Silver Poems | Examples of Silver Poetry

In the mystery of the dark and vast night, the blizzards of forgetfulness cry in silver verses Under the dome of the sky carved in living stones, I stand alone like a bell of thought forgotten in secrecy Time flows in circles of fire and forgetfulness, and I am a flame burning in its own ashes My soul...

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When the truth comes forth, even though they say it's not... it will stand alone! ...

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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...

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In love and in you, lunar wings fade like spectral silver gliding gently, In the dark abyss of an obsidian sky, refracting dreams of a lost realm, Sliding and undulating through opalescent glass, like a window hiding truths, Sprinkled with pearl dust on your hidden face, between curved lines and lips of longing. Like Selene floating on red waves...

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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...

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"When nature exceeds culture, we have the rustic. When culture exceeds nature, we have the pedant." -Quote by Confucius ---------------------------------------------------------- feminine luxury favored high-pitched tinkling at feet ...

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In the silence of the night, when the moon weaves its silver veil over the world, the word "love" floats like an ancient perfume, spilling from songs and painting itself on the enchanted canvas of dreams, whispered like a prayer lost in the breeze of the quiet wind. They tell us that love is the light that keeps hearts...

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In the silence that wraps around me like a mantle of silver mist, I step lightly, Without the need to prove anything to anyone, without the desire to seek validation, In that sacred space of the soul where the echoes of the world dissolve into silence, A place where my story no longer needs to be told, nor...

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On a silver morning, when the sky drips its light over dreams, the poet walks the path of art, a road of stars woven with whispers, where sages shake hands with shadows, and the soul becomes a harp of wind, singing of infinity and hearts that open like flowers under the sun. It is a silent symphony of desires,...

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In an old-time real-book-with-pages feel in his day, Robert Louis Stevenson wrote 'Treasure Island', in his own inimitable way, and tho' I know I may be wrong, he could not have been pulling Long John Silver's leg, as John would not have had a leg to stand on, for, with his crutch (plus parrot), and I quote, 'He had still a foot...

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In the silence of the night, when stars weave their silver webs across the deep sky, my thoughts flow like a river of light, carrying with them echoes of memories, words that were once just grains of sand in the desert of a forgotten silence, refrains borrowed from old books, without the weight of a true soul. They sounded...

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A Hall of Mirrors ill conceived With dark reflections to deceive From front or back and side to side Each look impounds what time proscribes Were you looking in or looking out When Alice voiced her final shout A dozen clonings a thousand views The glass your jailer — in silver hues (Dreamsleep: June, 2025) ...

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some black and white birds light black shades on silver pond summer neat arvo...

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Silver I was looking around the room and you were there. I saw a stranger with silver hair. I just wanted to know your name. Maybe our age might be the same. I’m not sure if I have the courage to ask you out on a date? With city lights, we could walk hand in...

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