Silvery Poems | Examples

Silvery Dreamscape

With your silvery dreamscape ajar, 
I catch glimpses of the stars.  
Let me be dotted in your constellation— 
not a star, just dust in your imagination.  
But never tell me I’m your aberration.

With you near, the world hollows,
like a lotus husk on an iron pole.
Be my stability— 
the foundation beneath me,
so I'd never fall.

Be my stability… 
then one night, the sky admits:
You were never my astronomy,
just a light that borrowed my eyes  
to look bright. 

You and I are not meant to be.
The sky comes crashing down soundlessly,
my soul dragged away by tides.
You are the stars—
beautiful, but only to gaze at,
never to hold.

Shadows at Twilight

I haven’t always dreaded the approach of night;
I’d loved it, in fact, for its mysterious ways
And how the darkness would seem to swallow the light
That manages still to shine its dazzling rays,
Bathing all in its path in silvery white
And giving everything a porcelain-like glaze.
     Now, though, as the day comes to its destined end
     I shake with fear at what the shadows portend.

It was not long ago when in the dead of night
He came to my room and loomed over me,
His face familiar though it was against the light,
He ignored my tears and most earnest plea,
So while my room was bathed in silvery white
He defiled kinship and violated me.
     Now as twilight brings the day slowly to end
     I brace myself for what the shadows portend.

November 3, 2024
Baguio City

In the evening hour, when silvery tears embroider your delicate cheek

In the evening hour, when silvery tears embroider your delicate cheek,
The celestial blue from the depth of your eyes, lost stars,
Gently rest upon the tender altar of love that binds us,
A fragile bridge suspended between the white peace of summer and the tumultuous heart of autumn.
We thirstily drink the mysterious elixir, a nectar not even the gods have dreamt of,
Plunging into the hesitant echo of a prelude to an unimaginable end,
Reflecting our lives like in a crystal within the murky and deep waters,
Slyly we nourish our beings, hurried to heal from the eternal hunger for love.
The night scatters stars across the firmament, shyly announcing the coming of dawn,
And somewhere, in this vast cosmic theater, I softly surrender in your arms,
A tableau of dreams, concluding my saga in the all-powerful love that envelops us.

The Silvery Night

The Silvery Night
       Above is a canopy
       Studded with many thousand glittering stars
       The vast sky
       The rays of the golden ball
       Gild the darkness of the night

       Greener surroundings
       Appear to be in black
       Yet decorated with many
       Flickering lights
       The fireflies

       Mysterious sounds of the 
       Night creatures
       It is a melody with no lyrics
       The cool breeze moves around
       With much ease
       Words don’t come easy
       For me to explain
       The beauty of the silvery night.

        Poetry by Tiny Sahabandu

Silvery Moon

Tis here where it all started, do you remember
Young and innocent we were, under the silvery moon in it's celestial splendor
Arms wrapped around each other, oh how could I forget
Then you moved far away, I sadly do regret

Years later we are back on this lonely bench just like before 
As the sweet fragrant breeze of midnight fills the air so petrichor 
Illuminating the sky, the silvery moon looks down in awe

Wrapped around each other's arms, eyes locked up in a mysterious glance
He reaches for her hand, the lovers start to dance
Cotton candy clouds swirling around in a mesmerizing trance
As their minds connect in a midnight romance

Flickering stars, no musical beat
Dancing to the tunes of their thumping heartbeat 
Swinging her hips from side to side, feeling his warm embrace
Turning and twisting, her golden tresses wraps around his face

Drawing him closer, her lips beckoning for kisses
As their bodies meet he grants her her wishes
Souls in unison, lost in a world of love's delight
Kissing and hugging, hearts shimmering bright
As they continue to dance under the silvery moonlight

Silvery Moon On Riverside

moonlight stoically 
     pours  silver on riverside
        dry river cries dust

By the Silvery Light of a Moon

The Southern Cross’ trajectory across
the night sky marks the hours that come to pass.
Her prone figure no longer an hourglass;
by the silvery light of Phoebe’s* gloss.
I cling to the edge of the bed, toss
and turn—my reminiscing turns to farce.
Hebe† has long since fled and passion is sparse.
As inscriptions on wedding rings embossed:
‘May our love last forever and a day.’
Eos, turn me into a cicada black!‡
Unlike lovesick Orpheus,** I’m not fey
and I would definitely not turn back
for another round of intimate play.
As lover, she had given me the sack!
I endure constant flak 
from my mates down at the pub over pint
that I’m in a terrific moral bind;
inspiration is slack.
If only we could turn back aging clock:
Oh, Selene,†† you might espy lovers who flock
to her bed and lose track.

Tinted Strand of Wisdom

TINTED STRAND OF WISDOM

The day my eyes beheld
the sheeny silvery strand
almost had a nervous breakdown

was it not just yesterday 
we recited nursery rhymes
and danced in the rain

yesterday when we wore oversized 
shoes and baggy clothes 
that mama bought us for christmas

yesterday when we were just
girls who had gabfests filled with 
giggling about the far future

oh there it is!  
the very first grey hair
glittering and standing proud

like a trophy about to be
presented to the winning team in the
glaring view of the teeming audience

first thought was to pluck it out
but at a second glance
saw art in the mind's eye

it's just a strand
not the official opening
of the floodgates

it's inevitable and means nothing
ultimately the beautiful 
melanin hair will one day turn grey

no need to conceal it
not only does it get finer with age 
but it also comes with insight

A Silvery Fish

A seagull flew by
With a fish in its beak,
A sight which, to others, 
Might not be unique.

But here by the river,
Where I sit a bunch,
I never have witnessed
A gull with its lunch.

That silvery fish
Was, just moments ago,
Swimming, quite unaware,
In the waters below.

Never thinking its life
Would be ending today
In the gut of a gull,
Not the pleasantest way.

In Manhattan there always
Is room for surprise
For you never know what
Will pass right by your eyes.

Silvery Splattering

While in my boat upon the blue sea,
It rained nonstop for endless days,
And I missed the birdsong in my tree,
And the sunshine's warm, golden ways.

But musical rain lulled me to sleep,
When at day's end, I closed my eyes,
With frenzied rain and waves so deep;
And I dreamed of pink marmalade skies!

But all things lastly come to an end,
In due time after running its course,
And I awoke to sunshine, my old friend,
Deep golden and warmth's last resource!


Written on June 3, 2020
Splash Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann

By the Light of the Silvery Moon

By The Light Of The Silvery Moon

Man seizes the ramble of a wayward moon,
Echoes clear its pale look melancholy tune,
It lends a trail took before of song and face,
Man ambles in the real feel of its sung grace,
Glimpse that all the creator has caused to be,
Harmony feels to express nature's beauty.

2019 September 26

*1st Place*

Any Poem You Want to Write 50 Words or Less
~~Caren Krutsinger

Silvery Lake

a silver lake
sporting loons-
singing thrush

Silvery Dawn Butterflies-

Butterflies - A Haiku

Oh silvery dawn
A mad butterflies flies
because of the bees


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Silvery

silvery gray creek
encircled by spring green....
lovers steal a kiss

Luscious Light of a Silvery Moon

The luscious light of a silvery moon…

Beams down while waves lick the shore…

A soft wind caresses and you feel…

A state of pure bliss that seems so real…

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