Poems in Colors

Grey was neutral until the TRG gang claimed it.

I wear Grey bandanas in the summer for work;

I cannot help it if my demeanor leans back.

Grey is dull; a mood that swings back and forth.

Grey is maturity; my grandpa’s hair is completely

Grey almost White, that’s from his life’s experience,

a full set too!

Grey is a mixture of Black and White colors.

I drive a Grey car now; never mind, its Silver, surfing

across the hood is Grey paint spots…over sprayed!

Recently, I bought a pair of Grey Puma low-cut

sneakers, with Grey jeans, and a Grey T-shirt to match

with Green money.

Grey skies before it rains, Grey clouds when it thunder’s,

Grey days to follow if no sunshine after the storm.

Thoughts could be Grey if not pursued with interest.

I have no interest in reading 50 shades of grey; one shade

is compromising enough.

Different tone and variations of Grey throughout an art

piece by Josh Wigger I owe.

Did I mention I look stylish in Grey apparel; you guess

right, another favorite color.

When we die Grey will become our corpses before rotting

in our graves; Grey, it’s not everybody’s look.   

Author's Notes/Comments: 

GREY, are you OKAY?

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nightlight1220's picture

This made me smile. Love the

This made me smile. Love the 'matter of fact attitude you wrote this with. Very comfortable read.

...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


SoulKritiC's picture

Grey was my moment..

I'm glad you saw the attitude behind the piece! It was definitely grey! Lol..Thanks!