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 kissed a dream when I look into your eyes
That springs my face like vibrant flowers
In all the bright and sober...

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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 within the greyish shroud.

The day gives way to manifestation, illusions cast
as folk stagger habitually along life’s broadway.

My mother clasps a...

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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 is burning bright
The coffee pot is on
It is the way to start the day
On this cloudy, misty morn

The quiet of...

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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 , good muscle tone, a boxer's solid build
 army tour in Burma where his discipline was drilled
 his right and...

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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 he wrestled with sorrow and God.

He had been round the world, and his troubles had too,
And the thought of his...

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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 of calming reasssurance
That I'd suffer not this life alone
A whisper of hope,a sweet entrance
You've given in this life forlorn.

Each day...

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Gnarled and woody its base erupts with
   Greyish green leaves, all veiled in hairs,
        That contain the magic oil,
              To balance the body.
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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 seem to bleep

a Morse code that would save the world and more....

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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 day,
But eventually must fade away
Before the steady strugglings of the sun
Which must break through once they've begun
To tear apart your...

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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 up thoughts that occasionally disturb her flow.
So much depends on the wisdom from her oval shaped head 
And the greyish-pink...

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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 in my life
I breath heavily
I almost choked by fumes
In bundle,I packed my belongings
Thinking of what to eat
I have no where...

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On my first trip to the outback across the endless plains,
I saw a harsh and hungry land in pastel coloured stains.
There are more secrets out there, than sun and shifting sand -
It would take more than my lifetime to ever understand.

I saw Eagles, Wrens and...

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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 of times, I could not speak.
I could not sing, and then I could not laugh.
But now, I am no longer...

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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 facing the South unfolded
the beautiful, enchanting river Masse.
Its simmering and quivering depths reflected
the multitudenal colours of historic city it nurses.

The...

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Birds flying away, scattering greyish skies
Ebullient landscapes changing with sunrise
Autumn arriving briskly with chilling air
Umbrellas opening yelling November beware
Trees undressing with full colors displaying
Illusive temperatures plummeting and staying
Falling leaves mastering paintings, Van Gogh
Underground creatures are sleeping below
Layered attire the welcoming fashioned show

Flavoring pumpkin-pies admits porches...

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