Best Gray Sky Poems

No one in this morning
The road is deserted,
It's too early under the gray sky,

The veins of my hands,
Salient hands on the wheel
The look Elevated

The white line scrolls,
The colored houses, fled,
Since the curves crossed,

Creeks glimpsed,
The white studs punctuate
the road, pedal to the floor,,

Not any  possible...

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Paralyzed sunshine of the day, gray kissed skyscrapers in faint
Blurry dance stuck in the air as the dew pervades some occlusions
Day sketched gloom in beauty behind the droplets of breezy nimbus...

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Gray light penetrates 
Ocean of candescence 
Above me laying idle
To hope on this dismal day-
For these constraints to absolve...

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Against That Pale And Ashen Cold Gray Sky

Dark colors of oak branches spreading high,
beds of Autumn's fallen leaves are resting.  
Against that pale and ashen cold gray sky,
Nature is contemplating and testing.

Winter waits its rebirth in sweet repose,
Passing days yield to time's eternal ways;
Clouds...

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These leafless trees remind me
of the ebb and flow of soul...
As the sun slides lazy through a thoughtless gray sky
my mind is forced into misanthropic musing,
watching the tumble of deadened leaves tustling
by way of an influential breeze 

The blazing summer life, now just an afterthought...
the...

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This is a found poem I created after reading Harriet Beecher Stowe's "Uncle 
Tom's Cabin." Throughout the novel, there are many wonderfully composed 
sentences exhibiting poetic magnificence. Stowe is unappreciated for her ability 
as an artist, and is usually viewed only as a writer of...

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Rain clouds loom overhead
it was supposed to clear up today,
I really wish the sun would come out
and a breeze to push them away.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
May.13/2015

The sky is dark and gray today. Kind of looks like we might get a thunder and lightening storm.
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Sky as gray as fresh concrete.  Cold like her too.  Jet plane noise permeates 
atmosphere, but we cannot see it yet.  Plants are brown except for red sumac.
A flaming reddish blue, high class red.  Winter is waiting in the clouds to...

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Gray sky on rye bread
Seasoned to taste, rain or snow
  ~ Bites when the wind blows...

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S-trong brewing storm 
H-as turned into a fine day; 
E-arly light is shining, 
R-ays take the haze away.
Y-our birth brings much mirth to the Tuesday dawn; 
L-onely dusk disappears, dark shadows are gone.

A-pril nineteenth is fun, 
P-ure delight denies the night; 
O-ne twilight passes by,...

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