A Poem by Poppy Ruth Silver

She gives her heart freely
to animals who need a voice
to humanity who need empathy
she knows not where
the strength comes from
it is a natural part of her being
to give then give more
her heart seldom betrays her
only her fragile body 
weak and fractured
pale and lifeless
blood flows and flows more
drains and distorts a tired brain
a woman needs to own her womb
a woman has to know her womb
a woman has no choice but to surrender
lime green walls do nothing to soothe
minimal sunlight does nothing to warm
autumn, I hear you slowly creep 
into my room each night
heavy is your aura
colourful is your energy
you cling to my skin
a dull suffocation 
known only to those
who lament summer's death
I wonder if the change of season
is so unnerving to my senses
that well being deteriorates 
at the very thought of long, dark nights
crisp chills to the air for another eternity
I have to wonder as blood flows then flows more
a woman needs to understand her sorrow
a woman has to accept that waves crash on rocks
a woman has no choice but to sometimes surrender
to the bitter and brutal depths

©2015 PoppySilver

© 2015 Poppy Ruth Silver

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Women are considered deep – why? Because one can never discover any bottom to them. Women are not even shallow. – Friedrich Nietzsche

Women are beautiful

Posted 2 Years Ago

I like how nature is a symbol of acceptance, encouraging others to accept events in their lives, just as nature is unchangeable and always beautiful to behold.

Posted 2 Years Ago

to the depths of womanhood, and also a foreboding of fall and winter coming..

Posted 2 Years Ago

all the things a woman is made of....great write...

Posted 2 Years Ago

One of your best work I have read so far...speechless!

Posted 2 Years Ago

Such a beautiful portrayal. Very well penned.

Posted 2 Years Ago

Great poem!
Keep on writing!

Posted 2 Years Ago

a woman crying out to the wind,to right every wrong

Posted 2 Years Ago

I believe this portrays how a woman loses herself in the many "hats" she wears. Her soul becomes deflated, and soon she doesn't even see the woman she once was.

"I wonder if the change of season
is so unnerving to my senses
that well being deteriorates
at the very thought of long, dark nights
crisp chills to the air for another eternity"

Another mind absorbing piece, my most prolific friend!

Posted 2 Years Ago

Poppy, this is a fantastic piece of writing. Gut wrenching and haunting, but in the most matter of fact human way possible. Thank you for this.

Posted 2 Years Ago

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Added on September 1, 2015
Last Updated on September 1, 2015


Poppy Ruth Silver
Poppy Ruth Silver

United Kingdom

Merry Meet, welcome to my page. I write mainly poetry but I also write stream of thought prose. I also create spoken word poetry and have a couple of novels on the go (dust covered albeit;) My firs.. more..


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