Poems about grey


№ 1210639

The grey area

What a mess you've made
Of me
Cause i've spent so much time in your eyes lately
And i like the way you smile when
You're falling apart
Over last call at the bar
I swear you look at me like i just
Lifted a car
(surprised and confused and afraid and
When i'm raving like a mad woman about
Climate change and you keep the drinks
Coming and my heart
All night

The grey area
Is not where good love goes to die
It is where good love is never born
Thighs are kissed but hearts are not broken
And those of us who dwell there
Prefer it that way
(but i don't mind
If you stay)

Though i would have preferred
If you'd kissed me earlier
And hurt me less,
With you i always take what i can get
I want you to teach me everything you know
About making love
And weapons of mass destruction
(why do ugly thoughts consume such a pretty mind? )
Come here, baby
I am not the bad guy.

And i've been feeling restless
Like my chest is on fire
Thoughts twisted up
I told you with me its never enough
(and then it's too much)
Electrify me just to pull the plug
Don't you know it's better with the lights on?
I've never felt so fucking untouched
As i have these last few nights
Passion isn't patient
But timing is everything,
(i knew you'd change your mind)

T. m.

area,  grey.

Author: Tiffany Moton
Date: 07/04/2020

№ 1207108

Grey moody clouds - haiku

Grey moody clouds
The sun tries to shine on through
Winter is not far

clouds,  grey,  haiku,  moody.

Author: Haiku Donna
Date: 04/04/2020

№ 1205980

Stony Grey Soil

O stony grey soil of Monaghan

The laugh from my love you thieved;

You took the gay child of my passion

And gave me your clod-conceived.

You clogged the feet of my boyhood

And I believed that my stumble

Had the poise and stride of Apollo

And his voice my thick tongued mumble.

You told me the plough was immortal!

O green-life conquering plough!

The mandril stained, your coulter blunted

In the smooth lea-field of my brow.

You sang on steaming dunghills

A song of cowards' brood,

You perfumed my clothes with weasel itch,

You fed me on swinish food

You flung a ditch on my vision

Of beauty, love and truth.

O stony grey soil of Monaghan

You burgled my bank of youth!

Lost the long hours of pleasure

All the women that love young men.

O can I stilll stroke the monster's back

Or write with unpoisoned pen.

His name in these lonely verses

Or mention the dark fields where

The first gay flight of my lyric

Got caught in a peasant's prayer.

Mullahinsa, Drummeril, Black Shanco-

Wherever I turn I see

In the stony grey soil of Monaghan

Dead loves that were born for me.

grey,  soil,  stony.

Author: Patrick Kavanagh
Date: 03/04/2020

№ 1204693

Grey Facades

We took a drive. I had things to say.
My heart was aching, shattered.
I rehearsed the words throughout the day,
Believing that it mattered.

I met you then but I only saw,
The mask you chose to show.
If you were suffering underneath,
Then how was I to know?

I said,
" Your grey facade hides worlds so vast,
Naked flesh of fruit, beneath the rind.
Your future's informed by its turbulent past,
Full understanding; when you look behind. "

You said,
" You try too hard, you think too much.
You never live for now.
Wrapping words around the wrong ideas,
You miss the point somehow. "
"Stuck in place, because it's safe,
You're too afraid to grow.
If you had begun to change your fate,
Then how was I to know? "

You saw me within a grey facade.
I saw you within a grey facade.

We could not say more, it seemed sufficient,
That love is patient.
Love is kind.
Love is ignoring all that came before,
Loving only the moment.
That coin of the realm: elusive, bright.
Your grey facade hides
Such a beautiful light.
Love has many names.
Call any one aloud and I will answer.
I will come.
You will see.
You'll see me clearly, even behind this grey facade.

facades,  grey.

Author: wes parham
Date: 02/04/2020

№ 1203096

Grey Scale

Stuck in my head all day,
Thinking about things I already thought.

Forgetting that life is about more than just what we feel,
Because what if what I feel isn't even real?

This world is built on perception
But when you only see one side, there's no real connection.

I wish I could stop worrying about what happened before
And what happens next and instead experience now,
It shouldn't be so complex.

Just live in the moment and not feel so numb.
Stop ignoring all my problems
And waiting for them to be done.

The world around me is blurry as I zone in and out
And I go to that place in my head
I never tell anyone about.

I can't seem to wake up,
It's like I'm waiting for some kind of salvation
But the only real salvation
Is complete realization.

Of how I haven't lived in every moment
Even though I know time slowly ticks,
Inching closer to the last.

But I still waste my time letting my life go on past.

grey,  scale.

Author: Cassandra
Date: 31/03/2020

№ 1192992

Grey and Orange

Light breaks through the littered cinerescent clouds as I watch from a Windex streaked window

Tangerine incandescence fighting it's way through as dusk approaches

Warm rays caress my face through shadows of the evergreens that line the street

As if a reflection of a giant brass pot was being cast into my living room

Fragments of dust filter through the clementine colored air

Sitting cross legged on an old Chinese rug covered in dog fur

An old Japanese maple stretches tall and upwards

The stellar jays bask in this rare gift, hopping from branch to branch

The inevitable gloom and grey catching up

Ashen warfare surging on a daisy farm

A sense of malevolence runs through the clouds

A split screen between the high spirits and the melancholy

The Castor and Pollux of the skies

Like a giant wondrous creamsicle threatened of being swallowed up by the smoke

This contention sends them blissfully unaware of the eclipsing nightfall that is upon them

Twilight enraptures the heavens, ending in nebulous sovereignty

grey,  orange.

Author: Sean Briere
Date: 22/03/2020

№ 1192707

Grey Canvas

I stare into your eyes,
As they stare through me.
A blank grey canvas,
Staring through infinity.

Your skin is pale,
As white as snow.
Where your mind is,
No one really knows.

How long ago,
Did you lose control?
When exactly,
Did you lose all hope?

The tiny holes,
All up and down your arms,
Sites for the injection,
You never meant any harm.

But now my heart is torn,
And bent out of shape.
It pains to see my best friend,
With such a blank face.

canvas,  grey.

Author: Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Date: 22/03/2020

№ 1192350

Grey (10w)

Dull and bland
But it leads me
Something New.


Author: SexySloth
Date: 21/03/2020