Grey Poems

Grey poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of grey poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on grey are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Grey

Grey long poem

I’m all about the extremes But not in this case Don’t give me no black or white I love me a little bit of Grey I don’t really wanna have an opinion I don’t really wanna chose a path I

A Day That Starts Grey

A Day That Starts Grey long poem

She had lived in her lonely illusions Since she first came to know of life’s lies When she first watched the sun set in silence Beneath crowded vermilion skies, Where the rain fell in multi clad colours Just like rainbows

Dead Grey Wolf Skins (v2)

Dead Grey Wolf Skins (v2) prose poem

Introduction: Aldo Leopold (January 11, 1887 -April 21, 1948) was an American author, scientist, ecologist, forester, environmentalist, and conservationist. In the 1920-1930 eras, he moved to the Baraboo, Wisconsin area. The grey wolf was viewed as a predator, to be

Grey To Blue

Grey To Blue prose poem

Blue skies in one’s life can often turn grey, and cloud up one’s vision for quite a long stay. You falter and stumble in things that you do, and why it is happening, you haven’t a clue. Your life seems

Life Is Grey

Life Is Grey short poem

Neither the victim nor the convict I am the witness of my excruciating journey I saw myself rising I saw myself failing I tended myself alone sometimes even inflicted pain on my own self selfish as I am called I

Grey Souls

Grey Souls prose poem

Since my earliest youth, I’ve been looking for my face which was stolen by wars. I am the son of war. My memory was kneaded by her tough dances. Since forty years, I’ve been inhaling her bitter smoke, knowing nothing

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November Third, Seattle

November Third, Seattle short poem

The sun won’t appear today Rising elsewhere it kindles flowers In foreign fields; even inspires A crop of melanoma among The fieldhands. But not here. The grey view south is dotted With electric pinpoints and a single Tall cross dim

Gray Hands

Gray Hands short poem

It is neither end nor beginning, I am still suspended between punishments, primrose gives one answer, hollyhock another, I catch the moon in flight to west and enter a sand grain to probe the universe for the sexual selection of

Love: It’s A Choice To Make

Love: It’s A Choice To Make long poem

Love, beautiful and vibrant as we know, Each of us experience this as we grow, The emotions they say one can’t hide, But does love also have a darker side? It makes us laugh, it takes us high, But does

Poems containing references to : Grey

The Clench

The Clench short poem

When the moon burst again into its grey white light the bird from that little tree escaped. Its wings flew into the arms of another. The other, like a large broad arm with its green expanse waited for that bird

The Old-Timer And Reaper

The Old Timer And Reaper long poem

T’was late at night when a knock came at the door: Not much could be heard, but the sound of a snore. When the old man suddenly awoke to his feet Angrily screaming and cursing, like never before. “This better

Comic Life

Comic Life prose poem

We were always meant to be “SEEKERS”. The true joy of explorations dwells deep within the soul of a man. It is an instinct you cannot ignore as it is the only dream that is real. An Unveiling of a

The Futility Of War

The Futility Of War short poem

Death; The Dealer of the final deck of life. No hidden agendas, just a cold slate to wipe. With hand and sword or with rock and stone, with shaft sailing deadly through grey skies, alone. The smarter the weapon, the

A Tale Of Forgiveness

A Tale Of Forgiveness long poem

She judged her every step Her crumbled wrinkles and grey hair A story of a granddaughter and grandmother Her parents always sent her to her house The old shadowy house with a glittering stream grass to the knees and smell

Ballad of the Captain

Ballad of the Captain ballad

The captain at the tip of his ship, Who sang into the onrushing storm. And while it raved and raised its whip, He offered it his sweet and strange song. The stars hid themselves away that night, For they could

Stepping Into Old Age

Stepping Into Old Age long poem

I thought Life is a fantasy having a lot of positivity I spent childhood happily and merrily I cherished Teenage which was full of excitement and entertainment I entered adulthood with dreams and challenges I experienced Middle age as most

When I Was A Raven

When I Was A Raven long poem

When I was a raven, I flew out of the night, My ebon wings flashed and glistened in the light. The wind it held me high and carried me away, But not a soul would listen to the words I

She

She short poem

Facing the wrath of the blazing Sun, She, with her tangled hair, toothy smile, deeply lined face ; in a coarse cotton and battered bag, walks through the lofty gates of a mansion ; A fine blend of art, wealth

To The Solitary Stranger

To The Solitary Stranger long poem

Part I Has the spring of poetry faded away? In a deluge of falling leaves, When the shadows and lights are at play, Like transient doubts and beliefs. Have words become faceless apparitions, Gazing into the boundless night, At ancient

Why I Write?

Why I Write? ode

Ask Van Gogh why he painted; A lunatic left at his own devices His grey mind sucking colors from the world into a canvas. Each rub leading to liberation from the known world The thick paste transforming a canvas; Into

My Sombre Salute

My Sombre Salute elegy

The flags tremble in the cold wind at half mast Standing sombrely at the edge of the central plaza Printed against deep, heavy grey skies The whole nation heaves a long, devastated sigh Today, we have lost our Father The

All Things That Bloom To Grief

All Things That Bloom To Grief short poem

Ain’t it a paradise when you see, all things beautiful, white and grey? When the melodies of life lit up in glee, all things surreal painted in this air. Ain’t it a heaven as you crawl and beckon, the white

Royal Celebrations

Royal Celebrations short poem

Once my husband brought a pair of white pigeons, Very beautiful with red eyes and lush red beaks. Extremely gorgeous with glorious visions, In our mother tongue we call it Laqa-kabootar. A special species of sweet white pigeons, In golden

Who Knows?!

