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Moon Social Poems | Social Poems About Moon

These Moon Social poems are examples of Social poems about Moon. These are the best examples of Moon Social poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

Details | Free verse |

Where Shadows Refuse to Dance

Locking the door is useless,
for he has a key...

Will that sliver of light
become a wider slice tonight,
or not?

Bed sheet covers are but flimsy barriers,
easily thrown off
by hands—

Hard working hands 
that roam where they should not

Tuck you to bed,
tell you a fairy tale before you sleep,
kiss you good night.

They all hold different meanings,
they always do.

The moon is a silent witness,
peeking through the windows,
where shadows refuse to dance...
but creep
Innocent eyes of a doll
that weep

“Shhh,” he says
“This is love.”

But the pounding heart,
the screaming mind
know otherwise.

This isn’t love.
It never was.

The moon can only scream in silence
with her.

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The sun crashes in,
dissolving the darkness
but it never matters,
for the nightmare continues...


She’s there at the stove, cooking
eggs sunny-side up
He reads the newspaper 
with a smile

Yet tears start to pool
as a timid voice says,
“Please, Mommy...
Why don’t you believe me?
The Boogie Man is real.”





September 16, 2011
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Details | Free verse |

THE FULL MOON BLOOMS

Tonight, the full moon blooms
And foils the looming gloom.
The remnant doom from noon
Has lost it's bullish tune.
And embraces dusk's eerie cool.


The village square it illuminates
Arena of moonlight tales of late
The little ones gather and wait
While the elderly engage in debates
And the goats noisily ruminates


The bright night, lights sparks
Of bliss and joy in trees' barks
The tall iroko whistle in parks
Where young lovers end their tracks
And skimpy skirts lose their tacks
 
 
The son of perdition frets unsure
The thief in the night fears exposure
The pirate sailor steers from ashore
The night fisherman denied action
For the kind light bathes the ocean


Tonight, the full moon beams proud
As the town crier makes his round
Belting forth a piercing sound.
While the town's chorus echoes loud
The stage is set for the yearning crowd


Details | Free verse |

The Sun, the Moon and Her

Curse the Sun for its demise
She was only seventeen
	but so much older than the rest
She knew naiveté
She knew it did not last
She sold up on the girl
	and gave a woman's glance
Then the world was a token
The stars bitter broken
She gave to levity
To dam the damned from running free

How dare the blinding Sun rise
She was only twenty-one
	with more future than a past
She looked up and she looked low
She paced the present fast
Then the earth stood still
The stars became a thrill
She took from far below
Where nakedness and shadows grow

The Moon soothed the Sun's lies
	and gave a glow of what had been
She could flee but didn't run
She was only twenty-three
	Let her hear.
	Let her see.
	Let her feel.
	Let her be.


Details | Free verse |

Night

Darkness stalks the evening sun shadows flee 
The streets, the moon and the stars illuminate 
The night from their power station in the sky 
But neon signs and florescent brights fornicate
their presence  

Bittersweet sorry delight this is the majesty 
Of the night 
And in this realm of darkness come men with 
Barren conscience cold there stories yet untold

Of visions quest and serenade and dreams they 
Hope the night unfold 
Some will speak with tangled tongues and fill 
Te air with daunting sounds 

But when the magic of a darkened sky spills
The fragrance of the night 
Some will hear this tender call and from a 
Heart where truelove dwells answer to the 
Moon that swells 

Bathed in the bouquet of a swollen moon 
This heart now full of freed emotion plays a 
Melody of unchained devotion
Love brings me to this place of hope

That man fear not the darkened sky
This prelude to the morn 
But light the shadows in their soul 
And so embrace the wisdom of the day 
That we might see a dawn 



Earl S. Jackson 


Copyright © 2010 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved


Details | Free verse |

Adages Pt. 1 (the cloud)

Adages Pt. 1 (the cloud) 

I am just baggage to the world 
Cast away and forgotten 
An entire life 
Waiting for something 

Every so often a random passerby 
We exchange formal soliloquy 
Just talking to ourselves 
Wondering if anyone really hears 

