#silverpoetry

[silverforestry]

Wrestling

I live between

The rolling and the bashing

And the rocking and the crashing.

In the short bursts when the wind and the waves catch their breath.

A fleeting glimpse of the end…

Before the waters awaken again. Roar again.

Teach me to be still again.

[stories-of-silver-nights]

deliverance

[junkomori]

Silver Poetry, Spring Fever, 2020, 555g. Forged Fine Silver 999. Just finished this piece for a special artist. Small but mighty. I love working with the contrast between polish and unpolished extremely white surfaces. Happy weekend everyone! #silverpoetry #finesilver #999 #springfever #silversculpture #hammering #polishing https://www.instagram.com/p/CGIDHF9noi3/?igshid=li53p4enxas4

[saadiah456]

Silver

This world is cruel and cold

I am worthy... Or so I was told

I am Silver... But she's Gold

This world is tiresome and tough

I am Silver... For you - never enough

She is Gold... She gets all your love

This world is a meander of madness

Where those who try their hardest

Are forced to suffer in silent sadness

Secrets are hidden and lies are sold

Very few know and very few are told

Silver is far more precious than Gold

~ Saadiah

[torahorphanscenteruganda]

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[silverforestry]

Just remembered the time me and a few people I know made a “friendship book” for a friend of ours filled with art and poems and cards and stuff as a way of saying “we love you, pls don’t kys”

And I wrote a two-stanza poem about healing from trauma and seeking a brighter future

And then she sort of distanced herself from us after a few months and started obsessing over gender identity and relationships (which was hurting her and causing her to dissociate a ton) and getting into some really weird stuff, so I wrote a second part to that poem and it was about self-destructive habits and I submitted it to my school’s literary magazine.

Anyway, y’all are the first to see the whole poem together as intended. The first two stanzas were my portion of the friendship book (there’s been some stylistic editing), the last two were in my high school’s literary magazine. “But” is in brackets because it did not appear in the publication.

Broken Things and Breaking Wings

By Anna Silva Silvestre

Broken wings now graze the sky

As fallen feathers whisper woes

Fade to nothing, asking why

With answers only Heaven knows

So one more flap and one more leap

As one more feather fall in vain

All the while, the darkness creeps

And leaves another dismal stain

But as the tides approach the shore,

Waxing with the rising moon,

A graceful flap sees new wings soar

For light and time, they heal all wounds

Black marks now bathed in warmest light

Those questions, feathers now rescind

With broken wings reaching new heights,

The sky sings reason in its winds

[But] feathered wings of empty strength

Will never take you very far

For wings of that fragile sort of length

Are apt to suffocate in tar

The skies, they cry for broken wings

That long to join eternal song,

But open not to tinfoil kings

Who toast with poison sweet and strong

The many faces in their glint

Are dimming shards of squandered days

Spent leaping for the night sky's mint,

While dripping of that pitch-black glaze

Starlight drowning in those pools,

Our avian is rendered blind

By tinfoil shine and plastic jewels

To which her focus is confined

[silverforestry]

Home

Sunshine rising in my heart,

Chains dissolved and wiped away

Cracking layers peel apart,

Unveiling long-awaited day

Singing skies spread colors out

To paint the morning o’er the night

Thick pigment covers every doubt

And turns my eyes back to the light

[silverforestry]

Bike Ride

Rusted chain amidst

January butterflies

And sweet dying breath

[silverforestry]

Burnout

Crumpled tear-stained pages

Fall gently from the grasp

Of limp fingers in surrender

To apathy

Mediocrity

They say

She is the 99th percentile

An A-minus grade

A silver medal walking

Across life's stage

To claim her place in the shadows of

The greats

They say

She will go far

She knows Her value is nothing

More than the numbers etched in

Her eyes

No longer a daughter or

A friend

Merely the sum of

What she can

Achieve

And never enough

Crumpled tear-stained pages are

Her bandages

Her price tag

She carries on

Not human

Just

A silver medal walking

[silverforestry]

Friendship Bracelet

Silver beauty is a collar

Memories charge golden dollar

Pearly thoughts now suffocate

And weigh on souls with futile freight

Blind eyes guide hands through thorny gorge

And cast their hearts to hevel's forge

Shaping links for iron chains

And draining water from their veins

Shackles bind them to their debt,

Chaining feet to where we met

[silverforestry]

Every Child

It is still raining

Like branches, I keep swaying

And still, you are here

[silverforestry]

O, Bleeding Heart

It is one thing for a heart to break To turn stiff, go brittle, and shatter To become a pile of small, unfeeling daggers

It is quite another for it to tear

To watch the fibres stretch and twist, See them hang on for dear life Only to snap One By One

To dig into its outer crust and Pull the pieces apart As though it were bread; To feel the two halves bend and fold So they can never fit together again

To withstand the echoing sound of it, Like a long strip of paper, Being shredded in two Seemingly without end

… I suppose it's for the best

A beating heart, however torn, Is better than a broken one And though one piece only knows sorrow, Another only knows joy

But when the time comes To tear once more At what remains of my tired heart

I wish it had been glass

Because at least Broken hearts Never bleed

[silverforestry]

Prodigal

beloved child silver crown and white robes adorned daily encouraged, uplifted, long reborn but the crown is tinfoil and easily torn and the robes will be stained by the eve she carries on with pretty words and playful dance so they never see her chains

queen of fools she turns the key again and hears the metal clang as her shackles hit the floor she forgets the pain too quickly in fascination, puts them on and thinks herself nobility until she trips on them again

caged lion ferocious and strong or so she's told but who can see the veil around her soul? she steps back into it again and again and wonders why she feels so tame

ungrateful sheep always in sight of the flock but somehow always astray the shepherd picks her up brings her back she wants to stay but she will shift her gaze and run away again

beloved child when will you learn that the gift you've been given cannot be earned by tinfoil and bleach you squander it so often and neglect so easily that it was always meant to make you

wise ferocious repentant redeemed devoted shameless renewed

FREE.

[silverforestry]

Awake

Eyes wide open, bright and new

And blind to all behind me

Faced away from every fear

And doubt that used to bind me

The turning is stained with ink,

It’s time for something blank

And stumbling forward, I find me feet

With open eyes to thank

[silverforestry]

Brain Fog

Cerebrum-bound bees

Rhythms making my head spin

Here. My soul abuzz