Autumn's many colorful moons seen through the lens of a camera,
I see beauty and color everywhere.
As a child,
I did not know there was a harvest moon.
I loved watching the full autumn moon,
as it seemed to change colors.
Autumn's many colorful moons seen through the lens of a camera,
have changed over the years.
What has made this change?
The huge night clear sky is not as clear as it once was,
the full bright moon is not as bright.
Do we see the change year after year?
Do we even care?
I weep for the beauty of olden Autumn days,
a more peaceful time.
A bright full moon and clear night's sky,
that was once seen through the lens of a camera.
The summer season
The couple laid on
The lawn chairs staring
Up at the dark sky
It was a warm eve
The full moon was bright
The stars were shining
They looked like diamonds
As they were staring
At the moon and stars
The couple held hands
Content being together
The bond of love strong
Their two hearts are one
A whisper, a mere breath ~
tenderness in its many forms.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Weekly Poetry Challenge 50 words Exactly July 27, 2026-August 2, 2026
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A silent silver ball
On the heavenly sky,
It paints a rounded doll,
Where hidden wonders lie.
The shadows softly creep,
Whispering in the air,
While hidden secrets sleep
Beyond all earthly care.
A balm for weary eyes,
A mellifluous grace,
Beneath the starlit skies
It finds its rightful place.
A crystal path I paved
to the realm of futile triviality
along the contorted contours
of the disguised desire
where intrepid roses bloomed
amidst the spiculed cactus,
the scent took me on mirage trail
to the oasis of reverie.
In the motif of morphed image
in my unclosed eyes
the lanced landscape turned
into a garden of glory.
The fringe of flying clouds
captured the colors of horizon’s pallet,
the beguiled breeze conducted
the captivating concerto of twilight
for the ruby moon to rise.
Within my deepening dismay
you in my orbit gleamed
with moonshine grace,
while the floating tinsels of silver dust
fluttered like fairy wings
on your silhouette face.
In mystique night you came enticed,
drifted with argentine flair
in the amorous aurora
of the sequined moonbeam,
lifted the shroud of secrecy,
entered my forlorn abode,
where I dreamed,
I was the full moon in your sky.
the spotlight is yours
stars lose their twinkle power
as you steal their glow
Large pearl lost in dark sky
The full moon softly
glows. Its buttery-gold rays cast
shadows in my mind.
My darling, its full moon tonight
From deep and darkened blue
The moon shines down so dazzling bright
Reminding me of you
The lullaby we sang along
Plays in my weary brain
The sounds of the bells, ding-dong
The angels come again
You’re one of them, who came to care
You’re smiling from the skies
And looking up to see you there
I sleep with open eyes..
On a serene full moon night in January
With sprinkling stars in the clear sky
I held you in my arms with gratitude and joy
Now my baby, as the years have passed
You have become a guardian for us all
You are very special and I want you to know
That you are loved beyond your imagination
Just as the very first day you came to me
You are still a great gift my adorable son
It’s a simple and ordinary day,
There’s no reason to wish it a brighter way.
A fake smile and gestures I relay—
There’s no positive; just be okay.
There’s a shift, subtle yet hard to define,
He’s simple, but something in him shines.
A blank face, rarely offering a smile,
Yet somehow, he gives my heart a butterfly.
He’s one of the reasons I can’t explain,
The cause of a heartbeat that won’t remain plain.
His smile—rare, like the full moon’s light,
His steps make my world feel right.
Almost three years, still stuck in the line,
He’s far ahead, not quite mine.
Not in the middle, not even a part—
I hope, if it’s possible, there’s still a start.
I used your name today
The title that binds me to Earth
Nobody dares question why
I'm blessed among the diseased
What would it take to change who I am?
Money, HRT and alcohol?
The demon here, she whispers
"Raise your arms and call your name"
The shell I was born into
Turns from the warm sun again
Could I resurrect your husk like a corpse again?
Could I pass and live as the full moon again?
The flower
The full moon
The priestess
The princess
Could or would you
Understand?
Did I want you?
Or want to be you?
At the time of ethereal elegance of twilight
when a voluptuous moon radiantly brimful
lolls low upon the silvery serene sea,
My muse from yonder ethereal realms
appears to me like a paradisiacal dream
evoking an aura of mystical ecstasy
like the Northern lights of luminous draperies.
She glides gracefully toward me
like an elusive wreath of smoke and
gathers me in her embrace like a silken robe,
I take her, as one would take a reluctant bride
with gentle persuasion and resilient arms.
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sky cracked
hunchback
window
spills glow
fades bed
moon wed
nighttime
bars line
sleep tears
sleep fears
brim full
hollow
After we met, the tables suddenly turned.
I finally have what I've always yearned.
After that Full Moon Scorpio in May,
When I cried 'cause of a certain day.
Now, right after the Full Moon Taurus night,
We grew closer, heard each other's plight.
I stand on balcony where we always smoke,
I look at the moon, remembering every joke.
I smile, with a tender love, solemnly wishing
That someday we will share everything.
I love how much you are the same as me,
I love how you set me free from old misery.
Every time you go home, I never sadly worry,
'Cause I know you and I are a true love story.
I look at that train station beneath the moon,
And I know I'll always see you again soon.
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