Best Slate Gray Poems

Round and round I go 
Unfolding my spirit of envy and gold
The nascence of a new stone
Hazel room, vibrant lilac sky, 
Deep orange haze in a tender place 
Arms of sapphire and cornflower blue
Fuchsia beauty drips, covering my ruby lips

All colors drift
On the first day,...

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Sitting in a cloak of black conservatism:

I feel my hands,
oily on the desk like shortening in
slate gray cookie pans,
the speedway inside forcing the absence of 
reabsorption,

And my thoughts,
so flippant to implore
if a man with a chartreuse neck tie
can see the long wet streaks
across the cherry...

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As the sun tinges the horizon
A pale shade of rose
Beauty touches the slate gray sky
White canvas painted exposed

Surround sound of Dove's voices
Coos echo on all sides
Roosters' fill in the deep bass sound
Mockingbirds' tone abides

All song birds in chorus sing out
on this still quiet morn
Melodies lift...

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Sacred Lake Titicaca

High atop the Andes, between Bolivia and Peru,
sits the birthplace of the Incas, sacred Lake Titicaca.
A powerhouse of nature through and through,
it was created by the Inca god of the lake, Viracocha.

A treetop view showcases unique flora and fauna that abound,
from llamas to...

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Slate gray streets made even darker by cutting raindrops
Umbrellas popping up everywhere, people seeking shelter

But I stayed put, wanting to get drained with the rain,
then I hear this tinkling voice that says, “Don’t you just love it when it rains?!”

I look at her wearily and...

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Frigid, knife-edged winds from the northwest
sweep down like hungry raptors on 
pewter gray skies. Feral eyed, keen on destruction.
Late May. Sullen skies discharge sleet and glacial,
stinging rain. Threatening each newly exposed
green leaf and sprout. Frozen rain. Unrepentant.

People, startled by the velocity of a winter-spring
storm put...

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Chartreuse moss insinuates itself
into cracked brick as leprous eucalyptus
line the path, fallen leaves contorted 
into coral spines on weathered terra cotta.

Traveling between the trees I stumble
upon one sinewy stalk in a lithe tuft
heralding the second coming of a lily.

May's slate gray 
muffles the air until...

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Slate gray skies peered down
upon the patchwork quilted pattern
of the wheat fields on the plain
Viewing the partial barren trees who
scattered leaves at their feet
The rest tightly clinging on
 to their  gold and green leaves
Knowing that a slight breeze will
undress them slowly.
Scattering their seasons dress...

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From evening's very ground it seems
  gathering swelling sounds
waves crescendo-ing, grandeur...

appear the first colors on the horizon
  streaks of magenta lighting up 
undersides of slate-gray clouds
  powerful organ chords struck, playing
a frenzied symphony
  in an ominous sky...

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The mountain was crested with snow
towering in the slate gray sky
Oh, how it made me wonder why?
Where I am going, I don't know!

A light wind whistled through the trees
Could answers be calling to me?
In this familiar place to be?
I tried to listen with some ease.

Then,...

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The sky's slate gray
   It's rained all day
Though children can't go out
   They don't sit around and pout

Kids paint, they draw
   They learn to cook
Curl up with their favorite book

So, if ever rain dampens your grown-up mood
  ...

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Trees suddenly bare
  A sharp chill in the air
Ground hard as stone
  Hear the wind moan

Fierce clouds, slate-gray
  Herald a storm today
Autumn's playthings
  We've long put away...

Still you and I smile
  As we remember awhile
The last kiss of summer
 ...

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(In Nordic mythology Asgard is a location associated with the God) 

He darkened my skies to make way for the stars said she 
inside her lonely Universe there wasn't any "we"
and the music was low and the storms they did blow 
within scars there were...

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November is a month of frost and cold,
reminding us that winter's grip benumbs.
With slate-gray skies, and winds both harsh and bold,
she casts her spell on us as fall succumbs.

The long bleak curve of winter days is here.
Each day we greet the sun's receding pyre.
When snow...

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chattering squirrels
clamber across birdfeeder....
slate gray like the sky....

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