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David P Carroll Oct 2016
As we are walking together across the fields hand in hand
    The leaves were fallen from the trees
    They gently fall on our hands
Smiling with laughter and love
Autumn has finely arrived

We see hedgehogs around the
Field and filled with beautiful flowers

    As the petals lay beneath the earth
    We see wild flowers in your wreath
And have faded away and all the leaves where changing a brown
Colour.
David P Carroll
Autumn
Valeria Ariza Oct 2016
I am dormant
like the volcano.
My hair, brown like the earth.
And my eyes,
like burning embers in the night,
warm,
mesmerizing,
calm.
Zelda Oct 2016
You got me feeling like a fool
And it takes everything I got
Not to burst, come undone
When you smile that crooked smile
Playing it cool

And I know how desperately you want to say it
The words I never want to hear
And I’m thankful you always save it
Choosing to show it
The words I never want to hear

As we drive down the interstate
In your rag top car
With my legs on the dashboard
And the sun shining down
Talking about everything we’re gonna do
Everywhere we’re gonna go
I see you looking at me
With those Bambi browns

And I know how desperately you want to say it
The words I never want to hear
And I’m thankful you always save it
Choosing to show it
The words I never want to hear
Maya Porten Oct 2016
It’s not the honey color of her hair,
the forest green of her eyes,
or the olive tan of her skin.
It’s not because I adore the way her waist curves in before her hips,
or the small belly that pokes through her tighter shirts.
It’s not the way she takes her coffee,
or her love for Greek yogurt.
It’s not her ambitions,
dreams,
nightmares.
It’s not her mind,
her background,
or where she’s from.
It’s my ability to look at myself in the mirror
and love all of these things.
It was requested by my minister at church to write a love poem about myself. This is what came of it.
Sometimes we just want to hold it
because it warms us

we can't decide
it might be bad for us
When the air's whispers are warm and the moon refuses to entertain

we can't decide
it might be good for us
When the wind carries chills and the sun searches for its shadow

we take it
into ourselves
knowing the potential harm
wanting the promised help

Sometimes we just want to hold it
because it warms us

©Christopher F. Brown 2016
Saltnoon Aug 2016
I never liked yellow because of the colour that would burn on my brown skin. I hated the colour so much until I threw the yellow dress which was a gift from my mom.
But I fell in love with the colour when the sky turned yellow. I was laying under the tree with the yellow flowers and I could see that his eyes were so brown under the yellow sky. Brown eyes were just brown eyes until I became poetically attached to it. Yellow was just 'too bright for me' until I saw how it burned me poetically.
Tehreem Aug 2016
Would you love her?
If her hair fell free
Locks sway on her shoulder
Wind catches them boldly
Sunlight will invade them
Brown blaze of strands
If you could see them play
Confining her forlorn face
Would run your fingers slowly?
If she sets them free
If she let them flow
A Rapunzel is what you need?
A glance of that entangled mane
Would be enough to drive you insane?
A flaw for the world hidden and draped.
Suhani Maui Aug 2016
I'll drink your darkness so you won't feel it
I'll bare your pain
Hold my hands high against the clouds
To stop the rain
I'll let it fill me up inside
My ears
  my mouth
    my eyes
I'll hold it in when you're around
My eyes turn black
while yours stay brown

This is for the best

Selling
  you smiles to keep you afloat
Slashing
  the floors of my boat

It's right.. It's the right thing to do
I have to keep you above the water
If you drown, then I lose

Let me do this
  Share your abyss
Although I'll probably be gone tomorrow...
It's comforting; your sorrow.
Renie Simone Jul 2016
As the sun fell,
her eyes glistened like many sunsets
filled with wonder and adventure -
two pools of never-ending light
reflecting in the movement of colors.
As the moon rose beyond the horizon,
it left her eyes twinkling like stars.

On even the coldest night,
she couldn't see the warmth, the magic,
her eyes gave the world as she gazed upon the landscapes of life as it slowly passed her by.
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