Best Greyest Poems

I still remember 
how you were
there in the dark,
holding my 
bleeding heart.
Whilst I wandered,
sleepless under
soundless spheres.

Now I search
for your starlit
symphony
that echoes,
as idyllic octaves,
from the last...

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To the legend of silence
that speaks in trembling stillness
I’ve seen your halcyon halo~
that illuminates wilted weeds 
and tilted tendrils 
unfolding perfumed wings,
allowing sizzling seas of...

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I carry our friendship in my mind
And like a “Welcome Home” banner
It warms my heart. 
When I see flowers in bloom
I think of your poetry;
How...

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Morning Sunshine  


Clouds all a’ scatter, the greyest of views
Drizzle does tickle the ground
Willows are weeping amidst early gloom
Solemn this place to be found

Chipmunks...

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And soon you will see that inside every impossible is the word “possible”…if only we dare to see it. - TerKeurst, Lysa. What Happens When...

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Have I ever told you about my friend,
a mechanic by the name of John?
Oh, the countless stories that he can tell
of the hunting trips that...

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Has a delusional life let you down...
when even hope seemed far?
Has everyone pushed you aside
and been ashamed of who you are,
makings a disapproving frown
to forget...

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dedicated to Kerry

The literal closet in which she dreamed
Visions of a world that outside teemed
Whilst poring over texts and theories
Cocooned her life from freedoms’ wine,
The...

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These bright summer days
             present a world starker than
    ...

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Although unheard I thank you
 For always being there
 Even when you were bedridden
 You always seemed to care

 You meant so much to all...

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I am no more than an Courier
A wanderer through life
Words are what I choose to cling to
Purveyor of the times

Spending forbidding moments in the desert
Just...

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I cannot write of white sandy beaches
For I am an inland raised girl 
Who lived under the blue sky of Dakota.
I guess I’ll give “the...

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Found hanging in her cell
from a noose made of teeth
and hair and bone

Blood red wine drips
from veins down arms
loving arteries give forth

Rusty bridge hangs in...

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If you sit and listen,
truly sit there and listen
for hours and only hours on end,
you will hear such a strange,
but a graceful sound
of a heart...

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Blue—
Like the color of his eyes and
Blue means nothing to me cuz it’s
Cold—
Like the feeling in your eyes
And the lakes we used to go swimming...

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