Best Ash Grey Poems

Ash - grey chemised
she shifts her shape
as silver flakes float coat
stripped naked places, 
sheath curves and angled spaces
Angry glitter tingle stings
thick earth skin with prickly flames
and rumble rise regurgitates
shimmy - shake shudders
in magma's deep thrombosis.

Her feather boa plume
tightens hot cloud chokehold,
acrid smoke flung up in...

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I'm a sinister shell, 
lost in bygone 
deepwaters of
gravity-less 
cerulean tears, 
that saturate 
molten sundrops, 
falling from 
zinc-plated skies, 
as heliophilic snow,
melts frosted 
memories in 
white-washed waves, 
and the moon-
kissed paint of
chamomile dusk 
seeps in
cataclysmic bruises of 
cloudburst refrains. 

Perhaps, phosphenes 
perfumed with 
blueth poppies,
splashing...

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     " In titanium haze of love,
             truth is but a mere lie, 
            never unlocking gold vaults
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“Our being is descending into us from we know not whence. 
The most exact calculator has no prescience that somewhat incalculable 
may not balk the very next moment. I am constrained every moment 
to acknowledge a higher origin for events than the will I call...

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Don’t mind your habits, but they’ve made your mind.
Round the next corner, things will get better.
Until that one fell day when you do find
The credit’s come due and you’re the debtor.

You’ve hidden yourself away out of fear
With sea-green moat, tower, thick sandy walls.
Predators finally could...

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Lush greenery
Majestic scenery
Coconut trees wave in a track
Puff of clouds wave back

Droplets of rains
Fall again & again
Splash soggy ground
Bringing greenery all around

Village path air is so fresh
Heveanly to be here in flesh
Afar at a distance
Looks like timeless existance

Between hills a chimneys rising smoke
As we ride...

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Sometimes when the night
crawls upon me
I go out
to look at the people
who's faces have
slipped out
of their contours
slid down
to rest
on collars
features
dripping down
on the
ash grey asphalt
and
under lonely lampposts
everything
fades
into puddles.


© Gry W Christensen...

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Wherest the sunshine my dearest love?
Behind the hills yon, darkening skies above.
Wherest art thou dearest sweet friend?
Swept into the nights darkest end?
Whither thou goest, I shall go too,
forever to spend all time with you.
Voices now silenced, no songs to be heard,
And not a sound ushered,...

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The dark merlot stains my lips blood-red
Casting me in a vampire light
The bottle sits half empty by my elbow
As silent and motionless as I
We keep each other company, the bottle and me
Two cynical sentinels keeping watch over the shadows of night
Passing the endless minutes between...

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That night amidst cries, clamours, din, 
When coffin scandal headlines claimed, 
We shuddered— such was stench of sin, 
Those in snow felt ash grey, ashamed, 

In sullied caskets feeling ill, 
But lay still, stunned, shocked by surprise 
Their valour frost, vain felt their will, 
Frost...

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Not a single tear was shed by you
when our relationship died
Instead, you put the first nail in the coffin

Yes, it was formaldehyde you ...
whose morgue heart had an elated attitude
When you put the next nail in the coffin

Those silver urn eyes
had a joyous flame, ash...

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Blurry reveries consistent to the end
in life’s limbo, the forest of deep secrets and sacred illusions
the surging existence that ignites words into creation
come
follow me
take my hands
as we journey through this hollow way
at a certain pace
at a certain rate
embarking on a certain race
a different road
an unexplored...

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Cattle-cars filled with Jews,
Hot guitars wailing blues,
Pulsars beaming in the night,
Thoughts of wrong, desire for right,
Cigarette ash- grey and rigid,
German soldier, Russian front frigid,
Masonic poetic words far too turgid...

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Sky in shades of ash grey
Showers flakes of artwork.
Swirling snow of silence
Smoothly descends dancing.
Serene sheet shines on land,
Sensing in stark stillness
Soft whisper of winter.

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The Brown Grizzly Bear is so called, 
not for its grizzled hair, grey-tipped
but because it is truly grisly, horrible!
(Ursus arctos horribilis)
This brown bear is gruesome and deplorable.

The amber Pizzly Bear is so called,
not for its swizzle stick.
but because it is a hybrid bear, 
a Polar-Grizzly...

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