Best Metamorphose Poems
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”
as we metamorphose
light lingers all around the heavenly realm
one thinks white is boring - is snow?
and what of the brightest spirit,
is she rainbow, all colors bequeathed
at heaven’s behest?
the pages and pages, bound,
pulled from the un-dusty shelf
the fire tests each moment
not only by its result, but by
its heart. all works in flames,
but those in the palms of Christ
create gold, silver, and bronze
home is where we rest and dwell
we thought we were home on earth
that is the old earth and at our abode
some couldn’t step out of their nest
life had beat them up - figuratively,
sometimes literally. home is where we rest
our soiled clothes we left behind
when we saw the new set, we realized
we looked as if we’d been deep in mire
quite covered by euphoria, no longer
anxious, fearful, forgetful, forensic
the glow eclipses that of fairy dust
our feet forget themselves and walk
on water, on air, on clouds, wherever
for ever and ever. are lips can’t help
but praise our Creator in paradise
Categories:
metamorphose, heaven,
Form:
Free verse
Like A Dream..
Like the days in The Cradle..
Like the tale of Samson's Riddle..
In The Wake of your Fiddle..
Our Waists In Consortium..Like Beaded
Eroticas Wiggling..
Like A Dream..
Our Stroll Hand-In-Hand By The Beach..
Like Heights We have Reached..
Like The Sweetness Of Depths Unsearched..
Like This Pen I Screech..
Like Those Verses Of Wisdom We Thus
Preached..
Like A Dream..
Like The Wisdom Of Great King Solomon We
asked the Father For, In Tones that
"Beseech"..
With His Divine Wisdom and Grace We
Revolutionized Souls That Once Thought and
Acted As Leeches..
The Weight and Comeliness Of These Lines you
Call Speeches..
Like A Dream..
Like God's Kiss On Our ForeHead..
Like His Comforting Voice In Times Of Sorrow
and Distress..
Like The Outpour Of His Salient Breathe On
Our Humble Souls..that Guided Us to The
Crest,
Like A Dream..Hardwork and Its Little
Stress..
Like A Dream..In Luxury Prepare to Take Thy
Rest..
To Listen To The Voices Of My Childrens'
Playful Shouts and Screams..To Dance This
Dreamy Waltz What Shall It Take..To Show Our
Gratitude To The Almighty Please Tell Us
'What Shall We Shake'..
Like A Dream..
Like The Flavour Of These Rhymes..
Like The Heart-Felt Savour Of These Cleverly Structured Lines..
The Happy Ardour Of Such Salient Chimes..
Thus Read..What Joy We Thus Feel In It We Sublime..
Sweet Rhymes Thus Played On Musical Strings Of Time..How Happy..
Thus Life Is But A Dream..See Through.
Categories:
metamorphose, adventure, caregiving, childhood, happiness,
Form:
Bio
We chased the wind through gravel lots,
told stories in the sun-soft spots.
Spoke Spanish in the checkout line,
translated fear into “it’s fine.”
Held my brother’s hand through crowded space,
learned stillness in his silent grace.
Watched Mom brave a world not made for her,
became her voice, her messenger.
School bells rang like distant drums,
where I stood tall though doubt still comes.
The Boardroom didn’t feel like mine—
but I stayed, held steady, to redefine.
And when the cap flew toward the sky,
I didn’t cry—I knew just why:
We leave the halls but not the fight—
still shaped by love, still seeking light.
Categories:
metamorphose, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
“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” - Anonymous
We lead a life that we can look back and be proud of
striving to be the best that we can be
as we let the future take its course
We accept the challenges as they roll in
keep our chin up and watch for fallen brethren
We're in this marathon of life all headed for the finish line
trusting there's a just reward for leading the good life
our conscience clear we go forth without fear
We grow our wings one good deed at a time
while our soul records our metamorphosis
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Categories:
metamorphose, future, integrity, life, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
A fabrication forged by fear
A fading message held so near
“Thou shalt not become inclined
To undermine the truth inside”
Settling the dark below
Juxtaposing with my soul
Frustration and a pain unknown
Too terrified of letting go
Encumbering to see the signs
Unable to finally make the climb
A destination never planned
Is burying me in its sand
A fealty born not of love
Afraid to ever push and be shoved
“Thou shalt never raise thy voice”
This silence giving me no choice
Breaking through the great below
The contradicting, burning soul
Reconfiguring its truth
It must find its love, and find the proof
The weight of letting go of all
Within there stands a mountain tall
A destination never planned
Will place the map in to my hand
Categories:
metamorphose, solitude,
Form:
Lyric
Written: May 23, 2025, for contest by Unseeking Seeker
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”
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In the dimness of mirage sequined dreams,
Vehemently, we tread thorny streams.
