Grey Color Poems | Examples
These Grey Color poems are examples of Color poems about Grey. These are the best examples of Color Grey poems written by international poets.
All the different clouds...
in the sky today
Some of them are white...
and some of them are grey
Some of them look like cotton
Some look like rivers in the sky
There are many different clouds...
And they drift on by
All the different colors...
in the sky today
There are many different pictures
I watch them fade away
And then another cloud approaches
Seems like it broke in two
And now beyond the different clouds
I see the sky is blue
All the different clouds...
In the sky today
if by chance they do come back
Well, that would be okay
But now all the different clouds...
they have gone away
And now the sky is shining blue
It's such a beautiful day
Grey is for thunderstorms
Bulking pregnant with rain drops
Rumbling uncomfortably
Grey is for soapstone
Treacherously slippery
When rain soaks its fragments
Grey is for forest
When teeming downpour
Presses green into background
Grey is for ocean
Heavy and sluggish
Stretched to the horizon
Grey is for warship
Full speed ahead, throbbing,
Crew at their stations
Grey is for torpedo
A white trail behind it
Lifts warship from water
Black is for deep sea
Embracing the sailors
When the light goes away
Day breaks in shadow
A silky grey moonlight fades
In an ocher mist
There are edges Time leaves in passing
Some of them are jagged
A few edges are grey and badly torn
Sometimes the jagged are also distorted
and leave one puzzled, confused
Some edges can cause disquiet
And we begin to wonder where they were
Were they there all along and not noticed
Or, were we able to ignore.
Did we simply whisk them from our life
Along with Worry, Sadness, Fear
But, sometimes, when we look closely,
Grasping Time from its rushing
We will see colors behind the jags
lilac, red, green, blue, amber...
Some colors will simmer and pop
Some colors will magically glow
Those colors we would like to keep
For they are filled with Hope.
I am rose, although a dusty rose;
my journey forward has been long and hard
along this narrow well-worn path I chose
that’s left me old and grey with dust-caked clothes
and dreams dismissed, emotions slightly scarred.
And yet the hopes that ever lead me on
are optimistic dreams with colored bows;
I’m always chasing my tomorrow’s dawn
and reaching for the dreams to which I’m drawn;
my lifetime color is a dusty rose.
August 16, 2025
Music Produced by Jerry Curtis
Is grey a colour
I’m not sure
It’s the way I look
Next to her
She is vibrant
Yes technicolor
I’m just her shadow
She’s like no other
Don’t get me wrong
I can’t complain
A flower can’t thrive
Without the rain.
Is grey a colour
I’m not sure
It’s the way I look
Next to her
Grey makes silver linings
On clouds shine brightly
It compliments moon glow
In the sky nightly
She is my sparkle
I’m happy being grey
It makes me beautiful
In my own way
Grey is a colour
Granite strong
Companion of beauty
Next to her I belong.
When I look back ’pon a life, monochrome
A black and white me in a world of grey
How colour free were the streets I would roam
When dull, then dark was the path of my day
In that pencil sketch within which I dwelt
I could not predict as the grey grew late…
The glint in your eye, a spark, seen and felt
We shared a low wall for that; our first date
Never would I be a painting in oil
But crayons, perhaps, were tucked up your sleeve
A pallet of wax with which you would toil
To brighten my world with colours that breathe
And forty years on, you know what I think…
The guy by your side… that’s me… in the pink
For Color My Mood Poetry Contest 26th May 2025
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
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Ominous leaden clouds sink low in the sky overhead.
As shadows fade the gloomy day increases uncertainties.
I don a sullen expression as morose feelings engulf me.
The ambience that surrounds me is most depressing.
This empty dullness I feel renders me deeply dispirited.
Checked it flag
A stand out soapbox
All in grey
Challenger in a race
Speed of competitors
It was fast like a Greyhound Dog
Grey color gets attention
Had to mention
Grey soapbox named “ROADHOG”
As the wheels accelerated more and more
It was definite that the soapbox was going to even the score
Faster Faster and Faster
Maneuvering here and there
The soapbox was beyond compare
Ahead of its time
Throughout the soapbox race
Every competitor was in a chase
Winner to be
A let see
Who will cross the finish line?
You guessed it, the Roadhog being the grey soapbox
Cheers and roars
Undefeated challenger
Winner took all
Soapbox winner call.
Tiny pink flower, so alone,
In verdant fields, how you've grown.
No hands to nourish, none to tend,
We all long for one faithful friend.
Just a single cloud in the sky,
Waiting for a mate to float by.
Grey rain gathered by sighing wind,
We all long for one faithful friend.
Brown pup struggles to thrive, to live,
All others lost, has love to give,
Must find that One's torn heart to mend.
We all long for one faithful friend.
She sat, lonely, while crowds rushed through.
Young hearts break so easily too.
Cold, wet nose, she looked down, grinned!
We all long for one faithful friend!
I'm old, almost blind.
I see the grey shades of nothing as I wait for the end.
A lilting melody sometimes reminds me of
the colors of Autumn leaves:
the yellow sun which shone on us,
golden hair curling and cascading down her breast,
a fireplace of orange flames
flickering like teasing fingers and ardent tongues,
and the colors growing deeper,
and her final words,
and the crimson blood that spilled and bled,
as the sky turned black forever,
and everything below was grey,
except a cold bone white moon
and skeletons of leafless trees,
until,
a lilting melody reminds me of
the colors of Autumn leaves.
theory of colour
darkness
&brightness
light
& its absence
serene
softly
exciting
impression
of warmth
the hue of
intensity
stimulating
negation
active
passive side
in perfect
equality so
a six-part
circular
rainbow
complementary
dynamic
transitions
& gradations
subtle
yet profound
& magical
unifying
with
words
NOTE: Uniquely Klee combines a poem( in German),within his art
'Once emerged from the grey of night'.(as seen in link)
Imagine a world without colour
How bleak it would be
Our universe grey and lifeless
As far as the eye can see
We take colour for granted
Yet it puts the life into our world….enriching our souls
Today, l truly appreciate colour
For colouring our earth…..beautiful and bold
New month opens the door,
We are already in.
May has other story to live,
another line to step on,
fresh flowers to smell
new nests to take care of.
May plays music for deaf ears,
only indigo souls
listen to the notes.
Weather plays with us,
we are grey and dark,
shiny and bright.
The sky is above us
showing us many faces.
Blooming makes us smile,
soon as we wake up.
May has the magic key,
if it wants to use it.
The Sun rises like a phoenix,
from the charcoal ashes of Night.
And sets the eastern skies afire,
lit by Dawn's ethereal light.
Orange, yellow, and tangerine
edge colored clouds of pink and grey.
And a mix of pastel pigments
confirms that Sol is on his way.
Soft shades of violet and blue
slowly infuse ebony skies.
And the Night dissolves into Day
when a golden sun starts to rise.
Shifting shadows retreat from black,
while sunrise chases Night away.
And twinkling stars slowly vanish;
washed away by the light of Day.