Best Greying Poems

When nature wilts into 
                  a colorless haven,...

Read more of this work...

I am from Great Britain  – it’s not a rumour
I always try to write with a sense of humour

In 1996 we moved to live...

Read more of this work...

To my enemies,
cloaked in t w i n k l i n g topaz~
I’ve become immune 
to your illusive m a n t r a...

Read more of this work...

"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.”
Sophocles, Greek Poet 

  When love meets your silhouette at twilight,
heart...

Read more of this work...

Believing that marriage was ordained of God;
that, like a seed, it needed constant nurturing,
she sowed her deep devotion with a hope
that stretched beyond an ordinary...

Read more of this work...

Who will love me when I’m a restless relentless rust?
Who will see me when I’m a distant decaying dust?
Who will take my heart and lay...

Read more of this work...

 O beloved rose in my 
  garden of fairy-lamps,
would you bloom in hues of stardust?
let the daffodil moon 
  envy this fragrant...

Read more of this work...

I’m feral like a fox
misplaced in the
maroon mists 
of wilderness,
only found in 
woeful woodland. 
My skin is blanketed
in crimson balmy
hyacinth feathers
from a 
forsaken rainforest. 

Misguided...

Read more of this work...

 (Jan… or in some poems Stan)
 compassionate, loyal, humourous... always uses an extra 'u'
Daughter, mother
Lover of men with greying hair, plain chocolate, orchids
Who feels...

Read more of this work...

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...

Read more of this work...

The see-saw backsides of obesity traverse across the promenade
  Led by bustling torpedo breasts thrusting through the hustling throng;
Past tarnished chromium espresso bars, burger...

Read more of this work...

What Colour?

What colour are the oceans?
On warm summer days the oceans are crystalline blue, with bright streaks
Of ivory flouting on the crest of each wave...

Read more of this work...

Paul Callus and I have finally met
It’s a day I’ll never forget
Paul is so charming and he’s got greying hair….
I’ll say no more of our...

Read more of this work...

Ah, the wistful daydreams about my lost youth! 
           Astride upon a white stallion, riding...

Read more of this work...

When we first met, in love we used to glide
on waves of bliss like pairs of sunglow swans,
now we slowly totter,and try to hide
our orthopaedic...

Read more of this work...