Best Morphs Poems

Midnight Romance

Dusk falls quickly on cerulean skies
Day morphs from ash of roses to sable
Our love's vision flashes before my eyes
Midnight romance, like an ancient fable

Charcoal...

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Let it rain! Oh God, let it rain!
Wash away my anguish and pain!
And mix my tears with spring showers,
till sadness morphs into flowers.

Purge the hurt...

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The snow slowly morphs into rain, a thousand cold cocoons that release raindrop butterflies into the frosty air. They glisten in the morning light, clinging...

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Night of the Dark Soul,
shadows infiltrate
the gap between self
and oblivion.

Your mind's a fogy
dysfunctional place,
under constant siege;
fighting delusion.

As reality
morphs into a dream,
all your memories
start to slip...

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Dark, the night morphs slowly toward dawn.
In its last vestige, the moment in which night becomes morning,
he speaks to me.
I refer to him as "he"...

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Homeless, I hunker down
next to a garbage bin.
And hail morphs into rats
gnawing at exposed skin.

Hunger twists my stomach
with pain that's hard to bear.
And a putrid...

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She morphs into a sultry summer's morn
garbed in a cloak of alabaster fog,
gossamer thin and casually worn.
And echoing the croaks of a bullfrog
She starts to...

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Short shadows stretched by a sinking sun,
darkness denotes the day is done.

And Sol slips over the edge of the Earth 
tethered to oblivion,
and yet, shackled...

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I’ve never been where they’ve been,
chasing the mirage in the desert storm.
I look into their tranced eyes,
see their vision transfixed on illusion,
the shroud of ruse...

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NOTE: Please read part 1 so this makes more sense

As soon as her words enter my brain I feel the force of a million gees...

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Rising from the fire like a phoenix,
ash morphs into flights of flaming darts.
And shadows mark the fringes of light,
extinguishing all unwary sparks.

Scarlet splashes in the...

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An orphan dressed in sin stained clothes,
I was lost and without a clue,
until Jesus freed me from all sin's woes,
washed me clean and made me...

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Shadows of yesterday eclipse reality,
but in hope lies my dreams
mired in doubt and frustration, I'm left waiting.
Waiting for love's elusive touch, indulging in pleasures
that are...

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Shadow Play

While Freud sits at the mind end of the couch phallus in hand
shapes others’ dreams in unspoken imposition ‘must-abation’
analyses abuses his daughter in metaphorical...

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April's Pink Moon lures the rain king,
from a storm to a gentle squall;
She is the reason robins sing.

Orchestrating the birth of spring
life's obedient to Her...

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