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james Dec 2019
do you remember when i was made of gold? these days i much more resemble tarnished silver, buried bronze...
i dont fill these shoes anymore, i barely remember how they felt to walk in
these old words dont stick to me anymore
praise lives in the past, and i wonder
what am i worth now?
trophy series-4
Tatiana May 2019
Gold shines just as brilliantly as silver or bronze
achievements for the greatest of them all
standing on podiums, they show-off their medals.
Well gold, silver, and bronze shine
just as much as tin or iron
even the cheapest of plastics can be made to reflect light.
Will your champion know what is really gold
or will they be distracted by how it glitters?
No, not all winners are fools.
But the best of them all can determine
the metal of their medals.

There's no real structure to these poems, but that's okay. I like them just fine.

alexis Apr 2019
i fell in love with you because you were gold,
dazzling, brilliant, a comfort few can afford.
and i also fell in love with a silver heart,
a few less stars in their shine, but soul glimmering with humility.
i settled for second because i believed i was bronze;
the last place in a race, the dull brown of pennies
but where you saw me as tarnished brass,
i was their fool’s gold.
and you grew ever so dim that day
when they proved their weight
in so much more than you.
inspired by “weight in gold” by gallant.
Star BG Mar 2019
I wear a medal
received in the Olympics of life.
Gold for family
who has run the mile with me.
Silver for my perseverance through
challengers of self-worth.
And Bronze for my gifts
of writing that has expanded over the years.

Yes I wear my medals proudly
as winner in life
moving in the breath of gratitude.
Inspired by patty m thank you
Z Feb 2019
i'm studying numbers, i'm lost in the summer
an insect in the amber of your eyes
my affect is my answer, baptize
me in your smoldering bronze,
the sweat on my palms is not enough
to wash away the past
IncholPoem Jan 2019
Bronze  Dragon

People  are   hungry.
Suitcase  full  money
only  can  purchase  an  egg.

Tha­t  egg  became
more  popular
female     model  in online.

That  is
the  ghost-economy.

Father,  mo
is  trying  to
****  their  ­ son
by  police  and  poison .

Villagers  are
   supporting   them.

the  supporters  becoming
more  fake
than  act­ual.

This  is
the ghost-family.

By  opening  a
box, a  Chinese  dragon
toy threw  fire  towards
    a  customer
except  the  original
bronze­  Dragon.

  This  is  
the  ghost- eCommerce.
Rowan Elizabeth Dec 2018
I'm a commodity
most cannot afford

every piece of me
is expensive

my eyelashes,
draped in gold

my teeth,
molded of pearl

my heart,
cut from ruby

my hands,
spun into silk

my hair,
a waterfall of bronze

every step I take is glamorous, elegant, enchanting

beauty was born
into me
CeilingStar Jul 2018
I am Autumns baby

my bones align every Autumn season
I come alive, rising from the earthy soil
I'm Summers poison,
my blood all hazey sunsets and leaf mulch

It's just something about the way the dawn and dusk shaded leaves flutter delicately onto my bronze barked skin
and the way the forest breathes, shedding it's summer shroud of green, canopy now thin
anticipating the snarling undertow of winters frosty bite
how the branches twist their arms and fingers,
reaching up to the light,
sky as blue as my doe eyes

the sunsets are all for me, low and piercing,
using her fiery fingers to stroke my face
I dance naked with the birds, the trees and the sun, a blur of grace

I'm all variations of brown, with the occasional pop of green
my lungs house my earth and its flower children, in my rib cage built of twigs with a magic sheen
my hair cascades like a molten copper mess
I'm a reflection in a lake, beautiful crystal but a construct you cannot caress

luke warm, barren branches and burning peat
crows, shimmering sunsets and crunchy leaves under your feet

I am Autumns darling

Its something about the earthy air, I feel it deep in my bones
Danielle Jun 2018
Twisted silver
Aged divine
Horsed gallop
Priests beg
Gold flowers
Grow on
Bronze designs
Spent a lot of time in college looking at Inlaid Bronzes, the technique fascinated me, and the intermingling of religions.
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