Short Slate Gray Poems

chattering squirrels
clamber across birdfeeder....
slate gray like the sky....

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when wishes no longer come true
    the sky's slate-gray, never blue
 
  when the whole world is terrifying
    life's just a tease ~ I'm not lying...

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Flights of fancy, a young man's game
    visions brewing, not one the same...  

  Dawns a slate-gray day, corrective lenses ordered
    horizon's blank ~ anticipation murdered...

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wick
lights up
window sill
warm and glowing
to all who pass by,
encouraging friendship,
a welcome greeter today
as slate-gray clouds hover above
joining forces with blustery cold winds,
sleet hits passersby as they hurry home...

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slate gray day's
nocturnal mood
souls sensitive
often brood

upon nature's
whimsy, caprice
yearnings stillborn
know no peace

darkness settles
in forest, meadows
'pon every plateau ~
doused, flames' embers
in shuttered chateaus...

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listlessly, leaves droop
withering in summer's heat ~
nimbus clouds gather

thunder's mighty roar
commands slate gray skies, "Open" ~
sparrows seek shelter

petals spring to life
quelled by nature's gift of rain ~
sunlight smiles with warmth...

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Trees suddenly bare
  A sharp chill in the air
Ground hard as stone
  Hear the wind moan

Fierce clouds, slate-gray
  Herald a storm today
Autumn's playthings
  We've long put away...

Still you and I smile
  As we remember awhile
The last kiss of summer
  Its lingering wonder...

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The sky's slate gray
   It's rained all day
Though children can't go out
   They don't sit around and pout

Kids paint, they draw
   They learn to cook
Curl up with their favorite book

So, if ever rain dampens your grown-up mood
   Activate the child in you ~ Don't sit and brood...

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From evening's very ground it seems
  gathering swelling sounds
waves crescendo-ing, grandeur...

appear the first colors on the horizon
  streaks of magenta lighting up 
undersides of slate-gray clouds
  powerful organ chords struck, playing
a frenzied symphony
  in an ominous sky...

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Slate gray
hangs over hell.
Glowing softly,
hotter than mortal souls,
the Inferno’s harsh landscape
beckons all.

Beware
jagged landscapes
barren of life,
there lies the maw of hell
its breath poisoning the world
as it waits.













Brittany Reynolds
Views from a Vignette Contest sponsored by nette onclaud
10/27/12...

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Orange sherbet-streaked heavens
   at my window this morn
herald an old friend's return
   ~ newly reborn

For while the sun 
   in the sky has been
all this while, to my 
   uninformed eye
slate-gray clouds
   made me cry...

Tears and clouds
   disperse suddenly
Now's returned
      My love 
for this sweet world
      as it turns...

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Chartreuse moss insinuates itself
into cracked brick as leprous eucalyptus
line the path, fallen leaves contorted 
into coral spines on weathered terra cotta.

Traveling between the trees I stumble
upon one sinewy stalk in a lithe tuft
heralding the second coming of a lily.

May's slate gray 
muffles the air until I hear 
the chameleon trill
of a mockingbird....

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Cold
                         Frozen
                     Snow and Ice
                    On everything
                   Slippery to walk
               Insulating the ground
          Winter has brought a stillness
         With skies the color of slate gray
           For now, the creation is frozen
     Spring waits to be reborn another day

Heidi sands

12/30/18...

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The brook claps over the tumbled rock bed
applauding the Spring thaw 
like a gaggle of Irish revelers;
setting the man high marsh grass 
to dance a slip jig in the bonnie breeze.

Returning Canadian geese chorus overhead
saluting the rippling waves
in the slate gray pond.
The white undersides of their wings mimicking
the flashing and snapping of the white caps on the lake.

Blodeuwedd, Flower Face;
returns with a fiddlers bow....

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Freedom rises in patriotic hues,
Lowered to half mast in mourning.
Abecedarians first salute of red, white and blues.
Greeting of new school day on slate-gray morning.
Pole sealed in globular cement — a foundation
Of a world of promise waving in the winds of fate.
Learning with loud claps of chalk dust in ovation.
Every student shaped by curved line or straight.

8/7/2018
Acrostic and Quatrain poetry contest
Sponsor: Savannah Brown...

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Slate gray skies peered down
upon the patchwork quilted pattern
of the wheat fields on the plain
Viewing the partial barren trees who
scattered leaves at their feet
The rest tightly clinging on
 to their  gold and green leaves
Knowing that a slight breeze will
undress them slowly.
Scattering their seasons dress to
the ones that have fallen below.
The breeze dances the leaves
across the golden landscape
 awaiting the new season to arrive.
...

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