves crashing down,
The smell of shame lingers around...
Twisting and turning unable to sleep,
The screaming and clawing keeps her awake,
Lonely nights dreams she couldn't keep,
Forced to the bed and mouth covered with tape,
Smell of disease she cannot escape,
Escape from the room,
Escape from the rape...
Autumn leaves falling to the ground,
Cruel breezes are holding her down,
Innocence is clearly not an option on this day,
A beautiful scene turns to black and gray,
Autumn leaves crashing down,
The smell of shame lingers around...
Just a perfect girl in a perfect world,
Blaming herself for looking so good,
A temptation lasts like a flower,
She lost it all the night he had the power...
poem by Poetic Crisis
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Barta
Wide solemn eyes that question me,
Wee hand that pats my head—
Where only two have stroked before,
And both of them are dead.
‘Ah, poo-ah Daddy mine,’ she says,
With wondrous sympathy—
Oh, baby girl, you don’t know how
You break the heart in me!
Let friends and kinsfolk work their worst,
And the world say what it will,
Your baby arms go round my neck—
I’m your own Daddy still!
And you kiss me and I kiss you,
Fresh kisses frank and free—
Ah, baby girl, you don’t know how
You break the heart in me!
I dreamed when I was good that when
The snow showed in my hair,
A household angel in her teens
Would flit about my chair,
To comfort me as I grew old;
But that shall never be—
Ah, baby girl, you don’t know how
You break the heart in me!
But one shall love me while I live
And soothe my troubled head,
And never hear an unkind word
Of me when I am dead.
Her eyes shall light to hear my name
Howe’er disgraced it be—
Ah, baby girl, you don’t know how
You help the heart in me!
poem by Henry Lawson
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The One I'm Searching For
He is out there..my lost love..but, where?
My lost love is tall and big with large hands and brown hair and brown eyes..
My lost love is Italian decent or maybe he is Irish as myself. But, American born and raised.
My lost love is Leo or Scorpion..he's wild and hot blooded.
My lost love makes me lose my temper and lights me on fire...and makes up to me in the same moment.
My lost love knows me inside and out the second he see's me and look's at me I lose control.
I know not where he is...i search and look in each face.
My lost love will find me when I am not looking.. this I feel inside my heart.
Find me.. I am here.. waiting for you my lost love.
poem by Teri Bronte
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when the muse calls... for O. Ray who knows and understands and for Kay
when the muse calls
cut your hair
get the bleach
assume another identity
start smoking if you don't
quit if you do
drink so you don't hear her
when the muse calls
get a change of address kit
get an unlisted number
find a girl who will break your heart
mutter and ramble to yourself
while walking the streets
when the muse calls
read Zane Gray novels
listen to talk radio
watch CNN
hit your hand with a hammer
fall down stairs
DO IT DO IT NOW! !
because
if you don't
you will think of her
waves of hair
her smile
her eyes
and her laughter
you will want to write beautiful poems
you will want to get to know her
you will want to be in love
you will want to smile
and
you will smile
the smile of the damned
then you will truly be alone
and the loneliness will be to much to bear
and you will be like Samson
who'd lost his hair
blind and crying
and you will pull the temples down
over yourself.
poem by R. James Sterzinger
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Beautiful Autumn
Beautiful autumn
Before night's winter fall
Slowly with its strum
In frosty nights call
The dreams of darkish play
From evenings in the night
Each winter’s icily play
In lost longing's flight
Beautiful yellow red
Leaves of the falling decay
Each peeling blossom bed
That gives the night its day
Their garden going to brown
When life is in its sleep
Like evening in winters gown
In tinctures not to keep
Beautiful dreams going
Flowing the last of autumn
With all its golden glowing
And drowning of river’s hum
The dreams of the cloudy sky
In days of the fallen leaves
Questions to ask for why
The world is of smile and greaves
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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I'll remember
I'll remember you
Your smile
Your laughter
And your brown eyes
Your smile was the most beautiful smile I've ever saw
It's hotter than fire
It's prettier than me
Your smile was a sun to me
You smile to welcome me
And to let me know that you loved me
Your smile was charming and calm
No matter how others' smiles are beautiful
As long as it's not yours, it's not special.