Who Knows?! short poem

Is there only black and white? Who knows? Is there only darkness or light? Who knows! Who knows! Where are the shades of grey? Who knows? Where are the words I wanted to say? Who knows! Who knows! Is there

I Smiled At Death And Held His Hand

I Smiled At Death And Held His Hand short poem

When I was born, so was death. He awaits my last breath. I would be death’s thorn. Each morn I trilled, and eye balled him. Told him death be a sin, and his thoughts he must kill. Time scurried, passing

Just Fly High In The Sky

Just Fly High In The Sky long poem

Let us fly , fly like a dove , In the sky , sky of love , Hand in hand , With no aim to land , Until our soul gets free from this cage of sand . Let us

Life chipping away

Life chipping away short poem

Daily I see a different me, each morning I notice- an iota of sheen missing, a part of me has withered, chipping regularly from somewhere or the other, a delta difference between me and the me from yesterday, Am I

The eternal mother

The eternal mother long poem

Far away from mankind and society, far I wandered. Through bleak plains and screeching drums, Dragging along my body, weary from the residues of development, My eyes are sore from enduring all this mortal architecture that’s slowly diminishing in my rear

Types Of Love

Types Of Love long poem

There are three kinds of love, Love that tests you, Love that loves you, Love that doesn’t love you back. The love that tests you, doesn’t conquer, it leads you, to the unfathomable galaxies, most of them are imaginary, where

Lady Of The Lakes And Fells

Lady Of The Lakes And Fells sonnet poems

Dear muse, I penned this verse with feather quill, To gently praise your beauty of renown, My words to float aloft your gaze until, They softly kiss your eyes like thistledown. One single thought of you is all I need,

A Collection

A Collection long poem

I’ m kohl dark, darker than darkness, my skin, coarse and dirty, disturbs you. but you say dark is beautiful! you are “correct”! although I smile, it’s painful. And you get up and go the moment I sit next to

Norwester

Norwester ode

Silent heat rose from the molten embers of a dying day, The grey asphalt lay sweating in the setting sun of scorching May. A drop falls hither; Eyelids quiver, A soggy breeze from the wild wet west Made my moist

Deception

Deception short poem

Down by the stream on Baker street With the wind in my hair and cold achy feet I stand alone in the cold grey dawn Waiting silently, patiently and all forlorn In the heat of a cold December night You

Father Poems you must read this Father’s Day

Father Poems you must read this Father’s Day poetry articles

He was the first man your eyes opened to.. The shivering hand that touched your tiny nose.. The strong arm you cuddled on.. His love that kept brimming but never spilled.. Those eyes that made everything seem within reach.. That

Dawn Wings

Dawn Wings short poem

Dawn wings glistened in the sun and the rain A story just rainbows can really explain, When silence is much more than the lacking of sound More an image of beauty that seeks to be found Where the sky meets

For Loss Of Words

For Loss Of Words prose poem

This is my portrait of you. It speaks to me in strange, colored verses, in whispered codes of ancient languages. I often get that illusion. You are not easy to ignore. I’ve long studied its dog-eared corners, one by one,

Forgotten Memories

Forgotten Memories short poem

He is an old man now, no longer tall, Shoulders hang, stoop low, as does his head. Hair is sparse, hardly covers his scalp, Teeth are worn, loose, and faintly yellow. Legs once firm and straight, now bowed and shaky.

No-man’s-land

No man’s land short poem

Sadness was invading my wounds. Again I will dip my fingers in bleeding heart to write a new poem. A scythe cuts a cloud that it was not. I reel under the unexpected rain of words. You go up on

Tears Were Never Sweet

Tears Were Never Sweet short poem

It drips – my ocean. One drop at a time from the eyes of a grey stone. Flows the anguish in a cave. A fallen grace from sky, flickering like an earthen lamp. Do not go heart broken into crowd.

Zaahir: The Quest For The Lost Emerald

Zaahir: The Quest For The Lost Emerald long poem

A frisson, a shiver, a sense of calm Settled on his shoulders as he espied The River of Remembrance, ‘twas a balm To his soul, so weary, he cried “I am saved, I am saved from this dark place I

A Misfit In Love With Miss Misconception

A Misfit In Love With Miss Misconception prose poem

Like every morning, he has just returned from his office and is right in-front of one of his roommate and so called friend’s lappy’; Going through all previous messages sent by her on Facebook. No doubt, his life has been

My Immortal Soul

My Immortal Soul short poem

Ray by ray comes to greet me The silver lining is a blossom free In the ultraviolet garden of sea As I look at myself, what will I be Day by day goes and leaves Like beautiful and colorful flowers

Eternity

Eternity long poem

Fingers entwined resting against an alabaster chin eyes, delicately framed by copper tone lashes, lost yet attentive to thoughts deep within her mind A faint hue of soft apricot accents cheeks while a gentle kiss of rose emphasises pensive lips.

Open Or Closed

Open Or Closed short poem

When it comes to you landing gently in your soul, and plants its loving seed. How do you accept? With a heart full of gracious thanks that wipe away all those long, dark and lonely nights. Or treat it with

Scrap

Scrap short poem

A silent whisper, I continue to be. A shadow missed, on the deserted street. A speck of dust, that nobody sees. In ancient trunks, and cobwebbed locks. I lie inside, a forgotten sigh. Through dirty nights, and foreseen dawns. I’m

My Silence: A Short Epic

My Silence: A Short Epic long poem

1 She is the tree green and wide abundantly dressed overflowing spreading her sleeves blesses all in her cool shade solitude teems with breezy songs I feel nearer God 2 That autumn tree from this window looks like a young