Short Greyish Poems
Short Greyish Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Greyish by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Greyish by length and keyword.
Yonder, not so “wild Blue” anymore, more a greyish, misty, warning.
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Categories:
greyish, age, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
His fifty sleazy shades he conceals
Until his layout plans seal the deals.
I wish I knew
His greyish hue,
I'd run, but too late - I'm over heels.
February 24, 2023
Categories:
greyish, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
smoking little houses
narrow bridge on the black
water sleeping ripple less
we are escalating
green fades beyond space
greyish blue sky surrounds
through the turbulent wings
we are a speck of dust
Categories:
greyish, allegory,
Form:
I do not know?
To look into your dimensions and find something...
To find something I've been looking for for a long long time
A light in your warm heart
Whereas, I have something dark in my mind and body
I'm a person trying to seek the light...
So I must be Twilight
A greyish embrace in your arms
Categories:
greyish, dark, light, uplifting,
Form:
Classicism
MAGNIFICATION
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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 under microscopes
the dots and dashes seem to bleep
a Morse code that would save the world and more.
Categories:
greyish, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
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,
After the storms have gone.
My eyes enjoy the beauty,
Of nature in all the lands.
But my thoughts refuse to leave,
The warmth of my cozy hat.
Categories:
greyish, beauty, february, january, rain, snow, storm, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
Invisible shackles,
Untouchable burden;
Silent noises,
Unseeable vision.
Am I in a prison?
Or left stranded under a shade?
From fruit of my poison,
Of all efforts that were made.
Hear Ye! Hear Ye!
Listen and remember!
My rights are your rights,
Your failure is my countdown;
Everybody shares the same colors,
Greyish black and white stripes.
Categories:
greyish, endurance, grief, people, work,
Form:
Rhyme
Gnarled and woody its base erupts with
Greyish green leaves, all veiled in hairs,
That contain the magic oil,
To balance the body.
Scented mauve flowers
Added in tea,
Perfect drink,
Relax
Me.
My first attempt at a nonet. Inspired by reading one by Emile Pinet.
Categories:
greyish, body, drink, flower, green, magic,
Form:
Nonet
Greyish mornings skies with tints of pink
Are signs that soon, the sun will wink
And fill the clouds a reddish hue
below the skies of colors blue
Blackish clouds near afternoon
Are signs that rain, will pour down soon
And bring to us some mid-day showers
To wet our beds of garden flowers
The evening skies all full in glow
Are signs that God, was here to show
That life is beautiful and to all take part
His precious gifts to warmth our heart
Categories:
greyish, beauty, god,
Form:
Rhyme
The stars still cast their subtle glow
Through the greyish black churchyards that we know;
Next morning’s fate lies unknown
Before the dawn.
The clouds still drift just as before;
The canaries still chirp outside my door,
Yet suddenly appears the taste of nothing.
The sky is indigo and the blue jay sings;
The children catch fireflies by their wings
Though I am somber.
Throughout the universe no pleasure can exist;
Mirth turned her face at me,
Ever since you fled.
Categories:
greyish, life, loss, universe,
Form:
Verse
Thunder's threat
You know us
Yet you are still gossip on us
You know we have no where expect
Here to lay our comfort
Cozy bed. Thunder, why must
You extrude the rain
Your lighten is enough to make
Us fear, it makes our body din
Some of us have grown
With greyish hair
Now he's about to fall, he is just
Coming like dew, where do you want
Us to lay ourselves at this night
We will just be left strand in him, as he's
Already injecting us with heavy breeze.
Categories:
greyish, allegory, anxiety,
Form:
I do not know?
The rugged moor top
grew shapeless,
eternal stratum
hiding
within the
greyish shroud,
that cloaked
every enduring
contour.
The dense stratus
began to manipulate
the daylight,
while encircling
shadows
cast reflective
illusions
on shallow
murky pools.
Obedient trees recoil
in stark awareness
while inspiring to honour
the insensitive violation,
bowing,
waving in verve respect
as if only
to appease
the impending tempest…
© Harry J Horsman 1991
Categories:
greyish, nature,
Form:
Free verse