They always keep a lock on my eyes 
To desperate to admit sad truths 
Pretend they’re giving me sound advice 
When just quoting old adages to themselves 

They say 
“Follow the sun, 
For in the light shining upon all 
You will find the way” 

The same response 
Every time runs through my head 
“What of the clouds 
Stealing the light from my eyes 
They always gather around me 
Darkening my life 

“And what of deep night 
Where I sink into despair 
Alone and sinking in a world 
Where no one seems to care” 

They don’t seem to hear my words 
Just keep ranting their securities 
All the while shaking like leaves 
In the harshest of autumn winds 

I wonder if anyone can hear me 
Or if I even hear myself 
Can anyone see me? 
Hidden in this cloak of clouds 

I begin to feel comfortable 
As my worldly self 
Begins to drift away 
Comfortable with no sun 
To burn my skin red 
Or to guide my way 

I’m locked into a perpetual night 
As the oppression of my clouds 
Absorbs the light 
Sun and moon and stars 
And I’m left with nothing 
But four walls 
And a roof 
And a little stool to sit on 

I don’t notice any more random passerby 
Just as they never noticed me 
Just quote my old adages 
Some god created just for me 

“Stay in the clouds 
A safe haven from the pain 
I have no need 
Of ever finding the way 

“The world has spoken its ignorance 
And has finally cast me away 
I’m tired of endless clinging 
And the guilt it brings my way 

“If the life in this world 
Revolves around an endless rhyme 
The sun and moon and stars 
I have better places to spend my time 

“A room of nothing 
No windows or air to breathe 
Just a feeling of numb contentment 
As my soul starts to bleed” 

My conscious mind had made its final pitch 
And it is off to the races 
But I’m moving so slow 
So slow


Details | I do not know? |

Lost in Society And Hate

Lost In pain like rain in the sun,
you are the pain and I am the one,
Today is the day we shall see if love is for you and me,
run away with me now,
for love is our strength,
run away with me now,
for pain is our way,
run away with me now for today is the day,
love is lust as we are week,
gain strength in our hope as we are to be,
I love you sweet darling of mine, 
I can see that for sure as I look in your eyes,
as the moon glistens off your lips I can see your love,
lost hope in the world that we know,
who needs it any way since we got love,
run away with me now,
as the wind blows your hair moves silently,
as the moon glows,
when ever you smile my love for you grows,
together we can make it this I know,
as the water tinkles in the river near by I grab your hand,
and tell you good by,
the hardest words I have ever said,
I love you my love and please don't be sad.
I must move on to another life,
this one is lost and I'm loosing my mind,
run away with me now our love will grow,
together we can move on this I know,
love takes two but I don't want to loose you,
through the happy and sad we have made it my love,
eight months now and we have went past lust,
run away with me now for you are my light,
in all my years I'm the saddest tonight,
good bye for now I love you dearly sweet words from a thug,
I will miss you sincerely. 


Details | Free verse |

Adages Pt. 3 (the hierophant)

I can see the web of lies around me
Constructed by the spider in my heart
Just a manipulator
Playing its games with my life
I promised myself
As only a fool can
That there could be a safe haven
Calm within the eye of the storm
When it was only a trap
Set so perfectly on me
By myself
The ignorance of the world has always astounded me
Confounded me
Even as I ignored it in myself
Just felt the need
To find my own way
In a life that was never too kind
To the stranger
To me
I don’t know why it is always spinning
Think I’ve created this hell
In the image of a world left behind
Just another contradiction
Another manipulation
Another one of my lies
I made myself so cold
That I forgot to be angry
For what everyone did to me
Forgot to be forgiving
And to look the other way
Now I’m just a nothing
Forgotten to all
The opposite of what I needed
Or ever wanted
I am ready for the change
I am ready for the knowledge
Black turns to grey
My blue skin to red
As I shout and scream
A realization
A new found adage
Of how it could have been
“I never needed the light of a sun
To guide me on my way
Never needed a hope
To feel that I’m okay
I don’t need to rhyme
To impress the people
Who’ll just waste my time
I can go my own direction
To any place that I desire”
A hierophant is blooming
With no hope there is hope
And no need for a following
Just a contradiction and a knowing
Tomorrow will be
As always
Another day
The shift in the world around me
As drastic as black to white
Day to night
Reflected sunlight
As the moon makes itself known to me
And all the contradictions coming into focus
Becoming the world in which we all live
We feed on each others lies
And create our own
If only to fool ourselves
Into a state of relative bliss
Into a joke 
We’re playing on ourselves 
I don’t want the sun 
And its insistent heat 
I don’t need the clouds 
Or the people that I see 
Wandering around like dazed puppets 
Numbed on the drugs of old 
I just want to go my own way 
And to question what we know 
The moon in all its mystery 
Its quiet grace 
Greets and bids me fair tidings 
Hoping that something will treat me well 
A lone friend in a world 
Full of followers and beggars 
Fakes, frauds and any assortment of contradictions 
And this moon smiles
Gives a nod of approval 
It can see me 
Breaking out from behind my clouds 
And shining into the world 
A second sun 
A light guiding my own way 


