Gray Sky Poems - Poems about Gray Sky

Gray sky on rye bread Seasoned to taste, rain or snow ~ Bites when the wind blows...

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Sky as gray as fresh concrete. Cold like her too. Jet plane noise permeates atmosphere, but we cannot see it yet. Plants are brown except for red sumac. A flaming reddish blue, high class red. Winter is waiting in the clouds to be summoned. Autumn sighs, not ready to relinquish her season. ...

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S-trong brewing storm H-as turned into a fine day; E-arly light is shining, R-ays take the haze away. Y-our birth brings much mirth to the Tuesday dawn; L-onely dusk disappears, dark shadows are gone. A-pril nineteenth is fun, P-ure delight denies the night; O-ne twilight passes by, G-ray sky is turning bright....

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Rain clouds loom overhead it was supposed to clear up today, I really wish the sun would come out and a breeze to push them away. Copyright Cynthia Jones May.13/2015 The sky is dark and gray today. Kind of looks like we might get a thunder and lightening storm. ...

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Against That Pale And Ashen Cold Gray Sky Dark colors of oak branches spreading high, beds of Autumn's fallen leaves are resting. Against that pale and ashen cold gray sky, Nature is contemplating and testing. Winter waits its rebirth in sweet repose, Passing days yield to time's eternal ways; Clouds cast forth water from heavenly hose Soaking high forested hills, filling...

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No one in this morning The road is deserted, It's too early under the gray sky, The veins of my hands, Salient hands on the wheel The look Elevated The white line scrolls, The colored houses, fled, Since the curves crossed, Creeks glimpsed, The white studs punctuate the road, pedal to the floor,, Not any possible gesture Just those, tiny, Extending the machine According to the gray ribbon Powered by...

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Gray light penetrates Ocean of candescence Above me laying idle To hope on this dismal day- For these constraints to absolve...

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Paralyzed sunshine of the day, gray kissed skyscrapers in faint Blurry dance stuck in the air as the dew pervades some occlusions Day sketched gloom in beauty behind the droplets of breezy nimbus...

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These leafless trees remind me of the ebb and flow of soul... As the sun slides lazy through a thoughtless gray sky my mind is forced into misanthropic musing, watching the tumble of deadened leaves tustling by way of an influential breeze The blazing summer life, now just an afterthought... the euphoric encounters all memories so instantly distant ...could they be just...

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This is a found poem I created after reading Harriet Beecher Stowe's "Uncle Tom's Cabin." Throughout the novel, there are many wonderfully composed sentences exhibiting poetic magnificence. Stowe is unappreciated for her ability as an artist, and is usually viewed only as a writer of a sentimental, "protest novel." But, to me, her work seems...

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