Greyish Poems - Poems about Greyish

...She brewed it slow, the thistle steeped— a greyish brown in porcelain grace. Each sip, a sting— a bitter bloom, but she smiled, claiming peace. At first, a wince, then less, then none— ......

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... Come, loved one... stay sunlit grand Let birdsongs from those lips croon to me, Of radiant morns holding your blooms And leaves aglow winging carefree , These lustrous scenes...gifts of......

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... Spring Rain Hiku 17 / / / / / / spring greyish c ~l ~ o ~u ~d ~s / / / / / / ......

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... Just how green is my valley Below those dark satanic hills? How many familial bones Lay there molding to greyish dust? Do the words of my forefathers Echo on beyond my ancient head... So......

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... Etched in Stone In the soothing serene silence of a shining summer day Strolling along a lonely alley laid in black stones Bordered on both sides with verdant ......

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...I always long for winter, Cold but not the rain. And enjoy the fluffy white, Covering the road and lane. the icy woods would sparkle, In the hazy light of sun. Greyish the skies shall be, ......

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...Placed First in: Poetic Expression Poetic Contest Sponsored by Silent One Time to Reflect ......

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...HAPPINESS Happiness is like an exultant state of mind A temporary escape from the daily grind Sadness is blown away by a timely breeze And it’s certainly about time, if you please It is su......

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...Placed Fist in: Pick a Title, Vol 41 Poetry Contest Sponsored by Edwrad Ibeh Inner Sanctum In the very depth of my heart......

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...MAGNIFICATION ------------------ Close up, the rare metal shows me its greyish form: no dots or dashes here. A disappointment, for I heard once a scientist say that und......

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...Hair gets grey, withers he but seldom wise To know why nothing thrills him more than lies, Why man’s pen portrays obscure truths in grey, Why his mind’s chisel carves out misty clout So grote......

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...What Is It 1. The man who was my father sits Wearing the face that will be mine, Brooding in a place I cannot reach In a time and space I'll never......

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...Placed eighth in: No. 1235 New Poem Only Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand The Flame of a Lamp ......

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...There is a sadness in the heart of peace An emptiness of bloodless, toneless hearts Left stagnant in the aftermath of hope Yet still we wave our tattered silent flags. A rustle in the garden bi......

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...Blackish, brownish, and greyish clouds on zenith call, The white lambs like the ones below, unheeding, crawl; The immaculate white egrets in elation, Mock the grey herons, in calm Zen meditation; ......

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