Short Silvering Poems
Short Silvering Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Silvering by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Silvering by length and keyword.
the
blooms
silvering
shimmering
in
patches
of sunlight
daubs
of colour
midst
the frigid
frost
of
fall:
cursory
change
shapes
all
our
lives
Autumn Highlights
the
blooms
silvering
shimmering
in
patches
of sunlight
daubs
of colour
midst
the frigid
frost
of
fall:
cursory
change
shapes
all
our
lives
Chills silvering down my spine
Cold sweat down my forehead
Trepidation coercing through my limbs
Teeth shivering; skin crawling
Pure unadulterated fear;
And then with great force
And beautiful agility
My husband
steps
On the little
spider!
soft summer night settles
like a page turning itself,
quiet, unhurried.
moonlight lingers
on the edges of thought,
silvering whatever it touches.
rest comes easily
when the day has been kind
and the mind has been creative.
When earths abundant harvest, nature displays.
Then farmers will face, ever shortening days.
As wet days of summer, change to shivering chills.
Swirling light snow, veils those far distant hills.
With white hoar frost silvering, autumns dead leaves.
And long icy fingers,crystallizing on eaves.
9/ 24/ 2015.
Jack Frost tonight goes on the prowl,
As winters gloom now frosted scowl.
Cold snaps those fingers, when Jack brings,
Kisses on cheeks with frost-bitten stings.
Frozen bones and an ice cold nose
Raw winds bring snow, that's when Jack shows
On frozen panes he carves his name.
Silvering trees, brings our wild acclaim.
Tomorrow get ready, it's much the same.
12/ 2/ 2015.
Rain drums softly
on the little apartment roof,
thunder walks across the sky
like an ancient village festival drum.
Lightning blooms for a second,
silvering the lonely room.
Far from family,
far from familiar streets,
a young man sits by the window
with a cup of hot tea in his hand
and for the first time,
his loneliness does not feel empty.
It feels like life
quietly teaching him
how to become his own home.
EVERY DAY
the ticking of the clock
a future promise...
EVERY DAY
the daydream,
a deep glimpse
silvering fragments
through a lattice
imagination takes hold
its wings await...
EVERY DAY
asleep,dreaming
ingenuity
imagination takes hold
its wings await...
EVERY DAY
the ticking of the clock
plucked from memory
rooted sorrow
imagination takes hold
its wings await..
EVERY DAY
the ticking of the clock ...