Grey Poems - Poems about Grey

... Those silly old love songs from decades past Still meander through in my mind Those love songs that speak softly of the thrill Of a blossoming new romance That promise “I Will Always ......Read the rest...

...Outside it has started to rain Sitting in my porch I watch, The elements mix and mingle Kneading the pulverized dust The drizzle has gained a sudden might And now it r......Read the rest...

...Winter’s cold chill cuts through my chin. Within its bleak and brazen embrace, My brisk days are turned brief and barren. They are lengthened into sordid sepulchral insomniac nights. I slither an......Read the rest...

.... i wake to thuh morn'n make sum hot dark coffee i look in the mirror flick'n the grey back wink and off tuh sit on my window bench cou......Read the rest...

... Sun is set to shine Streets start humming Birds are ready to fly ......Read the rest...

...,,write before someone else does", people say. ,,They'll learn *first*, get popped ideas *first*, get attention *first*, know to choose the right order of words *first* and become Victory *first*", ......Read the rest...

...My hands are sutured behind my head. I lie like a fallen yield sign on the side of the road. My path is yellow and humble. My hands separate. Pull. And split open the back of my skull.......Read the rest...

...at night, when the blue moon calls out to all wild things, its azure a calming wave in the bottomless screaming night I walk in time and with each furthering step, sweeping strides which pay mor......Read the rest...

...Celsius is minus three icicles now we see growing on winter tree amid frosty display aloft shrouded by grey leaden clouds set to stay but midday sun shines in and ici......Read the rest...

...when skies are blue but to our soul seem grey ~ know thoughts conjured by ego are at play......Read the rest...

...A poem for you In hope my feelings could come through A poem where sky would not be blue But filled with you While knowing I am grey to you Wishing I could grow a lotus for no matter how ......Read the rest...

...Little men inside my skull run machines that make me whole. Trapped within the storage bond of neuron chem and thoughts beyond. Little men with pencil hair program charts f......Read the rest...

... Today, this black oak forest will become my grave. A crow caws in the distance, but I swear it is calling my name. I have never believed in omens or curses but perhaps there are such hateful th......Read the rest...

...ODE TO ELEPHANT Elephant Elephant enveloping essence of Earth ! I hear an elevated trumpet far in elixired fair forests my ears etheric ornaments in your elopin......Read the rest...

... New month opens the door, We are already in. May has other story to live, another line to step on, fresh flowers to smell new nests to take care of. May plays music for deaf ear......Read the rest...