Becoming Poems - Poems about Becoming

In dawn's hushed oozy mist truths seem soft and gentle so unsure of themselves they become blurred shapeless with no hold, knurl or grip to bring into focus...

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raven's wingspan was huge her talons grabbed me right up I became food...

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I plant no seeds in soil bare, But in the unseen breath of air— Where roots of dreams reach deep, unknown, And blossoms grow from seeds unsown. Each learner walks a secret path, Winds shaping sails with gentle math. No single map can guide them all, For some must rise, and some must fall. I weave the light through shadowed space, With tools of...

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We laid our breath in the cold dish of morning not to warm it, but to watch it vanish. The way ghosts do. You struck the match inside me with a tremor, like forgiveness forgot to be kind. I was not born for light. I was spilled like ink across your undone name, every letter twitching like a fish on the wrong side of water. You came in with...

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W-alls I-n L-ife L-inger I-nward, A-s M-emories C-onstantly A-nchor B-elief, U-plift G-rowth, N-ourish A-spiration, S-trengthening O-neself N-obly ©bfa061525 Monocrostic (Birthday of William C. Cabugnason)...

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Time casts a heavy glow On the world I left behind, Transfixed on a new tomorrow, All the new seeds I’ll sow. Emerging is a new day, How the light blinds my eyes. Focus on the bright cascade Of this everlasting rise. Beneath the earth is trembling, My footsteps unsure and numb. The silence almost deafening— I can almost hear Hope hum. A quick glance back behind...

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Never came close to starving didn't wait tables or wash dishes Never hung out in the subway no cults or commune on my resume ...

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You did not rush the ruins of me. You entered gently, Like a prayer whispered In the hollows of a broken chapel. Your touch- Not just desire, But devotion. You traced every scar As though it were scripture. We did not collide, We communed- Your breath a psalm, My sighs an amen Rising from the altar of my ache. Where others only sought fire, You brought warmth. Where I had gone...

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Line of inquiry: “being mistook we burnt the book thoughts rest, we dwell in our heart’s nest touched by spirit, our body shook by God’s light blest as we undressed” Earthly cravings like ice melt away Envy sarcasm and all forms of hate Warmth of love and God’s green grace Frees all of us red hearts celebrate To be free of silver suffering...

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VI. We are all metric modulations of our former selves—changing time signatures mid-measure, learning to count in odd meters when life refuses to conform to 4/4 expectations finding beauty in 7/8 existence— the off-kilter cadence of becoming. The teenager tattoos pain across her skin in sixteenth-note flurries— razor crescendos marking flesh rimshots echoing in a locked room her body a snare absorbing what no one will hear. But the counselor...

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What happens when I don’t play my part? When I stray from the script, and show you my heart? Speaking a truth that’s too raw and too real. No longer wearing a mask and too numb to feel? This weight is now too heavy to hold, Swallowing hurt while never consoled. But nothing shifts, not really, not for me....

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Before the first moonlight spilled down upon us like winged doves from the sky we were fettered together like lovers were, In passion not yet transmuted into devotion to one another. Above us rose a virgin sky void of stars of constellations that would map out our cosmic future. You, son of Adonis in my wide eyes, me, an idol...

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Have I truly moved away, or am I just becoming a shadow in time, like a ghost forgetting it was once flesh and blood, my laughter is louder now, but only in places where your echo doesn't reach, I say I'm fine, as if wielding a language of illusions and other worlds. I've closed the paths to you, yet...

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I loved a woman named Sophia— Not a name, but a flame, A living scripture written in curves and silk, In her eyes, the ache of ancient saints, In her smile, the promise of spring rain. But I was mortal. Soft. Whole. Ready to kneel, to build her a throne From the bones of my own longing. She whispered love, Then lay with a priest— Not...

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Found another man whose name also translates into moon. I long to be a part of his own spiritual boon. I hope that he will want to have a date night with me again soon....

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