We unwittingly drew from sacred tomes—
Sizzling secrets in our soul's quiet homes
The dye of wisdom turned to ash and haze,
Our voices waned in the flames of daze.
It was still warm, but a spark began to stir,
A whisper is heard in a magician soft whirr.
Views tucked away in a tender, tranquil nest,
A sanctuary sculpted snugly in the soul's zest.
Where whispered wishes and wobbly whims wane,
In this coxswain oasis, all our hearts find fain.
A chauvinistic cobweb amid a sepal storm,
A periwinkle pledges, the pandemonium warms.
A place where silence eases the mayhem we bear—
And the stories of our hearts lay steadily bare.
Metamorphosis gives us the aptitude to bend,
A caterpillar breaks out from its tight cocoon.
Rising brilliant, rejuvenated, and transcendent—
Turned under the changing rose-glazed moon.
Every scar represents wars fought within,
A record of growth and consent supports a win.
A sparkling raw start arises from the shadows,
A seraphic climb, a sparkle from the heart arrows.
With each metamorphosis, the aged fade away,
The self melds into the boundless expanse of day.
Ascending fiercely, akin to a phoenix in flight,
With wings unfurling to embrace endless light.
Let us ignite the scripts that once held us last,
And cram our hearts where love and truth are vast.
Touched by divinity, our spirits entwined,
In perpetual transitions, in sacred grace, we find.
Through our metaphor, we learn to discern.
Continuous twirling of the form we yearn.
A trek both inward and outward to foresee,
An odyssey leading toward peace, unceasingly.
Categories:
metamorphose, analogy, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
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” by Unseeking Seeker
Undressed, with no pretense showing,
we'll have metamorphosed into His glory.
We can look around us then seeing all is glowing.
Beautiful development will have been our story.
The narrative we'd simply had to change
while meditating deep inside our mind
as we waited for things to rearrange.
Though we were a pupa, bliss we could find.
Sure enough, God-touched and wholly shaken,
we became as butterflies, prepared for flight,
for to paradise we will be taken
on wings of love into God’s precious light.
Categories:
metamorphose, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Physical and soul’s eyes entwine
The head ovoid begins to glow
Orbiting heart all nodes align
As boons of grace God does bestow
Light of Self pulsates in our chest
Spine acts as a seamless implant
Breath by breath we are by God blessed
Within resounds the cosmic chant
The soles of feet and palms glisten
Readied for action when ordained
Silence speaks, we gently listen
One without oneness, our soul’s unchained
The light of Self now drenched in love ~
Is the symbol of God’s peace dove
Categories:
metamorphose, self, spiritual,
Form:
Hybronnet
moaning rhythm reels
vying voluptuous creed
seeped'n saucy jazz
callous concerto spanked
saucy saline liquid
dribbling dark fiddles
tactic tune birthed
lusting after lurch
breeding bounty verge
felon feelings perceived
rusty rhythm's relief
fostering fondling fills
mystic emotions metamorphose
lofty love bought.
'20:02:24:15:13
Categories:
metamorphose, allegory,
Form:
Sonnet
Being mistook, we fed the fire—
not just the book, but index too.
We toasted doubt on tongues of lyre,
then let the ashes write what’s true.
Being mistook, we knelt to clocks
and worshipped time like temple glass.
The hours cracked—we laughed like rocks—
immortal fools who let life pass.
Being mistook, we drank the rules
from chipped old mugs marked “DO” and “DON’T.”
The tea was bitter, brewed by ghouls—
we sipped, then said: perhaps we won’t.
Being mistook, we wrote in clouds—
words shape-shifted, twisted, flew.
We caught the wind, defied the crowds,
and found a sky we never knew.
Being mistook, we danced on glass,
each step a crack, a spark, a thrill.
We didn’t mind that shards might pass—
we learned to dance beyond the still.
