Earth steals
the Moon's shine
curving line
sun-cast torn form
a divine misery.
Throw Heaven's
human scheme
hemmed within
the earthly show
fairer than the skies.
(Blackout of At a Lunar Eclipse by Thomas Hardy)
OCTOBER SKIES
MY LONG-AWAITED VISIT HAS FINALLY COME, WHERE I EMBRACE MY BIRTH MONTH AND TAKE IN ALL THE QUIET MAGIC AND BEAUTY OF MY OCTOBER SKIES.
UNDER THE SILVER MOON AND WAILING WIND THAT SOUNDS LIKE A HOWLING WOLF, I LOOK UP AT MY OCTOBER SKIES AND WONDER WHERE LIFE WILL TAKE ME.
OCTOBER IS THE CULMINATION OF ANOTHER YEAR'S ACCOMPLISHMENTS, LOSSES, TRIUMPHS, AND MEMORABLE MOMENTS, ALL DOCUMENTED AND FILED WITHIN THE VAULT OF MY HEART.
THE STARS ABOVE ARE THE ONLY COMPANY THAT SURROUNDS ME IN OCTOBER, AND IT'S THE ONLY TIME I FEEL SERENITY AND PEACE AND FULLIMENT.
OCTOBER SKIES. MY LIFELONG FRIEND, COMPANION, AND CONFIDANT.
This bond of our hearts, so deep and true,
You are mine forever, and I belong to you.
The weather tonight is a beautiful sign,
To finally whisper that your heart is mine.
I have loved you wildly, with all that I hold, Giving you my heart, a story untold.
I am lost, I am crazy, in the warmth of your grace,
My entire lifetime, I want to spend in your embrace.
This bond of our hearts, so deep and true, You are mine forever, and I belong to you.
Yet, your memories burn like a flame in the dark,
Leaving my sleepless nights without a spark. My soul yearns to talk, to hear your voice speak,
Whenever your thoughts make my defenses weak.
Without your presence, I am an unfinished song,
But with you by my side, I finally belong.
I want to live every breath watching over you, Hiding you safely in my heart, away from view.To pour out every secret I've kept inside,
And keep every promise, with nowhere to hide.
Our connection runs deeper than the oceans wide,
Everywhere I look, your face is by my side.But without you now, my world has gone gray,
Come back to me love, and bring back the day.
This bond of our hearts, so deep and true, You are mine forever, and I belong to you.
If I knew how to make the clouds dance,
I would teach them to waltz across vast skies.
They would never dissolve into nothingness—
And they would always inspire searching eyes.
If I knew how to make the clouds dance,
I would be a musician of bright notes and vivid colors.
I would take them by the hand like friends,
So they would never grieve as lonely drifters or lovers.
I would teach them how to be like the swans,
Moving gently with grace as they glide.
A composer floating endlessly in the lake of dreamers.
"Note: AI image generated to complement the themes of my original poem."
The mind of man expands its
eager grasp,
To chart the heavens and the
depths below,
Unlocking wonders from the
iron clasp,
Of centuries that vanished long
ago.
A monstrous birth, a star that
burns too bright,
The sudden flood that reaped
the valley clean-
All signs of wonder in the
shifting light,
The strangest omens that the
world has seen.
The page is turned, the ink is
dark and bold,
A vast creation waking from its
sleep,
As great, portentous stories are
resold,
And secrets rise from out the
quiet deep.
The world grows larger than it
was before,
With boundaries that stretch
beyond the eye,
A great abundance knocks
upon the door,
Beneath a vast and unpredictable
sky.
Syllable Structure: 8, 10,7,9,6,8,8
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Stars sparkle, scattering silver,
Silent skies glitter, serenely sublime,
Distant diamonds, divine dance,
Glittering globes gleam, glowing gently,
Brilliant beacons burn bright
Whispering wonders to whole world,
Fanciful fantasies flow fast.
Into the mist,
swallows vanish—
distant skies.
"Note: AI image generated to complement the themes of my original poem."
soft baby blue sky
accents floating white clouds
and smiling sun
The air starts to shift and turn cool
A gentle whisper, nature's rule
A softer light begins to gleam
Reflecting in a sleepy stream
A scent of earth, a hint of frost
Where summer's vibrant bloom is lost
The sun descends in golden haze
Through shortening of passing days
A silent setting starts to weave
That only souls who watch believe
The trees in robes of russet dressed
Their leafy crowns now put to test
The fields are bare, the harvest done
A resting time for everyone
The scent of wood smoke starts to rise
Beneath the vast darkening skies
A comfort lies in the night`s chill
As the cool breeze stands deeply still.
This autumn breath, prelude to frost,
To winter`s advent, never lost.
A clear, sunny day
A brick falls out of the sky
It was just bird poop
the sky opens up
our sorrow in us known
as weeps thousands
Miraculous ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ stone
Against ¦¦¦ blue miraculous skies,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ towers and turrets rise
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ arches that enthrone
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ wonder of the skies.
Softly ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ spreads its wings;
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ belfry sings.
¦¦¦¦¦¦ Ascension Day ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ shadow of those wings!
(Blackout of At Burgos by Arthur Symons)
They are rufescent with fury.
Hissing stridently with horror,
They post words of wailing vigilance through
Parched gullets.
Glows run amok amid drunken spells of
Hysterical lustre
Fleeting shards of wobbling light
Pierce the earnestness of a grieving dawn,
Blinding the essence of insistent courage.
Early warm ruddy presence is
Dissolved by the warring flames of
Hostile tree-threads singed with hate from
Jungles that hoot, flee and crackle, fanning the
Embers of a fuming climate.
I am the warm embrace that breaks the chill,
The steady anchor when the waters rise,
I am the quiet peace that cures your ill,
The golden truth beneath untroubled skies.
I hold your trembling hand against the storm,
I guide your tired steps into the light,
To keep your fragile, weary spirit warm,
And watch you safely through the darkest night.
I am your faithful shield, your closest friend,
The heart that beats in rhythm with your own,
I promise I will guard you to the end,
So you will never have to walk alone.
Step closer now, and let me lock the door—
I am the surgeon, and you are on the floor.
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.
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