Silvery Poems - Poems about Silvery

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

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

Silvery Souls Soar

Their spirits sift through the ages
Soaring swiftly in song
Kings queens prophets poets
Martyr and messiah
Tattooing tongues teaching teal truths

For ages they are anxiously awaiting 
YOU 
The one who will pick up that torch
Glowing with orange golden fire
Blazing bequest that
Still burns bright despite
Time tearing at tissues

Souls setting sails persevere 
Even in death and
Rather because of death 
Launched

In the land of silvery mists, where dreams touch the ground

In the land of silvery mists, where dreams touch the ground,
A being-abyss struggles, wishing to rise in docile flight and facing a deep fear,
Striving to be a fruitful field, the most fertile version of its essence,
While the shadows of insecurity cast it into the amphitheater of blooming thoughts, to crush it.
As the depths of the

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 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

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

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

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

A Slice of the Moon

A slice of the milky moon
Sits silent on a clear, calm night
So quiet it feels almost colorless
A rising breath of shadows on faith
Filling the dusky hush with inspiration
Grace that lifts souls to new heights
Replaces darkness with reassurance
And ignites the fires of dancing promises
Breaking through the nocturnal wars
Of melancholy and dread, furious black!

Stars shimmer, lighting up

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

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

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

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a silver lake
sporting loons-
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