Greying Poems - Poems about Greying

... O beloved rose in my garden of fairy-lamps, would you bloom in hues of stardust? let the daffodil moon envy this fragrant field of immortal lyrics~ for I’ll treat you with kindness,......Read the rest...

...bulging burgeoning bulbous grin widening a widened chair to sit him in liking lotions rubbed on chin and greying gruelling sunburn skin ......Read the rest...

...*On The Run* Hunted by my past, trailed by my shadow, Intoxicated by elixir of youth, I climb the ìrókò beyond the leaves. Wail of woes, dehydrated dreams Crushed in the battlefield of th......Read the rest...

...When nature wilts into a colorless haven, metaphors of death sprout from timeless roots~ easing through relentless gales of grief. Like the lulling......Read the rest...

...To my enemies, cloaked in t w i n k l i n g topaz~ I’ve become immune to your illusive m a n t r a s, recited in roseate refrains. I’ve learned to see the vermilion f l o a t i n......Read the rest...

...The Pods - Chilling Scifi Poetry Fear, you are weightier than gravity in pulling the stomach to the ground. Rotors slowed and sound waned as the helicopter sided, meeting the concrete in a ......Read the rest...

... I saw the elfin man stand All night, stood by my door Too terrified to cry out, ......Read the rest...

... As growing toward arrived full stature Of mine physical or mental maturity cured Childhood toward adulthood fully such Grown ---Growing up ~ In developing ageing maturing So e......Read the rest...

...how graceful these autumn leaves grow old, marvels the greying child in me. ye burst with such beauty in thy last days, I scarce can strive O Autumn. autumn reverie tends to tell me: how love......Read the rest...

...Wild lavender Swaying Vertigo From being rooted On the mountain's tip Mild dark thunder Greying Approaching The lavender Near the mountain's tip Tired lavender Staying Serenity As ......Read the rest...

...my long grey trunk and thick greying skin is finally wearing thin nobody talks to me and so what if I whispered from the rooftops despite being repeatedly murdered I can clear a room i......Read the rest...

...6 Lines Shored-up wooden boats standing in the mud, braced by boards to stand erect, We vigilant men past sixty, retain our dignity, and point to heaven, with masts securely......Read the rest...

...I’m feral like a fox misplaced in the maroon mists of wilderness, only found in woeful woodland. My skin is blanketed in crimson balmy hyacinth feathers from a forsaken rainforest. ......Read the rest...

...December came with Christmas beckoning at the door He saw every house bright with many a lamp And the whole streets illumined with colorful lights and star But his tiny hut looked dismal n’ dark l......Read the rest...

...Child with greying hair Tender skin but bloodshot eyes Enduring pressure......Read the rest...