Short Graying Poems

clouds graying drops fall
ceaseless down pour 
cats under the shed

12/29/2021...

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drumbeat of hell-bent youth

       yet bids us onward

         graying, fraying...

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graying clouds advance
poles arms outstretch soundness perch~
pups on riverbank

12/4/2023
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Stiff clouds swell over city
graying every muscle, brutal thunder voices
happy snails bother slippery walls....

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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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Haiku 3-3-2019

a cool sun shivers
held hostage by graying skies
fluffed feathers await



John g. Lawless
©3/3/2019...

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dusting stale portrait
graying visage from my past
gilds blithe memories
romance stilled in time capsule
shadows my jealous lover...

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All bony frame and bristly hair,
like a graying werewolf
or a skinny bear
and you... 
so lovely, 
so feminine,
so how in the world
did I make you mine?...

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A Father's time's seen in his graying beard
    A Mother's time is respected, revered

  Father's grow old; they're let go
    The sparkle of age in a Mother glows...

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graying clouds gather
rain staccatos on hard ground
frogs plop in puddles

Copyright, October 3, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson...

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Spring waits, as Winter slowly looses its grip upon the land
Water begins to drip from eves and green  peeks through the graying snow
A bear wakes and stretches, and remembers how to be a bear...

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I awake in your dimming eyes

your graying cornea, I feel your pain

through dark lenses I venture to you

even if I can't see you or you me

we'll touch hands in the dark and be pain free....

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There's a graying in the morning sky
Soon snowfall will cover hills and fields
A perfect setting for this holiday season
Winter white glowing 'neath a silver moon
Waiting for the sounds of children's laughter
...

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The summer air hangs still.
Hawk and whippoorwill
Wing mournful down the graying skies…
Hearken to their cries!

And then the faintest breeze
Murmurs in the trees…
And at the Lonesome Place
Spirits sigh in space....

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Herr Vilfred consults 
his mirror.
Gawks long at himself 
in horror.


His limp receding, 
graying hair,
no longer that of a 
debonair.


Gone's the tousled look
of long ago
that used to enthrall 
women so....

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Face well worn, Graying hair,
Marlboro in his mouth.

Clay-dirt boots, dusty hat,
Bologna from a sack.

Tastes of nicotine and diesel,
he can’t spit it out.

The old man makes his living 
on a caterpillars back....

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Cranky crusty Codgers

Skeptical scornfully scowls

Youthful yearning Yonkers

Heartful happily howls

Spurned spiteful Spinsters

Graying gracelessly grumbles

Marvelous merry Maidens

Ravenous richly rumbles...

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Trees’ barks are fiery ember-yellow,
as their canopies glow like cold fire.
Birds create unending patterns in the graying
sky, as they return to their nests.
The sun looks like a gigantic, cosmic yolk,
as it sets into the horizon….....

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Trump With Hair Thinning from Beginning

He sure has an interesting way of things displaying,
Even though he is growing old  and hair is graying;
Big, brash boss,
With memory loss;
What next is it this moron may be gaily saying?

Jim Horn...

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Shift Change

another day slides
obliquely into dusk
clouds yawning
in a graying pall

darkness peeks
from beneath
a sulfurous moon
eyeing its fleeing prey


©1/18/2018

submitted to MIDDLE JAN STANDARD CONTEST
sponsor – Brian Stand...

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Come to me, my dearest love,
cross the deep divide,
pray the rising, morning sun
calms the raging tide.

Waiting, counting days so long,
scanning graying skies . . .
sail across this heaving sea,
rest my weary eyes.

© Faye Lanham Gibson, April 12, 2015...

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Recalled scenes, like diamonds gleam 
Scattered on velvet black 
Cloth of midnight shadows 
All laid out displayed in showcase 
Lining the dark chambers 
In this graying head, where 
the lamplight of recall is hung 
Illuminating a frontier 
where I stay always young....

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Pristine blank page,
please rouse most sage
to open wide,
no time to hide
the applesauce
dabbled across
my graying chin.
Endings begin

to manifest
beyond our quest
as consequence
provokes events
in frantic spin
to obscure sin:
a grounded arc
within the dark....

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graying darkness awakes the sleepless night,
implausible moment, dreams come too light

bindable spirits beating as one, pause,
obscure by drifting underlying cause

existent amorous scene of warmness
sheath in continuance timeless solace

7/27/2021...

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The aging artist has a trait,
  those short on sight can’t bear

All normal signs of waning,
  a crown now his to wear

Wrinkles and sparse graying hair,
  still negative to some

But when they light upon a Sage,
 —the moon bows to the sun

(Grantham New Hampshire: February, 2017)...

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