Your laughter was the most fantastic music I ever heard
The gentle melody with cheerful and soft harmony
I was glad I could listen to it everyday
Your laughter was a medicine to all the scars in my heart
When you laughed, I laughed
All the burdens, sadness, and angriness flowed away as I laughed
Your laughter was much more special than any other laughter.
I'll remember your brown eyes
Your brown eyes always looks into mine and says 3 wonderful words
I love you
I love to look at your eyes
I could see the reflection of me, only me
And it's so warm and sweet
Warmer and sweeter than drinking hot chocolate in winter
Your laughter always remain inside my heart forever.
I'll remember you
Your smile
Your laughter
And your brown eyes
No matter how pretty and beautiful other people's smile, laughter, and eyes are, if they're not yours than they're no special.
I want to thank you for everything
Thank you for always being there and my hero
And thank you for being with me and loving me
I'll remember you.
Boys Of Summer
Nobody on the road
nobody on the beach.
I feel it in the air
the summer's out of reach.
Empty lake
empty streets
the sun goes down alone.
I'm drivin' by your house
Though I know you're not home.
I can see you
Your brown skin shinin in the sun
You got your hair combed back
and your sunglasses on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you
will still be strong
after the boys of
summer have gone
I never will forget those nights
I wonder if it was a dream.
Remember how you made me crazy?
Remember how I made you scream?
Now I don't understand
what happened to our love,
But baby when i get you back
I'm gonna show you what I'm made of
I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
I see you walkin' real slow
and you're smilin' at everyone
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
after the boys of
summer have gone
Out on the road today
I saw a black flag sticker on a Cadillac
A little voice inside my head said,
"Don't look back.
You can never look back."
I thought I knew what love was,
What did I know?
Those days are gone forever
I should just let them go but,
I can see you
Your brown skin shinin in the sun
You got that top pulled down
and that radio on baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
after the boys of
summer have gone
I can see you
Your brown skin shinin in the sun
You got that hair slicked back and
those Wayfarers on, baby
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
after the boys of
summer have gone
song performed by by Ataris
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The Boys Of Summer
Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer's out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets
The sun goes down alone
I'm drivin' by your house
Though I know you're not at home
But I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
I never will forget those nights
I wonder if it was a dream
Remember how you made me crazy?
Remember how I made you scream
Now I don't understand what happened to our love
But baby, when I get you back
I'm gonna show you what I'm made of
I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
I see you walkin' real slow and you're smilin' at everyone
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
Out on the road today, I saw a BLACK FLAG sticker on a Cadillac
A little voice Inside my head said, "Don't look back. You can never look back."
I thought I knew what love was
What did I know?
Those days are gone forever
I should just let them go but-
I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got that top pulled down and that radio on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got that hair slicked back and those Wayfarers on, baby
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
song performed by by Ataris
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Sweet Chilean Brown!
In her presence
There was the usual 'I love you' sentence
And if I have to make reference
What I felt for her was without pretense
Getting together again was a mutual decision
Kissing and love-making was a daily exhibition
I remember when we lay in front of the television
Speaking about individual and collective visions
Sweet Chilean Brown!
Gone is my number one fan
Sweet Chilean Brown!
Yes! Yes! She took off and ran
Sweet Chilean Brown!
Yes! Yes! She ran off with another man!
Years ago there were those signs
That stated she will never be mine
But I opened the same door
I ought to have locked before
The beginning of madness
While my story ends with sadness
What is it about love?
What is it about her?
Or what is it about me
That makes me think I can set myself free?
In a world full of rules and numerous fools
I should have just allowed her fantasy to be
For love is what you feel in-depth and physically see
Sweet Chilean Brown!
