Metamorphosis Poems - Poems about Metamorphosis

shadows draw across the canvas with light oily strokes and dry wet soul the white pythons and black mambas conspire as their tongues slither and roll down the canvas. like honey, it marinates the mellow white bruising it with time… yet as the honey lathers and the white bathes, the paint stops with all its might leaving behind the...

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I inhale deeply, take the first step with desire in my soul to grow to be the seed replanted in the soil to receive Vitamin D from Father Sun I wanna be free, but I know I cannot fear living just because I breathe out my nostrils and out my mouth. I still hunger and desire for more for...

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Maybe it starts in this dimly lit room, everything seems crystal clear alone. Take in that serenity and trust it, any time you are unsure? Seek.. ‘Voila!’ Make that moment start to scream, open up a can of gasoline and go. Remember you are a true banger, people will speak soft and eavesdrop. How, who, my god when? New is a rush. Over the...

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Piercing the heart, yet, no bloodshed, killing just the same, words. Eyes fixed, frozen like death, discordant silence, reluctant surrender, forlorn, aching expectancy. Imploring, why? Succumbing, melancholy anguish. Deceived. Defeated. Divorced. Divorced, and thus— the walls remain, yet bear no witness, for memory does not ask permission to fade. Time, indifferent to the weight of names, carries neither grievance nor absolution— only motion, only fact. To grieve what was lost is to argue with...

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I met hunger in the cradle, wrapped in lullabies laced with quiet. She kissed my lips with the taste of lack, whispered my name in echoes. I found her again by the river, where children cast wishes like stones. She held my hands, scarred and trembling, taught me to drink from empty palms. Through hollow halls and borrowed beds, she walked beside me, humming...

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Mulberry trees, the symbols of abundance and beauty, bear sweet and very juicy white, pink, or purple berries! The white mulberry leaves are the food sources of silkworms. These trees are hailed, since time immemorial as the trees of life, and herbs of immortality! Butterflies, the symbols of metamorphosis, grow ~ moving from caterpillars to beautiful winged creatures, passing through difficult...

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Now, that the world is getting purer and cleaner everyday who clear incoherently harbour dirts and spillage around. Is it not the hand meant for cleaning and washing and working out this and some of the other things?. And the mouth for eating and drinking and...

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When will I realize that I'm not normal People don't think or feel the way I do It's ok. I will shed my past, like all snakes Growth requires they shed their skin Energy from the,' Year of the Snake' 2025 With this energy I will let the past go Expectations need to be left behind The skin holding me back in...

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I fell through a hole amidst of a serious political moment And choked on my anger I kept falling and falling, The world now looks like a burning hell And I'm a living fuel, Blazing and falling all the way to down there Where my metamorphosis will be completed....

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I kissed my lips And drank the juice of silence, I kissed your lips And drank the juice of metamorphosis; Why two tasted like same!...

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In a stage of metamorphosis, I abide. within cocooned life,  feeling stifled. With patience,  I embrace transformation Gathering strength  for a mighty triumph. Yes,  the cocoon fiber is tougher, than any in the world out. One fine day,  I'll emerge  bold and strong, immune and resilient,  a journey prolonged. Yet,  with a heart gentler. A metamorphosis complete,  a soul reborn. ka~rum...

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Her life in tatters, torn like an old pair of clothes, badly worn, she ignores the ridicule and scorn, a past she will no longer mourn… and emerges from the water, reborn....

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A dormant bud bursts into flower. A seed bursts its coat, to germinate. The sun breaks through clouds, to dawn a new day A caterpillar pupates, to emerge as a butterfly, beautiful. Metamorphosis is so engaging, reshaping and transforming, what we are, to what we can be, to what we can become, It's so becoming!...

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window opened wide lo, the butterfly process --- I start my struggle ...

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Collaboration with David Kavanagh Regret fuses form which echoes perception Handcuff to water as sought submerged reflection Anti duplicitous from own point of view Rejection offends but that says more about you Transformation on edge, background statuesque Self absorbed in pool, bilocation grotesque Feet disappear, as sacrificial bait The real catch lies behind, not quite checkmate The heterosexuals lurk muttering their vows Unable to...

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