Best Gray Poems

an ugly gray rock, so I kicked it along
amused by my memories, humming a song
it was jagged and rough - I gave it no mind
and punted it thrice, then left it behind …

I changed up my hum and walked on alone
not thinking it special, (it...

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Lace hankie tucked inside her jacket sleeve
Hard candy filled the tin beside Mom’s purse
Gray mournings, nature’s gifts for those who grieve
At times when it seems nothing could be worse

So many dresses filled her closet space
And most of them I’d sewn by hand for her
I folded...

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Pull out the easel
   set the canvas 
    positioned long and slender clean slate.
Sketch the figures huddled and dark-bound hostage
   to charcoal-cooled coals 
    etching in shadow images;
Faceless entities 
   slipping in and...

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they say look, and the sun will come one day
oh, but they did not say all they knew
like vines that climb and choke the light
the stars are darker than the night
and the pain i've gained from losing you
like the absent dawn will always be gray


8/17/23...

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To gaze back upon footprints of my time
And see the prints so shallow fade to gray 
As they dissolve and leave no trace behind
I'll hesitate to look beyond the day
When standing straight is a moment treasured
And hair once full is now a thin disguise
When my...

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Sometimes when matters are in the gray,
it ain’t always black and white
There are times when emotions are deep blue,
canary yellow thoughts can make us wanna fly, shy away
Then, bright orange glowing memories
bring gentle, evergreen smiles
As time’s seasonal change sunset down on us
Being lifelong lovers, we...

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One last gray hair clings to my breast
from times I held you in my arms.
It speaks to me of one last rest
but more to hold me with its charms.
Remembering,
and cherishing.

I pray its grasp is firm and strong
and holds my heart with relevance,
to know with you...

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Mist rolls through silently, ghost in the trees.
The near field glistens; the far fades away.
Spring creates longing on days such as these;
Winter’s advancing, has nothing to say.

The near field glistens; the far fades away,
formless and shifting, as far as one sees.
All is enshrouded and cloaked...

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Clouded skies somberly cascade
upon motionless vistas,
floating unrehearsed melancholy hues
where muted feelings roam
on an autumn morning echoing
a weary winter dream

I sit beneath a weeping willow’s
unhurried leaves fluttering
like silent wind chimes,
quietly pacing unheard melodies,
as dandelions seek the sun now
merely an absent reflection in my own tears

And I...

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Scrambling tooth and nail for a patterned fate
I approached the lofty mansion of Learning's Gate.
All cued up for a slip of paper - the one they call Degree,
halfway convinced that I hallucinated humanity.
For who under their own free will would venture
into this spiraling sameness:
this illustriously-in-debt,...

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Man of melancholy - memories ashen and shadow gray,
heart harrowed, solicits solace from her psychic energy.
An offering, his woebegone weeping wildflower bouquet,
teardrops titian, sorrow scintillant, reflects rueful reverie.

Heart harrowed solicits solace from her psychic energy,
free falling through forlorn filigree, he mourns at her gravestone.
Teardrops, titian...

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Upside down rainbows 
would be what my smiles are
right now...

as colorful and as bright,
just seeing these
beautiful reminders
of hope

two rainbows from the 
rainbow nation
from one
bright and sunny friend
and her niece

how very fitting
and awesome...

gray day
turned 
upside down :D




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**Thank You, Wilma for these wonderful pics ^_^
super smiling right...

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My eyes wide through window stand
Sun rising compel thoughts of black or white or the grayest gray 
Discernment from reality which is left or right hand
In a hundred lifetimes could I sway
The one answer from your lips grace

Becloud evergreens at the peak of the chill...

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Above gray clouds, I swing in light
Through changes daylight brings to night
I hear your voice, it comforts me
In blindness where I cannot see
Sometimes the best waits out of sight

The soft clouds cleanse me, colored white
Smoothly I swing, things are made right
Accepting loss, letting it be
Above...

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quiet silence
the continuation
of smothered thoughts

gaging howling winds
beyond an understanding
spoken in braille 

ignoring order
colors forming to the right
Dorian Gray

a corrupted mind
kills with passionate pleasure
what virtue remains

quiet silence
the continuation
death resides below

await the reaper
dark—black chilling specter
ghoul in residence

awake—blood freezes
nightmares for the young and old
dawn draws the bright sun

tomorrow...

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