Greying Poems - Poems about Greying

...Buoyed up by the syntheses of the past, idyllic murals of green hills open paths to a healing truth. What say the brown camels of Casablanca to assassins nursing festered wounds of new Karma? ......

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...“The magic of a gem lies not in its beauty, but in the spark it brings to the eye.” Unknown ************************************************************** ......

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... Feeder cloistered in ferns Wrapped with new green tendrils Caressed in mellow winds Bring the birds to snuggle in Wildflowers bowing in grace Some tilted to the sun Som......

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...skies of sapphire s t o r m s s u s p e n d e d in bruised glass blues ~ the greying grief g l ......

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...The sun homes scars and flames of dusk, drizzling a rain of illusion, and you, the muse of angst~ tracing the cold rush of desires, to sear my tongue, to un......

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...Talked to a star one night It whispered From behind a greying cloud “I’m lonely” It seems stars are so busy shining They have little time to chat They find it ironic that we humans Write so mu......

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... The wind is blowing cold tonight through chambers of my mind Sadness creeps beneath the door ......

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...To all of my loves, I'm nothing but a greying power station. They're not interested in me or my well being I'm not sure if they ever were. They come at me with endless barbed babble have littl......

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...When brother was fading away black chimes signaled for the demons to play They attacked all sides of the hobbled mind Treating the heart like an orphaned marble They were rabid and had brackish i......

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...Sun setting can I see nor a moonrise, Tall towers nor let me see smiling stars, Nor with sunrise, how moon melts from my eyes, The dazzling light my eyesight always mars. Smoke and dust make ......

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...The trails of fog like cold entrails that wind and slither through the copse which shiver at the touch and sops. A chance at vision clearly fails. Each jutting rock: a sentinel. A greying head......

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...O to be the humble horizon that slumbers in restlessness, I grieve not for the magnolias that withered amidst cruel claws of chaotic cravings. I weep for the serene wildflower whispers ......

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...A crowded street has many ways Some go to a dark dark place You see it's greying eye of gravel Other paths necessitate a shovel Then theres your own The sum of stones you've thrown It's the ......

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...“Some stars are frozen within the shades of shifting seasons, yet the grief of love, etched in acrylic gold, whirls through the sunlight, dressed in grim mists, echoing endless memories ......

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...THE PICTURE ON THE WALL At first I didn’t notice it hanging there Just at the edge of my vision, I declare Then the significance dawned, I swear It was so clearly a future portrait of me An im......

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