Graying Poems - Poems about Graying

time frosted the eyes put buck shot to his voice box they still came in flocks the stage grows smaller into yesterday they walk hearts become fluted ...

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Proverbs 16:31 (KJV) The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness. Our time has come to know the grief, Of losing friends, losing those things – we held onto, The past, the last hopes, the quiet assurance… That our time is still in the present, today, Echoing like silent shadows, abiding… Youth...

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Against gray walls, soft light reflects Her memories, her endless quest For contentment, not so complex Her gentle soul always felt blessed She recalls all the times of hope Against gray walls, soft light reflects Faith is with her so she can cope Joys come, beyond what she expects Love is the thing she still respects She thinks of the pleasure she’s known Against gray...

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The gait, a step slower Ambitions, now lowered Yet the heart is still spry ~ Proud voice, shakes the skies...

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Graying darkness awakes the night; Nimbus reflecting restless sea. Beyond implausible horizon sight. Graying darkness awakes the night Unattainable utmost breadth height, ...

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They move in fast- dazzling with their beauty and sunsplashed energy- they are a complete mystery to us we wait for them to tell us something about ourselves to tell us a secret about the universe to take us to their bejeweled city far away from the mundane. but things rapidly change turning back into something familiar to you.. all the while sucking you dry...

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Song Of Songs 8:10: I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. Thus I have become in his eyes like one bringing contentment. MANE OF THE GRAYING LION God molded the figure of a woman - her curves and sultry skin; and the eyes of beholden man, to search out the strongbox. The jewels pure, as...

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To find solitude in a helpless mind A silent new world from its judgment found To ponder this curse unreasoned and blind Anger is pressed when arguments abound To find a crack in mirrored perfection Where prideful instructions will intercede With memories of the mind's reflection Now old and failing and meant to mislead Tethered to distress from the mind's mire Trapped in its...

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two graying doves make music they were sitting at a bar, two graying doves she kept looking, he kept looking she then asked him, what's he looking at what's cooking hon? he had to think fast, real fast he had to say something for his heart was a beating, angels were playing his harp and his horses were neighing, too and ... let me...

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I remember the Beatles and the first time I heard Sergeant Pepper's I remember the Doors and associate them with my sexual awakening The Association, the Turtles and the Happenings made such sweet harmonies I have now expanded my tastes and listen to classical, folk,...

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The graying of days Devouring of food becomes the filler ! Days healing rays, it’s light ever shorter ! Misty moments are becoming thicker ! Fog hangs heavy, becoming ever denser ! The rut I am in, becomes ever wider ! The grove I am stuck in, cuts ever deeper ! The abyss I am sinking into, ever bleaker ! The black hole...

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