Best Metamorphic Poems

in my jar, crooked cold 
pressing gray, these bones I fold
while the rain beats dead, a wandering sun
trapped in glass, I hear no one
a passing eye, on occasion may
break the dark, then drift away
some raise my glass, inspect my frame
insect inside, open disdain
a violent shake,...

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And did you really know before
What on earth is a meta for?
It makes you understand, I think
What changes when you have a drink
Another example might well be
What changes when you carve a tree
And as for metabolic rate
That’s why your fat me dear old mate
Whereas a...

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It was dawn, I woke up
Looked at the east sky
A huge Orange like sun there
Serenity everywhere
Nature was calling me
Perhaps to sleep on her lap
I tiptoed to my lawn
Sat on my easy-chair
Tea cup in my hand
Curly steams were raising up
A reflection of my face in hot...

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