Metamorphose Poems | Examples

as we metamorphose

limited by sense perception 
hemmed in by labels, mind defines
though we seem caged in space and time
we can yet transcend these confines

negating everything begin
affirming we’re not body-mind
we are the Self, dwelling within
God’s living light, loving and kind

yet what this Self is, we know not
so shift from thinking to feeling
invoking divine magnetism 
imbibing bliss beats appealing 

with the bliss current permanent 
humming within by day and night
nodes within stir, boundaries blur
we then see we are living light

as the Self of which sages speak 
in continual renewal
beyond space-time, dwelling in peace
we transcend this earth realm dual

Self recognised, nothing is gained
first we did not know, now we do
though we are complete, we yet seek
elixir of love, each hue new

While We Metamorphose

My voice
broke
on the edge
of breath.

We stripped
the bark
from our ribs
like trees
to find
no center.

Blood
is a language
we forgot
in churches.

I held
your absence
like a flame
burning
under my tongue,

while skin
remembers
the names
we
never
spoke.

I was becoming
not better
just
closer
to the fracture
before
the old name.

And you
fell into me
like a glyph
not carved.

We did not rise
we undressed.

As We Metamorphose

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 soul’s curse

No longer feeling pain or sadness of hurt

To be enveloped by the light of Christ

Be so anointed by His beautiful gold light

To be a reflection and a blessing as well

To share testimony saving others from hell

To find your niche in the life in the death

True heart’s wish to live and die well

And as we metamorphose we meet goals

Becoming the best of us within our souls

We are lifted up beyond earthly boundaries 

Above understanding and mountains and seas

as we metamorphose

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.

As We Metamorphose

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.

As We Metamorphose

When you find the pain helps you cope
Fear not, you may still survive
Deep within hides a beam of hope
Take a breath and slowly revive

The things that don't kill you
Don't always make you stronger
The wounds run deep and true
The pain a way for you to conquer

The scars heal and slowly fade
But the agony will always remain
The edged blade a bittersweet trade
A reminder of the way you went insane

Their pitying eyes haunt my every move
The prying glances pierce through my mask
I am sure they care and worry for me
But why can’t they just… let me be?

as we Metamorphose

I once took my mother’s pearls
and wore them to kindergarten.
I wanted to look like an
Adult—
a word now bitter on my tongue.

In playgrounds, we believed
in monsters—
now we drink with them,
            learn their masks,
            mirror their smiles...

We say growing up means 
ties with clips and red-bottom heels

when really
it's just learning—
to shed off sincerity,
so adulthood can
grow wings 
threaded 
with histories we never told.

In the shedding,
we never asked—

if the silk unraveling from our backs
meant we escaped—

or just overdressed 
for the fall.

As We Metamorphose

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?

As we metamorphose

“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

As We Metamorphose

As we metamorphose
away from mumbo-jumbo,
we cleave to poetry, abandon prose.

Science is the only one that knows.
I saw it on “Colombo”.
A laptop’s far more useful than a rose.

Remember Walden Pond, and when it froze?
Or when Aunt Bernadette prepared that gumbo?
You won’t forget the north wind when it blows!

America’s best movie? If it chose,
the Number One would probably be ‘Dumbo’.
And ‘Tik Tak Toe’ would be the Show of Shows.

We all have sadness, live through woes,
but strong folk are not looking for macumba.
Rain falls – that’s all we need suppose.

Just check your seams are straight: adjust your hose,
and get out there and trip a raunchy rumba.
You know the tune real well. It’s one of those.

You think that milk and honey are what flows?
I’d like to see you tell Patrice Lumumba!
It’s been that way for many other Joes.

Art long, life short? The poem has to close.
But maybe, from the shadow of the tumba,
some vestige will remain for you to gloze.

as we metamorphose

light through window as I awaken
my shoulder aches but I raise my arm
branches in full bloom reach for the sky
everything looks the same
but my heart knows something’s different
my ears ring but lines run through my head
before opening the laptop and writing a poem
morning stillness but the roommate’s cat comes to me
it’s comfort I seek after loosing the one I loved
one year ago   but scenes play as if yesterday
the morning a litany of my many lives
it opens its arms to embrace me
I feel a sense of warmth when letting thoughts wander
I play the same old ballad but the meaning’s changed

as we metamorphose

Child-
From today,
how will it extend?
What lines will it cross,
what meanings might it come to hold?
Even when meeting many others,
the meaning won't always grow complex.
Even without a single crossing,
there can be depth.
There’s no need
to hesitate becoming something
not yet found anywhere.
No need
to fear becoming something common.
What do you wish
others to read in you?
On the night
the writing is done,
look to the page—
the answer may appear.
And from then on,
only in time,
only through being read,
might it begin
to mean something.
A line—

as we metamorphose

a soft gentle bliss hum rises within
holding our soul presence in warm embrace
toroidal swirl urging us to plunge in
that we imbibe the offerings of grace

in timeless time we become the bliss chime
which is to say we transform as the flame
effervescence of love voicing a rhyme
subtle epiphanies that have no name

body-mind a vehicle which we drive
allotted to us for our earth life span
yet we are not here to merely survive 
but to ascend by following God’s plan

having seen in plain sight that we’re God’s light ~
we dance in the void with unbound delight

as we metamorphose

grazed by spirit, our form is magnetised
we vividly sense our aura expand 
the stillness point within is realised
soundless thunder mind cannot understand

bliss rises from a centreless fulcrum
each node the epicentre of this storm
rapture renews gong of the cosmic drum
our pristine presence chooses to conform

a disc of light above our crown rotates
the staff of power within stands erect
between earth and heaven soul bilocates
that with God’s mind we seamlessly connect

is-ness of being-ness has a new name ~
tempest of delight, God alone can tame

as we metamorphose

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.

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