Poems About: SILVER
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
25.silver roses in bloom
petals dance in the wind,
silver roses swaying,
the words write themselfs out,
i love you baby, read more »Alicia Roseberry
26.Gondola That Sails Silver Now
Gondola that sails silver now
On the small woodland stream
Blessed by the moon’s silver read more »Emmanuel George Cefai
27.So where's my silver lining?
I ofetn ly awake and wonder
while outside the stars are shining
well, on this earth someone sure loves me
and he's called my silver lining... read more »Nitya Pillai
28.The Silver Fairy
The Silver Fairy, under flowers
Stands; holds apples, hidden powers.
Adam his rib, Eve the fruit.
Gone, rejected bible loot, read more »Alice Anne Gordon
Silver moon silver moon
Stately in the sky
When the stars fade away
When comes the morning light read more »Bill Simmons
Once inside a prison
With a face of chains and bars
I put my arms around her
And dissolved into the stars read more »rawden lewis
31.my fair silver maiden
Oh my fair silver maiden
I see your eyes in the stars that light the dark,
Your hair in the swaying summer grass,
Your smile in the majestic sunrise read more »cameron bird
“Tune in next week, same time, same station”
How those words so frustrated me
Why did they always need to ration
Time with my hero, who elated me read more »Stanley Cooper
Thirty pieces of silver; Dear Lord what a price..
And His Saviors Scarlet Cloak, they wagered with dice..
Thirty pieces of silver He threw on the ground..
And He cursed the high Heaven, with a language profound.. read more »John Leroy Maxwell
34.Jim Hawkins's diary
every boy grew up must go to the sea
home sick, mother's warm embraces to me
Lily, I love you please just wait for me read more »Mohammed Hassan (Piracy In The Mediterranean)
35.The Silver Dollar
You gave me something, grandpa
A coin of silver - flat and round
But it doesn't whirr or whistle
It cannot make a sound read more »William Bayless
THE BABY moon, a canoe, a silver papoose canoe, sails and sails in the Indian west.
A ring of silver foxes, a mist of silver foxes, sit and sit around the Indian moon.
One yellow star for a runner, and rows of blue stars for more runners, keep a line of watchers. read more »Carl Sandburg