Best Grey Poems

in the uncoloured tint of another everyday
amongst the spit polished waxed apples
tightly packed in burlap bags
they walked like minded
in their own burly wrap
oblivious to the irony
to their similarity 
of the markets round red fruit
unaware of the tragedy
the horror of events yet to come

it will rain...

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There is nothing hotter than a sexy brain
A one of a kind
The bigger the better

With swagger

Nothing titillates more than stroking genius
Sending ripples through the psyche 
An ignited muse invoking rapture

With inspiration and seduction
Sliding hand in hand dear

When my mind is whet
You penetrate 

I quiver




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The wind whispers, the wind whispers ----
   the wind spreads her wings,
   so all can sing her lonesome tune;

An old...

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Winter whitewashes Autumn's decay,
and yet, you know that Spring will soon show.
But, as snowflakes bury Fall's array,
depression deepens with each fresh snow.

Snow-laden trees, like sculptures of clay;
stand exposed, chiseled by a sharp breeze.
And stenciled in statuary grey;
like outstretched fingers, bare branches freeze.

A brisk breeze wrestles...

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Winds caressing fringes of
   her deep chocolate tresses
as tree nymphs nimbly hid
  midst fallen maple leaves 
    happily prancing round toes,
whilst a crescendo of chimes
   played off in near distances,
warm apple pie aroma wafting
 upon a zephyr...

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On a day bathed in so many shades of misty grey
There upon those rugged cliffs above the Fundy Bay
Heart pounding like the thunder in those crashing waves
Trembling lips dripping with heart felt words I could not say

So shy, I was a teenage girl so much...

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Dark cumulous clouds contain
the filtered sunlight in a strange
monochromatic sunrise
where birds seen in silhouette
seem to think they can sing color
into this this grey day.
Mountains defined by stark dark shapes
fade into the distance as if swallowed
by fog's mysterious whiteout.
I feel encapsulated, as if inside of
a black...

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Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay
My brothers and I, and our mates the other three,
They wore a different uniform the colour grey
Yet here in purgatory a smile from them being free

Oh to remember how we all played at the creek
Although their parents...

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The black side of a life betrayal and choked dreams 
Cries of pain that are locked into their souls 

Evil twistfate deals aches and screams 
Inside darkened dungeons filled with peril and woe 

In the trap, feels like stuck in of eternity madness 
Hands are...

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I see a pair of Pink and Greys
They fly on by my way
They seem to be so filled with health
To me they do have so much wealth

They're so majestic in the sky
As I see them flying by
And when they land upon a branch
It really puts...

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Waking on this grey fall morning;
in the air there lies a warning;
rising angst as fears aborning; 
feeling late November’s chill.
Darkened clouds obscure the daybreak, 
as I nurse this aging headache;
warmer days are but a keepsake
gone forever, summer’s thrill.

Thinking back as springtime’s grooming
brought me hope with...

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ravenous wolf pack  
winter has robbed them of food ---
howling in chorus  







Written on October 26th 2018
For haiku-senryu- Writing challenge
Sponsor Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings...

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"Grey Rock"

skims a frozen lake
the surface never cracks
complex post tenure stoic
disorder done delivered dead 

deliberate do not disturb
listen silence loudly shrouds
walking dead half in 
shadow world half out

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
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If the Mediterranean waves could carry me to your arms

I'd wake up to your whispers enchanted by your charms.

If the wafting wind could breeze me to your bed

Our longing lips would kiss and hiss,in hungry emotions wed.

If this love  I feel could linger in...

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Wrinkles and gray hair
get me in a rage
and I say to myself,
“Why don't you act your age!"

My poor aching feet
remind me to wear sensible shoes
but these black stilettos
take away the blues.
.
I wear glasses to see 
but they're tinted green
and make me look 
cool and mean.

I...

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