Poems by silvershoes

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  • Cool wind blowing through my hair
    Smells of earth and sweat...

  • Is there a word for having no words
    I’d like to think contentedness stole my...

  • Good Day (7) 4

    The smell of pancakes in the morning
    Humming in the kitchen...

  • If you make room for me,
    I'll live...

  • Floating in infinite black
    Stars are stars...

  • Rays burst between peaks
    Melting snowcapped mountain tops...

  • You who laugh at poetry and shy from anarchy,
    claiming logic while lurking in shadows...

  • Hero (2) 1

    I feel safe with him,
    usually...

  • They say healing is in the forgetting, so I tear...
    It doesn’t take much...

  • The Wait (4) 4

    I saw my love standing there on the edge of cliffs...
    She turned to look at me and asked, "Desmond, are...

  • I find pain in the forgetting.
    He’s lying on the rim of the tub...

  • Do you think the moon longs for the earth; longs
    to kiss his rolling hills...