grey
Learn more about other poetry terms
Haiku 2024 #1
A grey April day
Waiting for the sun to shine
So the earth will smile
Susan Maree Jeavons
Missing you comes at the most unexpected hours.
I have no idea how?
But you have left traces of you all over me and my life, that,
Even this sky looks like you,
Then how can i say goodbye?
Is grey your favorite color?
The shade of stagnation
The memory of disappointment
The sky on the worst of days
Grey like the colors of your heart
The grey from stormy clouds
As I spilled the crimson petals,
The air around me, began to fill with it's fragrance.
And as the sun began to set,
It's rays painted the sky in diff shades of colours.
But the sunset that I created,
Who am I?
For I flow, down the stream,
and fall into a docile dream.
Stagnant, and inert
I am but a fly.
A sitting and watching pest,
who searches, yet finds no next.
Lost, and Frantic
The grey eyes open
Broke apart the grey
Feeding me information
Showing me
Sealed back up in red
Lost back in time
Formlessly repeating evolving
Hand and arms reaching
Gold tribal inbody
Yeah, well,
no one's ever
accused me of being an optimist.
Besides,
my face hurts
when I've smiled too much.
The world still
seems
mostly grey.
my thousand pound heart
lie dormant in my chest
feeble now from the effort
bumbling softly through my sweater
I don’t notice the warmth anymore
cold wind stings my cheeks red
Dear Grey,
The stormy clouds,
The people you enshroud
To the color of a dull and blunt blade
You are the dusk,
The color of dust
You are the rocks on the bottom of a rough river,
Oh look at the trees
the leaves fall every day
the trees dont blink an eye
leaves are meant to be this way
So why do we care
about the words someone might say
about the look of a stare
I’m sitting here
In a fairly comfortable leather-coated office chair
Surrounded by grey walls
Grey walls that neither excite nor inspire
Grey walls that match the color of brain matter
Today. Today I question myself
Who is in my life?
Who cares? and Who holds me back?
The answer awaits
You see, for me to ask that
I would need to understand myself
What do I want?
50 Shades of not just Grey By: Vivian Ngo
There’s only 6 colorson the spectrum.Red, Orange, Yellow,Green, Blue, and Purple.That’s how I was taught.
The sky is dark the land is still
The moon peeks over a distant hill
An owl begins to screech in the night
A lone wolf howls, bathed in moonlight
The leaves rustle as the wind starts to blow
For the most part, I am okay.
But there are times when I feel blue and grey.
Instead of feeling lively and fun, I feel dull and there is no sun.
And when I'm feeling small or down,
I walk to
somewhere
on this grey day
within my life of shrewd colors
grey
In the grey
clouds above
I spot a flash
of light
We live in a world that's black and white,Wrong and right,And that's okay,Because I am a different shade of grey,
Today I saw a squirrel
and I named it Peanut.
I don't know why:
he just looked like a Peanut,
as in the name and not the food.
He was squat and round,
grey whiskers poking out across
I feel like I am falling
out of the sky,
down from the highest point.
But there are always higher places.
and lower.
I am sinking into a world
that is too hot and crowded.
The sun goes back down
Days turn a bit longer
Time passes much slower
Grey tinge fills the air
I'm stuck and defeated
Downthrodded and beaten
Torn and split on emotions
Love is a state the disallows logic
you have not the luxury of such black and white
when you love, you love
Love is a state the disallows logic
you have not the luxury of such black and white
when you love, you love
The first day of middle school, dread and fear.
This is what started my eighth grade year.
I knew no one, not one single friend
You can't know meYou don't see my every angleEven the pictures I’m inHide the heart behind the skin
In the pitt of subtle sadness,
black is a shade.
in a state of eternal madness,
grey starts to fade.
in fixated state of purity,
white is a shade.
in the aging maturity,
A change has been made.
They think that I’m redThe kind of crimson that comes from loud mouths and smart remarksThe scarlet of sarcasm that stems from quick witFrom quips that taste like fire and sound like flame
It takes a while. Speaking. Writing. Communicating. These are all things which people take for granted. Luck. Something which does not come easily to me. Ouch! Unfortunately, this simple word is said a lot. Almost daily. Too often. Brain. Head.
It was only a time to
The fallen tribe
But I,
I lost so much.
The string that first unraveled
My days are blurring over
Everything turning into one dark grey
The thoughts I think all different shades
Cool, Dark. Subtle, Sudden. Shocking, Gawking…
The greys chase eachother through my mind
I'd rather see beauty in the flaws on the faces
than have it all washed away
washed away in the rain
People are colors, not shades of grey,
but colors combine to make grey anyway.
