Nonwhite
vestiges
of heaven's fine brew
fate are magical items
that grow like flowers over tiny
ayes in painting spells that happen
repeatedly or that
include
a sudden on-
set of
yearly belov-
ed small
snippethood.
Aah Beloved Moon ! Into a river of ferns you
make me swoon —
too soon I drop into mossy depths where
silvery you follow my deepest breaths
slippery is this solitary embankment
with turquoise Venus Love Fragments
radiating nature’s arty essence in
Presence ~
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Honorable Winner : Allpoetry
Short Verse Image Poem : April 26
Lucifer, light-bearer of Venus morn
From fire and flame and wisdom, born
To protect our hearts and souls from loss
And encourage our minds to develop the most
Regardless of belief, with intentions true
I'm happy to share this world with you
In the hopes that one day, we'll all be free
To express our love for Him, joyously
Luminous jewel,
sphere illustrious
an imminent charm,
bright glow of love enamored
morning or evening star,
nebula’s composition redefined
named of the goddess who
by she enveloped our thoughts,
quotes, desires and hopes
ambiance eternal inferior
no moons for comfort,
only soft wispy, sulfuric clouds
enshroud and protect
in her celestial dance hall
ebon silhouettes abound,
volcanic pillar’s interior
Venusian mistress
Venera, radiant planet,
orbits and swirls about
Influencer, wife, sister, mother,
always a lover all in one
gracious and graceful
epiphanl presence,
astro star, Keats "Bright Star"
forbidding essence,
she plays in another’s
intrinsic magnetic field
for she has not one of her own,
grant her repose
from the hot lava lamps
of her orb’s abode
Her name was Venus. She was the matriarch of astronomy; clouds of gas and a thick, ribbon-like atmosphere guarded her from the chaos which surrounded the Milky Way. Her surface was rocky, yet she made sure no human would ever step their feet onto it. Asphyxiation didn't seem like a pleasant way to be robbed of life, and she admired her effortless beauty too much to want it colonized and distributed by the human race. So, there she remained, limiting her admirers to a mere glimpse, like she was an antique passed through her family's bloodline. On a night where she felt a bit more daring, she'd allow humans to view her in the night sky, like a child taunting a dog with a bone. No, she wasn't that cruel. In a world of dictators, she was only Chicago's mayor. For these reasons, she is viewed as Earth's older sister. She's not rude, simply in a later stage of development, moody, and alluring, yet a wonderful companion.
Bright and fully warm
Her aura invites and speaks
Looking for a mate
Your Phosphorus, twinkles as the morning star -
lovely Venus...how beautiful you are.
Your Hesperus, sparkles as the evening star -
how enchanting to see you from afar.
Named for the Goddess of love, divine,
when the sun is up, still you shine.
If one knows where in the sky you're residing,
he can see you coyly hiding.
Poets, you would always beguile,
but now, scientists, too, find you worthwhile,
sending crafts to sidle by your side,
immersed in atmospheric carbon dioxide.
Up close, your beauty transforms to doom,
Our probes, your heat will instantly consume.
Is it fiery love, passion, or CO2?
See what a greenhouse gas can do!
I dreamt it in stone
whilst I softly slept
unhurried thoughts
as others wept
exist as one
that is the dream
but the dream is undone
kneeling and wretched
prostrate on the ground
serene and believing
salvation found
by the light of the moon
it's possible to see
the most favoured
most becoming
version of me
I've taken up space
fashioned as ornate
with no way to speak
as a protected state
but thoughts run rife
impossible to still
what bodies can't encapsulate
within the shape that they fill
my bones tell a story
my mind doesn't understand
I agreed wholeheartedly
as horizons are scanned
let me be enveloped by the sandman
lost in a faraway stare
just outside of time
perhaps my purpose lies there
Imagine living on the planet Venus being one’s own
King and Queen Venus
Galactic atmosphere
Romantic ultimate vibes
Committability
Chestnut Loins on fire
Kisses among the Stars
Love privacy
Enchanting hand holding together
Venus being victorious
Together as a force
Setting our own boundaries
Adam and Eve Principal style
Venus describes our romance as V-VARIES, E-ESSENCE, N-NATURAL, U-UNITY and S-SERENE
Every thought, moment and soul surrounding being never apart
Venus intrigued with desire
So much promise
Love honest
Venus today into tomorrow shooting us through our own Milky Way.
the birth of venus
immortalized on canvas
by a great master
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
When the moon weeps in the clouds bitterly, The pole star appears in the dark sky, Mistaken that star for the morning star,Venus , The pearl merchant starts his long journey, The thieves captured him as a prisoner, He has no way of escaping from them, His family business has shattered at last, when the moon weeps in the clouds bitterly.
I remain in peace
anchoring light through the dark
Venus in my heart
Upon our wicked heads–rain down
Your lovesick gift;
Of cloudy birthright,
Enthrall my vile seas–
Make heaven of
This autumn forest;
I wait to rot
Amidst your trees.
Placed : 4th : Standard Contest : Tania Kitchin
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Venus dropping chandelier dreams
Jupiter glides catching cocoa creams ~
I met Venus in Brockwell Park,
the air was calm, sweet as prophecy.
A book lay in my hand—
The Hammer of Witches.
She passed, her voice a soft enchantment:
“That book looks interesting—what is its name?”
I placed it in her hands.
Her eyes lingered. Intriguing…
We sat beneath the English Oak.
She asked if I believed in witchcraft.
I smiled—I read mysteries,
because reality hides there.
Her lips curved—then maybe I am a witch too.
We both laughed, shadows dancing.
Then her voice lowered:
If I tell you who I am,
perhaps you will run.
She whispered—I am Venus.
Born of Uranus, from Saturn’s blade.
Her words carved the air with sorrow.
Yet when I met her gaze,
our souls remembered.
I told her, I am Apollo,
the god of light and music.
Silence deepened—
our eyes locked, and worlds collapsed.
No flesh, only mind,
a burning union of ancient fire.
We flew through the sky of the soul,
witch and god entwined.
And when the vision ended,
only one truth remained:
When you see Venus,
you will see Apollo—
for in the end, we are one flame,
forever burning in exile.
Looking out my back door as the day slowly dies
the sun bleeding colours across the endless skies
of all the hopes I ever had
I never knew would come through
I was hoping for something would show me what to do
watching from my window the night was on the rise
the moon spreading silver above the cloudy skies
of all the dreams I ever had
I never thought would come true
I was dreaming of someone would tell me what to do
hold on to your dreams
(the planets and stars)
and you can fly to the Moon, Venus, Jupiter and Mars
followed my heart wandered into the night
with a case full of hopes wishes and desires
down the path less traveled 'twas a starry sight
and there at the beach I understood
I could be whatever I wanted to be
if I held on to my dreams
and remained true to me
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