Moon Concrete Poems | Examples
These Moon Concrete poems are examples of Concrete poems about Moon. These are the best examples of Concrete Moon poems written by international poets.
The Khasis
and their living root bridges,
woven whispers of time,
a testament to patience
and respect for growth.
The Santhals
and their vibrant saris,
each thread a story told,
a tapestry of dances,
a chorus of ancient songs.
The Gonds
and their painted walls,
stories etched in ochre,
a language of the earth,
a legacy of dreams.
The Todas
and their gentle herds
a symphony of bells,
a rhythm of the mountains,
a peace beyond words.
The Siddas
of Karnataka's hills,
a whisper in the wind,
a pearl of wisdom in their eyes,
a connection to the stars.
The Naga
and their warrior grace,
a symphony of drums,
a dance of fierce devotion,
a spirit unyielding.
The Jarawa
of the Andaman Islands,
a connection to the sea,
a whisper in the waves,
a rhythm of the tides.
The Rabha
and their bamboo flutes,
songs of love and longing,
a melody of the forest,
a dance beneath the moon.
The Bhils
and their bow and arrow,
a hunter's heart and soul,
a respect for the wild,
a harmony with the earth.
Oh, these are the things that whisper in my soul,
even in the city's clamour.
In their enduring wisdom,
I find my own.
Molten
Waxing waning
Symphony in 27 skies
Lunar skies as Nakshatras
Of moon and our earthly lives
In this variance, is a hidden order
The lovely play of reflected sunlight
This light as reflected; never scorching
Now sun arrives as a melody in harmony
Moonlight is said to nourish all vegetation
Moonlight activates flavours and fragrance
Moon skies 27 or 28 have attribute; nature
Moon said to be our Mind, turning the tides
If solar is as father; the lunar is the mother
The moon flows in our body in breath Nadis
The inhale exhale the Ida, Pingla as cosmic
Lunar as reflections, the moon is reflecting
Moonshine further illuminates every Being
Melting, fleeting, fragrant, traces of silver
The one that is reflecting as multiform
............From Upanishads:-
..................... A....single
.................Being-Self,
...............there is.
..............IT dwells in each and
.............every being, uniform
.. ..........and yet multiform...
..............It appears like
................the moon
...................in
...........a
pond...
o how
i love the
gentle shape
of a crescent
moon overhead
hanging in the sky
amongst the stars
how I adore the
idyllic shape of
a crescent moon
way up high
in amongst
the stars
Submitted on February 24, 2022 for A BRIAN STRAND VISUAL CONTEST sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
AP: 3rd place 2020
Originally posted on May 9, 2019
I
am half
of you,
forever not
really me
Although, I
shine on into
the night, I am
not as bright
without you. We
are bond together,
forever with this
black canvas that
enlightens it with
a mass of flickering
stars. We work
as one. O, I
hate nights
when it’s just
half of me
without
you
The ocean was destined to dance,
But what happened to the moon!
Whose evil eye has caught
The full moon of fourteenth night, Bordered by the black clouds,
O! Night,
Open your eyes,
See for a while,
Beyond the seashore,
The old ocean is frozen
Into an angle of its dance,
And waits for,
Bring out the moon out of your darkness,
Bid the stars
To come out of the curtain of the clouds,
Just for a while They should show the rhythmic pattern of classical dance,
Just for a while,
Arrange the galaxy,
Of twinkling stars in the eyeful sky,
For the old ocean is impatient to dance
mysterious night
was that a night
oh
what a knight
my love appears
stars shone moon
how crystal clear
showing light
light shine
show sun
how to
shine
this
mysterious night
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we dont know'em
she me she me
ha ha ha
poetry
poe tree
ha ha ha
edgar poe tree
ha ha ha
allen wrench
look crazy lady
moon on suns fire
militant stars for hire
galactic teach'ery
milky way mire
****oops****
hand gernade bubble gum
chew chew chew
pin popped teat
milk dud treats
gobble gobble
gobble
turke giblet dust
poof poof poof
magical twit
batan wit
twirlings
swirling
bad blue jays blow'em
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poem stew
flight on through
moon beamed blame
tussling with shame
what loose love
of
art
circumstances circumcision
found fondling feathers foreskin
serendipitous guns zen roses
gladiatorial glances
discombobulating
princess paranoia
prancing paupers
collecting copper
panhandling offerings
ramblrambling coffins
something stolen
something bruised
something to old to be knew
poem stew
?
good morning everyone
nevermind
good morning everyone
ok thats better
full moon shining at noon
her love is in bloom
seeds consumed
by the mind
take
it
to
the
heart
where
love is defined
?
my love
what have we
arms to hold
lips to kiss
love to give
nothingness have we
comparing sun to moon
heat to midnight bloom
roses sweet perfume
resting within me
inhaled last call
her breath
is
the
ending
of
my all
?
moon half hid suns rays
clouds vision silver lined
thunder collapsed dismay
lightning lit under vines
time is divided
sheets are split
thoughts provided
mountainous wit
climbing canyons walls
grasping at the cleft
falling as life calls
love has been left
solitary word bath
led
by
the
moon half
?
A world breathes beneath us
That we choose not to see
Flooded with darkness
Infested with insanity
The sun sets in a bleeding horizon
Choked and beaten by the full moon rising
The humble arch, so simple, so profound, so powerful
The arch is Pi in the sky, a curved concrete crescent
Supporting span of bridge or lintel
Inspired by rainbow, waxing and waning moon
Instilled by foot arch, caterary chain suspended
Upper segment of circle, Pi with curved bowed legs.
Compress concrete crush resolves, eliminates tension.
Keystone at apex of arch locks stack array of blocks
With Roman arch a symbol, old concept straggling time
I seat in the shadows of the night.
Wishing that someday I'll see the light.
Wishing I could see the moon shine so bright.
I look out the window and I see the world go by.
I'm thinking to myself why am I so shy.
I wish I knew how to try.
Seeing people come.
And seeing people go.
In this cold weather in the snow.
Talking to myself can't be healthy.
Someday I'll be wealthy.
While its melting.
In my head I'm yelling.
At least it's not hailing.
As water flows in our yard.
Someone is using our debit card.
I wish I knew what to say.
But like every other day.
My mind is so gray.
The moon has
receded from sight
And now the sun shines
down on our verdant earth
Where are the lovers of yesterday?
Have they faded into shadow?
Or are they ghosts haunting the polling booths?
The election is coming
The vast majority of Americans
will decide the fate of our land
Shall hate rule the day?
Looks like it might!
So enjoy the sunshine while ye may
for it may soon be time
for the war of love versus hate
to begin