Silver

I don’t think I’ve ever gone a day

Feeling like there was somewhere I could go.

You’re just a sliver of the want to be gold,

Or not quite the right sweater.

 

Because a tear is just another paper doll,

And the only time I breathe in life,

Is when I feel steel, or look up to stars,

And ride with eyes that do not know me.

 

Eyes that wander, and think I have beauty,

 Like noise rain makes on damp wood.

I wonder if they would listen to my voice,

If I was less softened, and wore longer skirts.

 

A dull word is just another dull sound,

Lace up your boots and catch our bus,

To hear them march and say the same,

Words after words they don’t even hear.  

 

Madison street is where I went,

To see eyes that looked in their own

direction, and a shade of white

they don’t dare wear on this night.

 

Reviews

[Sharon L.H. Kelly]

"You're just a silver of the want to be gold", a powerful line. Congratulations on your contest win! Well done!

[Chi Nichole]

i loved that line. that was amazingly done. you did a very nice job with this. keep going

[K. Louis]

"And the only time I breathe in life, is when I feel steel, or look up to stars,
And ride with eyes that do not know me." -- Lovely lines. Nice imagery

[Ravyne Hawke]

I chose your poem as 1st place because you have some of the most unique and original imagery of all the poems I read. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this piece and will send out RRs to my friends to read it as well. Great job!

[Rose Kavanagh]

Lovely poem, somewhat quirky and unique, but you definitely have promise as a writer. Nice work! :)