Details | Narrative |

O God, The Rat Has A Phobia!

The rat tiptoed to the house, picks up a thread
While the soft spoken black cat is, still, in bed
Sleepy, but, she is to battle it, to win, for today
To gain her breath, in solitude, for another day 
 
At first, she will fetch water, from a sacred well
Passing through the silent field of fears, of hell
While the sympathetic morning moon watches 
And giving her consoles, with uplifting touches

Of hopes, to warm her shaken, but noble heart
From the cold of early morn, that torn her apart  
Before the fading moon could bid her goodbye
Her tiny feet has swollen red, like a chicken fry

The rat sadly waves her bye to the fading moon
She kisses gladly the first crow, with her broom
To sweep the scattered butts, of Marlboro Light
Before favored kitten come, and give her a fight

She uses her magic matches to light the sticks
Delicately set at the center of a three big bricks
Eggs and bacon, with riz Cantonese to prepare
The boiling silvery pot, patiently, waits her care 

While the family feasts, the rat runs to the room
To fix the beds’ pleats, and then, she will zoom
To clean the ruin of wars, on the two slab tables
Before, she finds herself drown, in little bubbles

Her paled skin got burned, from the blazing sun 
While the soft spoken black cat enjoying the fun
Of watching, the afternoon entertainments show
That the rat never sees, for she has list to follow 

But, before the day ends, the poor rat was bitten
By the soft spoken black cat, left.....right up to ten 
That made her soul cries, under the mango tree
Hides her tears, in the dark, no one will ever see

Only when the soft spoken black cat’s gone away
Thus, the rat feels happy, for she has time to play
In a world, where no creatures exist, but, just her
She now lives in illusion, in her own, fake laughter 

The rat has beaten many times the first cockcrow
For the soft spoken black cat, not to live in sorrow
Till she left her, nothing, but full of fear and wraths
Forever haunt her, even if, she takes dozen baths

O God, the rat has a phobia, ‘cos of this black cat
Won’t you ever pity seeing her sleeping in a mat?
Or when somebody, with shot, scratches her tail?
For I cannot stand, seeing how human beings fail 

 



Details | Ballad |

At This Heart

A child is dead in the heart of men
a lonely grave sits unattended
who do such a thing I heard them say
to someone they had once befriended
who would have the child abandoned
i look to the gates and the fences unmended
i seek all these answers when i kneel to pray
but what's left to say
despite meaningful words I still dismay
this lonesome grave sees no flowers tended
when the baleful moon rises another day ended
but this grave is still unvisited
sadness and shame to this day
when all good men did nothing but pray
god should have stayed
but remorse is lost on those not here
i speak of course of men ruled by fear
for there is not just one grave unattended
there is more than one sin unmended
down beside this tomb i solemnly lay
when moon rests high and out goes day
this child called integrity is dead
doubt and vanity has taken its stead
this child called Right has been felled by Wrong
this grave is unseen and unknown
i lay here too, because the guilt is also my own
this grave at the hearts of all good men
what once we had we will never have again