If you need sweeting up
I have been dipped in honey
will give you every drop of it
in my sweet songs
Will you sing along?
come along and have fun with me
on this flat land we run free
no hill will stand in your way
And i’m rolling in this - space of time
thinking your son is - way to kind
to be a son of - any kind
In awe of you and all you are within
I had no peace from the beginning
so, nor i care to end without
stories taste better over time
especially with a silver soul like mine
I miss the way we shared
wish I had better prepared
for the parting of our ways
I miss your face
You asked for my permission
don't think there is a further vision from greed - than you
I agree with you
Through the veil of mist, stars weave stories in whispers of silver,
Illuminating the path of shadows dancing on the edge of the dream.
Rivers of time flow through valleys of memories forgotten by the world,
Where each moment weeps its tale in echoes of longing.
Trees stretch their arms toward the sky full of enigmas,
In their foliage, the wind sings ballads of lost hearts.
The moon, queen of the night, spreads her veil over our dreams,
While silence dresses the earth in its cloak of mystery.
Beneath the sleeping earth, roots seek sources of truth,
While the flowers of dreams open in the light of the cold moon.
Each star is a hidden wish, an unspoken secret,
In the dark universe where light dances with shadow.
Dawn brings with it a new beginning, but also the end of a dream,
For each morning, the magic of the night is reborn from the ashes.
In our hearts, love weaves its eternal stories,
While time whispers answers from forgotten corners.
Dusk fell like dust.
And in the hush of the night
Stars twinkle in splendid formation:
There an Orion, or a Little Bear
Or the famous Pleiades.
So many glitters that dot the vast sky,
In essence a melody superbly charged,
Like magic fingers on an enormous scale,
Delightful arpeggio eliciting occasional sounds
Into an allegro that has one great maestro:
The silver moon that directs all
Into a masterful sonata as its rays
Penetrate on lovers as they dream
Or make love in their various restful places.
Hush, I see many on their sailing boats
Their sail cloth glimmering in silver hues
Upon the vast calm waves of the ocean
With movements of contrasting moods,
A waltz that is so refined in splendid silver sonata.
Of beauty and dreams that fade on sunrise.
In the dance of conscious life, death wears its silver mask,
And beneath the veil of darkness, a hidden life flickers softly,
If we closed our eyes, blindness would be a sublime gift,
We'd see how we fight for subtle, ephemeral illusions.
In the silence that embraces us, reality unveils in the dark,
A vast and profound universe, beyond our petty dreams,
Where light no longer penetrates, truth is born from chaos,
And we see how we've lived for chimeras, for faceless shadows.
The mind's eye opens only when the light dims slowly,
And in the absence of brilliance, we see the essence we always missed,
In the eternal night, we find answers to unasked questions,
For only in darkness is the magic of unknown, pure life born.
Thus, in the flow of consciousness, we lose ourselves in unexplored depths,
We find a profound calm, a peace born from obscurity,
And in this secret silence, we discover we're more
Than mere shadows dancing on the stage of the fleeting world.
Quicksilver tendrils
inlaid rivulets flow through
the inky blackness
across the ocean
sunset sends silver shimmers
breathtaking closure
Gentle lapping waters
roll sequentially onto shore,
like tiny crystals sparks, highlighted by the shining sun.
Blackened tree stumps
stand
like soldiers on watch.
A pelican,
skims the surface of the lake,
in search of tasty morsels lurking beneath murky waters.
The lazy dog basking in the sun
lifts an eyelid;
Undisturbed,
he resumes his peaceful nap.
Camp fires send spiralling smoke puffs upwards,
carried away with the wind,
followed by another smoke signal.
The sandy banks,
with mounds of trodden turrets lay in wait,
for creatures on dusk patrol
seeking nightly nourishment.
The setting sun slowly sinks,
sending sliver shimmers across the lake.
Again, nightfall descends.
Another day closes.
Imagine yourself as a Color Poetry
Contest //Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
( 1st Place )
Written: August 15, 2025
I am the hush before a winter dawn,
moonlight cloaked across a sleeping field.
I catch the sun in quiet particles,
mirrors of truths you never thought to hold.
I am the glint in a falcon’s eye,
the frost that seals an unspoken vow--
quiet , steadfast,
yet quick to strike into light.
Full Moon Hiku 48
full moon mounts high
silver light dances on waves~
dreams softly unfurl.
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Seven silver snakes
suddenly slither southward
seeking summer sun.
For: ROLLING WITH THE Rs Poetry Contest Sponsor: Nette Onclaud August 4, 2025
*****
Room rent
is beyond me,
trees do not grow money
it is said, sadly Leprechaun's
will not share their gold with us common folk
and the pirate's are not talking,
but I found their treasure
map; trade for just
room rent.
Is there a 'you'
in the middle --- the center?
Reality is always shuffling the center.
in order to seem
it is consistently hard-wired.
Short answer – nothing is happening.
When we look at the convex back
of a silver teaspoon,
the image seems to be more than we can see
through a flat reflection.
When you consider
what the mind is showing you,
you have already lost your place
in the so-called center.
This is yet one more thing
not to think about.
When the truth comes forth,
even though they say it's not...
it will stand alone!
On an autumn evening, when the sky weeps with silver stars,
I wander among the shadows of dreams, enveloped in mystery,
and art, like a silent priestess, whispers stories to me,
about unseen truths, hidden in the silk of time.
Each moment is a canvas I paint with desires,
and my palette is a rainbow of undefined emotions,
coloring my soul with shades of the unknown,
while truth dances on the edge of my gaze.
Like a dream that cannot be caught but endlessly draws you in,
art shows me the search as a path to the self,
where each step is a verse carved in the stone of eternity,
and each breath is an echo of an untouched world.
In the silence of the night, when thoughts float like blue smoke,
I let myself be carried by the waves of time, in a sea of questions,
and art becomes my compass, guiding me to the unknown,
where truth is a distant lighthouse, but always present.
Thus, I lose and find myself in a dance of paradox,
where each lived moment is a gateway to infinity,
and in this endless quest, I discover the essence of life,
and art, with open arms, embraces me as a friend.
I've been to a few strange places in my day
some hotter than the hottest spot on the sun
some colder than the coldest crater on the moon
and all the while I was looking for someone
looking here looking there I was searching everywhere
now I found you you are the one my searching days are done
for my heart made up its mind to love you
when we were oceans apart and worlds away
took a boat across the water and yet
I don't regret a single day
no more cloudy skies had more than my fair share
love will prevail now I've found a haven in a heart that cares
as you'll be my shelter from a storm warning
(calm waters, safe harbour)
you'll see me through to a new day's dawning
I'll pass on the weatherman I forecast my sun shining
don't need my fortune read I foresee a silver lining
yes I've done some crazy things in my lifetime
been to hell and all the way to the back of beyond
with not even a handbasket to carry me there
and all the time I was searching for someone
Specific Types of Silver Poems
Definition | What is Silver in Poetry?
Poems Related to Silver
white, bright, sterling, pearly, pale, argent, lustrous, resplendent, silvery, plated, silvered, argentate,