I think of her without a frown
Sweet Chilean Brown!
Call me a clown wearing a cloudy gown
Sweet Chilean Brown!
Yes! Yes! Twice she wore my crown!
Why did she bother to get in touch?
Telling me she loved me so much
So many years had come and gone
But she still knew how to turn me on
As the past enveloped to a present of fun
Today I sit absorbed in my fairy tale
Reading and thinking over our old emails
The smell of her hair still lingers near
Her poetic writing is ever so enlightening
Her smile regularly captivates me for a while
Is love forever?
Or is love disguised as very clever?
Can you love again someone from your past?
And will that kind of love really, really last
Sweet Chilean Brown!
Gone is my number one fan
Sweet Chilean Brown!
Yes! Yes! She took off and ran
Sweet Chilean Brown!
Yes! Yes! She ran off with another man!
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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When I See Autumn
I see autumn in dancing leaves.
I see autumn in words of poets.
I listen the breeze of autumn in your heart beat.
Which touches my heart when I hug you softly.
I fly in autumn higher and higher.
With a zig zag flow the more I get lighter.
I taste the fruits gifted by trees.
Celebrating and sharing the blessings of autumn.
If you search me please do it soon.
I may get lost in the bushes of autumn.
I get green and green with orange purple flowers.
When the leaves all around me give me the showers.
I dance with the chanting sparrows.
I forget all of my sorrows.
I get lost, lost and lost in the arms of God.
I become numb and dumb when I see autumn.
This poem I write in response of Seema Choudhary's poem 'Beauty of Autumn' and I give her the credit.
poem by Ramesh Kavdia
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Remember Me Please
If one day you ever care to see me
remember me remember me
please…
remember my eyes
when you see some one suffering from love and all they do is cry
remember my lips, when you take the sweetest sip
remember my words my love every day
like in the mornings when you hear the doves sing so gay
remember my smile
exactly like a 8 year old child smiles
remember my body
when you hug your pillow to whisper you love me
remember me when I use to travel every inch of your body
remember me when I fell in your heart and you found me
remember that your lips where all I ever wanted to drink
remember that your eyes where all I ever wanted to see
next to you the only place I wanted to be
remember me please....
when I begged you so you wouldn’t leave
remember when I was inside of your heart
and nothing in this world could break us apart
remember
remember me
please…
poem by Raymond Valadez
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Boys Of Summer
Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer's out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets
The sun goes down alone
I'm drivin' by your house
Though I know you're not at home
But I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
I never will forget those nights
I wonder if it was a dream
Remember how you made me crazy?
Remember how I made you scream
Now I don't understand what happened to our love
But babe, I'm gonna get you back
I'm gonna show you what I'm made of
I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
I see you walkin' real slow and you're smilin' at everyone
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
Out on the road today, I saw a DEADHEAD sticker on a Cadillac
A little voice Inside my head said, "Don't look back. You can never look back."
I thought I knew what love was
What did I know?
Those days are gone forever
I should just let them go but-
I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got that top pulled down and that radio on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got that hair slicked back and those Wayfarers on, baby
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
song performed by by Don Henley
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A Lifetime Of Loving You
Many years ago our feet did dance
To Chuck, Roy, Elvis and Jerry Lee
Magical nights filled with romance
High School sweethearts, fancy free
My racing heart true love expressed
Every day/night, I wanted only you
Kissed your lips, brown hair caressed
Knew all the while my loins subdue...
Lest we bring forth a twist of fate
Forever change events foreseen
Force future dreams to deviate
Compel fragile hearts demean
Alas, in stark truth and retrospect
We tried too hard to heart protect
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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The Same Lovely Misery
Poetry is not my friend,
It is only sad images of disappointment,
A desolate history
I don’t want to believe.
But still, I have more tears
For a lingering obsession
That has already left
A thousand handkerchiefs wet
With prayers and regrets.
Through scattered verse,
I have called you perfect
And invited the world
To fall in love with you.
