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brown Poems

35 poems about brown

brown is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 35 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees brown in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.

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Brooklynn.

Brooklynn. 12" Chili dogs and Thin crusted pizza. Soft aqua and sage. A delicate girl. But is delicate Brooklynns goal? Does Brooklynn want to be known by: New York, Chili Dogs, Pizza, and Green? I'm…

by anti_tcc_llv👁 11Read →

Wood

Swirling dissaray The light brown and dark brown of wood. Lines, rings, patterns. (A Haiku)

by Poetry345👁 5Read →

I literally see colors in the dark.Good eyesight

A Dream in green, trying to recount a scene, a place that once was, can't, is lost. Can be found, but different. an absence of time. Resume when sense, Brown dirt, brown bark, green leaves, Seen in…

by Jvaldez023👁 4Read →

Growing Up

I was only a freshman when I knew That life would be tough, and I had some growing up to do. Although I could hang around til dark catching up with my friends Others with my complexion could not…

by AppleS19Read →

Joteria

He is thirteen Navigating school hallways and people and the nooks and crannies of his developing body But one thing he can't figure out Is what's wrong with him Why does a high pithced voice come…

by roy.salazar505👁 7Read →

What We're Taught

Armies of men fall at the feet of Beauty, and we're taught that women are weak. Men watch their brothers transform into monsters, and we're taught that real men don't cry. Brown Americans burn and…

by bleedingcolors👁 6Read →

THE POWER IN A NAME

My name is Reda It means contentment in Arabic My mother gave me my name in reverence, finding meaning in a word that she could love her entire life Most days my name is part-time worker And…

by redaarif25👁 11Read →

My Brown

Dear Brown, You always follow me You always stay with me Like the sun in the summer And the cold in the winter. My brown is not your brown My brown is not his brown My brown is not her brown My brown…

by Karias005👁 3Read →

Seeing Parallels

I look into his eyes and See a fantasy world. Filled with unique colors... Colors not yet identified. Shy sparks of blue Hide beneath his smile. They light up the sky Like fireworks exploding on a…

by andreasarias5👁 10Read →

What They Told Me

They told me that I was the product of hundreds of years of pain and suffering, That from the blood of my ancestors, I was given Eyes the color of mud, Hair like a sheep, The complexion of an ape, An…

by Angelicac👁 3Read →

Brown Eyes

As she contacted my eyes, her words lost their purpose and gravity, becoming dulcet echoes, gradually drowning in the mellow sea of my subconscious reality. Yet I became conscious of being seized by…

by chandlerwilliams👁 6Read →

Brown Eyes

Some might say the color brown is boring, bland, too close to black, but if you knew, you would understand; because it’s the color of his eyes. They’re not just ‘brown’. They’re far from boring or…

by erannelea👁 23Read →

Yeah, I am fat!!

Hey. I am fat. Yes, I am a fat ugly bitch. Or an ugly fat bitch. Call me the way you want! But I wonder why do you have so much of problem with this? I have been tired of listening to the same thing…

by P👁 9Read →

heart of the forest

the heart of the forest darkness clothing bark shadows hugging contours of tallest trees spruce and pine bark boughs drifting down sweeping needles almost touching the ground cool mud near banks of…

by indigoblu97👁 4Read →

The Colors of Brown

Milk chocolate bars forgotten inside cars On a sizzling summer day. A mahogany table on those days when they are able To sit around it to pray. Sprinkled chips of moles on your skin as you grow old…

by thefruitingtree👁 8Read →

Uncle

Today I saw a squirrel and I named it Peanut. I don't know why: he just looked like a Peanut, as in the name and not the food. He was squat and round, grey whiskers poking out across his brown brown…

by carlyrb6👁 5Read →

The Commute

The Commute You Sir, look at me with your glazed, tired eyes Proceed to lower your watch, and beckon to be unseen. But I will never unsee you. You Sir, look like your body aches all over While I…

by stephminnie👁 3Read →

My Boring Brown Eyes

You think my eyes are boring. But my eyes are chocolate lava that burns into your flesh. My eyes are the gorgeous mahogany obsidian encrusted jewelry that you will never be able to afford. My eyes…

by Smaazouz👁 2Read →

Brown Boy

Brown boy, brown boy come around Come hear the tale of the new kid in town. He ain't no peach this fine young thing I heard he aint even got a wedding ring What so cool about this new fellow Are his…

by bryanceron1👁 2Read →

Maple Roots

I am my paintings Speaking from the walls Tall and strong I am more than my traveling lauhter echoing from hall to hall My earth rich skin With an abudance of melanin Dive deeper than the maple…

by mimizaza👁 4Read →

That Girl

There's a girl in my English class who always looks out the window and sketches little people on the side of her spiral notebook. She bites her bottom lip and taps her left feet. And when the teacher…

by unparallell👁 1Read →

Black Sun

Im flawless because my skin is as warm as the Sun dipped in Black. Onyx. Black Diamond. Black. Brown. Tan. As warm as the Sun dipped in Black. Trust me, I'm beatiful my friend. As warm as the Sun…

by cecil344👁 2Read →

Forgetting (Remembering) You

As I go through my day Trying to keep my head up & just be okay. I remember you in many things, Some days more than others I remember you in the morning, You use to be my reason to wake up. I see you…

by rainnstormm👁 1Read →

Fall is for Me

Now that summer washed away, and school is in full swing, I realized there's no time to play, or warmth until this spring. I must look beyond the gray, and look for all that's good, in the crisp…

by rebeccalynchms👁 7Read →