Being mistook, we built a bridge
from silence, salt, and sudden light.
We walked it sideways, past the ridge,
to somewhere else, but just as bright.
Being mistook, we lost our keys
inside a pocket full of holes.
We laughed until the locks gave breeze—
and found the door was just our souls.
Being mistook, we dropped our masks,
like stones into a silent lake.
We heard the ripples—questions, asks—
and learned to give instead of take.
Being mistook, we dropped the script,
and let the wildness flood the view.
We danced on edges, tightly gripped,
embracing all we thought untrue.
In chaos found, a flame that slipped—
a poem shaped by me and you.
Categories:
metamorphose, fantasy,
Form:
Lyric
Spirit works upon feeble form,
from inside out, birthing a storm,
at the very core of each cell,
casting upon us a bliss spell,
that thus in trance meditation,
we entwine with God’s creation,
which consciousness does envelope,
so as love with love does elope,
we are both the this and the that,
living light in form, an arhat.
Categories:
metamorphose, spiritual,
Form:
Lay
felony figs feigning
pulpy punctured probity
mystic mist moaning
purpled eyes receding
damped desire drooping
salient severity scrunching
two temerarious Varmints -
callous ensconced embroidery
skins sans salmagundi
lusty leery lurching -
atuned atmosphere aiding
cranky coup clustering
chaetophorous Chipmunk saw,
pronto pram's metamorphose.
19:11:29:05:53
Categories:
metamorphose, dark, gothic,
Form:
Sonnet
METAMORPHOSE
In every party there is a parting
Plants an exception in every reception
To dilute every unwanted salute
At the same time device any vice
Then fill up my cup till it spill
No dismay if I don't have it this way
Nor any dejection of rejection.
Unprepared for the dramatic changes
That accompany my passage into masculinity,
The promised land where men are made,
Couldn't she perceive the invisible hand
Taking firm control of the reins of my heart?
Is she ready for the passion it brings
And the changes that cost you things?
All she sees is the boy and friend,
The one demoted to the benign 'hills of mediocrity'
And still see the man with a boy's toy,
The image of impotent potential
Who passed the hours away in the backroom of their lives
And who fulfills her fantasies and satisfaction.
But I murdered self which brought me here -
Manhood is change and it exceeds age
My first adversary arose in her eyes
Now I am recreated to spare no one
In this battle to ascend my masculine throne
Because my seeds: my boys are waiting to taste
The fruit of my manly obedience,
My girls are waiting to kiss their idol
And for such as an husband example
Fragmented by the iridescent flames of my transformation years.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2016.
Categories:
metamorphose, 1st grade,
Form:
Free verse
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”
I am a droplet in the vast ocean of conscience,
a minuscule dust in the planet’s atmosphere,
an expression of eternity in its timeless expanse,
yet I am myself an universe and all of time where I stand,
truth is -in creation, a fraction of everything equals everything,
and everything can be compacted into a fraction,
a creature like many I was before I found that truth,
a package of flesh and bones, with a breath to thrive,
seeking the truth as I journeyed through humanity,
past the barriers of daily petty desires and wishes,
a family man, professional who sought earthly glory,
before tides of events opened my eyes to true reality,
and then the image of self began to dissolve like a glacier,
each day, moment by moment till I was no more,
now I am you and him and all of them,
I am the earth and the universe and all the galaxies,
yet in my brief person itself there is a whole universe,
made of millions of cells that live and die each day
without a name, once their roles fulfilled,
like I am doing for the universe that I am part of,
just as the universe is part of me.
I have now metamorphosed into everything that is
and that had ever been.
Can I die? no. Never. I am entirety itself.
Categories:
metamorphose, deep, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
As people, we have begun to change,
Incrementally, thoughts rearrange.
Are we still the person we once seemed?
Or, were our thoughts seduced as we dreamed?
Words bandied about of kindness, good,
thoughtfulness, we felt we understood,
We now discard them, trading for lies,
as dollar signs dance before our eyes.
Perhaps life imprints each memory,
as good or bad, however perceived.
Faintly, it's then passed into a gene,
to be reborn to a new lifestream.
Will humans evolve; will cyborgs advance?
Will warring end, will Earth get a chance?
Will we find the values we have lost?
Will we remember what loss has cost?
Categories:
metamorphose, angst, change, people,
Form:
Rhyme