Best Greyish Poems

What pleasant dream may soothe my eyes
When autumn's breath may grace our days
Wondrous a dream in the blazing sunrise
That charms my heart in autumn's grace.

I've...

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Oh imperceptible storm looming mighty as we walk,
secure is its claim as volatile manipulator.

The sun hides behind the insensitive violation,
the rugged moor top grows shapeless...

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The fire pit has been made
The kindling has been laid
The match was put to the dry, dry wood
And the flames began to play

The fire now...

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As fathers go, I used to say, I thought he was alright
 took the work wherever he could and kept our fire alight.
 Brylcreem hair...

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Many years it had been since Sir Heathcliffe was home,
He had travelled in countries abroad;
He left in his grief at the death of his wife
While...

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This in the greyish clouds I see
My lover's eyes like a phoenix flame
It's honeyed glow melted into me
When the mist drifted upon the plains.

A presence...

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Careful steps lead me to an old temple
Perched across a bay, weeds on a float 
Where dew refills bowl of greyish clouds
And tender breeze hanging...

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Gnarled and woody its base erupts with
   Greyish green leaves, all veiled in hairs,
        That contain...

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MAGNIFICATION
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Close up, the rare metal

shows me its greyish form:

no dots or dashes here.

A disappointment,

for I heard once a scientist say

that under microscopes

the dots and dashes...

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So what's your status,
Nimbostratus?
Are you here to stay, like old Aunt Gladys?
- To rain and rain until we're glad it's
Not for you to own the...

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Like a map, as a highway,
Understand the intricate canyons,
Deep, divergent, continuing,
Like a maze of no end,
An ascension of growth,
Greyish-brown, flecked yellow,
Sparkled greenish-blue,
Hard and rough, cracked...

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I woke up early in the morning, on
My canopy snug bed laid on
Stinks,I managed to stifle my yawn
I remember
I remember my war
War in my life
War...

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SO MUCH DEPENDS...(Inspired by The Fault in Our Stars)

So much depends upon the girl with red current meandering from her woman
And the clots of clumped...

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Sav[i]our
The white winter mist encases my lungs, 
Like the smoke of my last cigarette did; 
Sweet, soothing, real. But like me, not bitter.
For the longest...

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At Rotterdam in Netherlands
I made plenty of window friends
I could reach out to them 
whenever I missed my own
friends and near ones back home.

The window...

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