I have tried to describe
Your shimmering brown hair
Caressing your Goddess-like shoulders,
A mythical tall girl
Towering in my dreams.
I have swum in the tranquil pools
Of your seductively sad eyes,
And I have not lied
About what they did to me,
I was spellbound and mesmerized.
You inspired a desperate search
For poetic words;
I wanted lines of thought and rhyme
To offer sacrificial compliments
At the altar of the beautiful one
Swirling through my imagination.
You breathe in my poetry
Like a Mediterranean breeze,
I cried and called you Aphrodite,
Now I’m certain that you’re Daphne,
Forever running away from me.
Other women are minutely alive in memories,
Vague footnotes to my poetry,
I can’t remember what they mean to me,
I’m not sure they exist,
But you remain, even in the silence
Of the long months of disappearance.
I hope the man holding your hand
Comprehends what he is doing,
That his mind is racing desperately
With feverish thoughts for your happiness,
That he is forever in floral shops
Seeking out enchanting and exotic bouquets for you,
Bargaining with a chorus of angels
To sing your name in a mystical mantra.
If he fails and loses you,
He may become a lonely poet, too,
Describing every meticulous movement of his desire,
Seeing you in every feminine shadow
Dancing in his grieving mind.
Erica, I will not write of you again,
I’ll let my thoughts all blend into the universal,
Write my praises to returning spring birds,
Find flowery words for summery parks,
Protect my despairing heart
For the loneliness of hurting children.
But if you ever speak a word to me,
The same flood waters of this poetry
Will drown my soul again
With the same lovely misery.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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A Brown Study
LET them sing of their primrose and cowslip,
Their daffodil-gold-coloured hair,
Their bluebells, blue eyes, and white violets,
All the pale dreamy things they find fair;
Give me stir of brown leaves in the sunshine,
The whir of brown wings through the wheat,
The rush of brown hares through the clover,
And the light in brown eyes of my sweet!
Gold hair? Well, I never could love it,
Yet gold, I suppose, has its worth;
The head that I love is as dusky
As the breast of our mother, the earth;
With a gleam like the shine of wet seaweed,
Round pools that the tide has left clear,
And warm like the breast of a linnet,
And as brown, is the hair of my dear.
From the edge of the cliff we look downwards
On the shore, and the bay, and the town,
And brown is the short turf we lean on,
The fishing-boats' sails are all brown:
The sky may be blue--that's the background,--
But the picture itself, to be fair,
However it's shaded and varied,
Should be brown as the dress that you wear.
A lark bursts to sudden sweet singing--
That tuft of brown grass is his home--
And now, a brown speck, he is rising
Against the clear windy sky-dome;
And he sings--how I know? Love instructs me
To know all his notes, what they mean--
That it isn't the colour I care for,
But yourself, oh, my gipsy, my queen!
Ah! the lark knows my heart--I his language;
It's my heart he sings out to the skies;
It is you that I love, and what matter
The colour of hair or of eyes?
No doubt I should love you as dearly
Were your hair like an apricot's down,
And your eyes like the grey of the morning;
But I'm glad, all the same, that they're brown.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Kentucky Girl
Yes, you are, yes, you are, my love,
You're my lovely Kentucky girl.
In your bourbon smile I can see
Grassy hills just as free as you-
Come, my darling, won't you sit with me-
We'll have a beer or two.
In that hair that shines like the sun,
Freckled skin and untamed, sparkling eyes
I can see the Kentucky sky
And the valleys where the horses run wild.
I remember when I was a child
And the wind would embrace my face,
I'd smile like you smile tonight,
Thinking this is the time and place.
As I stand here at a local saloon,
The same child is awake in me-
Struck by love in the Kentucky moon-
Thinking this is where I'd like to be.
And the moon seems to sign your name
In your eyes that sparkle like pearls-
Yes, you are, yes, you are, my love,
You're my lovely Kentucky girl.
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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