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juniper jones Oct 2017
of pools of brown
and irises of gold
your eyes were the sweetest i've known
so serene, yet hid the roughness
tucked with secrets and stories
they held a softness

of pools of brown and-
irises of gold
your eyes were a truth
they were the coolest
they were the warmest i've ever seen

their own sun
a comfort
o' how your eyes
were magnets to my words
the inner most depths
of my virtue
Kenya83 Apr 2017
White privilege' a phrase I didn't understand
I accepted every man
And I assumed the rest of the world did too
Sure, a racist joke is fine, whether crossing a black or white line
It's just comedy after all, no malice is meant for a fall
Together we'll still stand tall
But then I looked outside of my world
Where the conscious stereotype in abundance sprawled
From another's point of view, it's a completely different view
Even in this time and day,
If your skin isn't 'white' you're likely to pay
A price, of some sort,
As professional worlds are warped
Why can't a black actor play James instead of Jamal
And what if you let the brown guy play the lead role
We are a multi culture,
Our screens should reflect the present and future
Who cares for the colour of your skin
Ability in your craft is how you should win
So, looking through some casting calls I see instantly,
The affect white privilege has on this community
Gabby Hofilena Oct 2017
You love a boy with eyes the color of coffee.
He doesn’t realize what his tanned hands do to you
Each time they brush across your arm.

You love a boy with eyes the color of polished wood
He catches your gaze more than once
And has the audacity to smile at you
Completely blind to the fact that you’re slowly unravelling before him,
And you wonder how long it will take before you are nothing but air.

You love a boy with eyes the color of cinnamon
He looks at you with a half bitten lip,
Distracting you as he talks.
His mouth is the only spice you haven’t tasted.

You love a boy with eyes shot with gold
His laugh is filled with stars,
And there’s a summer storm that clings to his skin.

You love a boy with eyes
That seem to be anything but brown.

You love him,
And secretly hope that one day he’ll love you too.
you love him and it’s so hard to stop // 11:42PM, February 13, 2015
Britney Lyn Sep 2017
And your brown eyes are still the brightest part of my future, even if they do not rest upon me but instead continue looking.
Haruharu Sep 2017
In a few hours I'll be standing face to face with him for the first time.

The boy with the dangerous brown eyes..

The boy who wants to be by my side although he knows I'm just scattered pieces.

There's something about him.

He's slowly melting my heart.

I can feel the butterflies frozen in ice starting to move again.

Such a wierd, scary feeling that I can't stop.

I feel myself giving in,
though I promised myself I wouldn't.

Oh what a dangerous boy..
Timothy Ward Sep 2017
Louis Brown Jan 2011

The Old Magnolia Tree

Beneath the old magnolia tree
I used to hold you close to me
And there I carved upon that tree
That I loved you and you loved me

Beneath the white magnolia blooms
You cast a spell with your perfume
I believed those wooden words were true
Ingrained in hearts of me and you

But time wears out what boys engrave
Nothing's left of the love you gave
Except that old magnolia scar....
I wish our love had come so far

Yeah, I wish those words were still on track
Cause every spring I dream me back
To tender lips and sweet perfume
Beneath the white magnolia blooms

But time wears out what boys engrave
Nothing's left of the love you gave
Except that old magnolia tree
Reminding me.....reminding me......
Copyright Louis Brown
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This was a poem I wrote to honor Mr Brown whom I sadly never got to know but was a brilliant poet on HP!
Miss his verse...

Ode To Mr. Louis Brown

We wish we knew you Mr Brown

The lights glow dim in Poetry Town

We stand beside Magnolia trees

And pray your soul is fancy free



I read your verse with teary eyes

And hope that I can be as wise

You were a gentle soul of song

The joy you brought is just as strong 



I'm glad your verse you did not brave
Upon Magnolias to engrave

Your words of wit are safe with me

For Poetry Town is your tree!



Unlike that old Magnolia tree

Poetry Town is full of spree

She was a fool to lose your crown

But we'll always love you Mr. Brown!
Mr Louis Brown has a phenomenal body of work on HP and plz visit his collection if you're searching for poets to read. He has great meter verse and rhyme in his poetry given that he was an accomplished songwriter as well.
Lisa Aug 2017
How are you?
are you looking for me how I look for you?
In between and around every person?
Waiting for me to pop out and I love you?
How many others have you loved?
Am I the first?
Am I the last?
Am I second?
I think you will be loving,
And smart and well as kind.
Where are you right now?
Are you with someone else, are you in love?
Are you with me?
Are you at the end of a bridge? Looking down the edge for hope?
Do you have brown hair, maybe blonde? I wonder what kind of quirks you have like walking only on the outside part of the side walk or holding my hand when you are nervous?
Did I know you? Were we friends or strangers just wondering past meeting just at the right time?
Are we still in love?
Were we every in love?
Or are you a dream?
Like me.
trinity Aug 2017
my mother once said,
"brown eyes are so beautiful,
but they're so sad, too."
my mom didnt really say this but uhh
Anthony Reynolds Aug 2017
How do you describe brown eyes?
Dirt, mud, earth, none of these suffice
Too much to beauty for most to realize
Too much depth for some to think why

Seeing them first thing in the morning,
Warmer than a cup of cocoa on a cold winter day.
Deeper than any earth on which we stand
They welcome you. They make you want to stay

Sweeter than chocolate, they'll relieve all the pain
One good look into them and those thoughts run astray
Like with a sweet tooth they are something you crave
Please make sure they don't melt away
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