Molting Poems - Poems about Molting

Snake whispered,cast off the skin to grow, life forces you to do the same, shed old version of yours and flow, evolve into something,you never tamed. Do not fear your evolution,even small changes -sparks revolution. when you are not feeling good enough, remind yourself how far you have come....

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Grandma’s ghost has taken up knitting rattlesnakes in the drapes. They hiss when someone lies. Now, my mother only speaks in noodle metaphors. I ask her how she is, and she replies, al dente, then goes back to stirring the aquarium water she'll later take a bath in. My sister gives birth to a daughter who levitates during thunderstorms. She answers to the name...

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In this the third Week of April I loofahed from top to my toe Every inch of my scaly magnificence bidding the lost parts go Always loving a monday, A first,ground zero A change Whether August or May Or dawn of new day I eagerly sought to know To be at the pop that starts a new race On clean untrod virgin snow What I sorely lacked Was conviction In...

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Not So Amazing Changes David J Walker Sometimes I wonder When I look into the mirror Who is looking back at me And who is it I see In those iPhone pics Passing around the family? I don’t recall morphing The morning when I woke Early but still un-woke to The molting of my youth Ok, in truth I was never sure When middle age started...

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It's molting season at the White House Cocks do little do Birds of a feather do flock Some suck on cock- tails made of bitters Some are sore quitters Some men cost millions In tax funded golf Then "trans"fer the burden To patriots to get off Once you're in It's easy to get out Just leak the truth Then watch the clown pout Soon a...

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I found myself peeling back the yellow wallpaper that once covered my bedroom walls in search of not only a solid foundation but something I couldn't quite put my finger on. I lay awake tonight, my back vulnerable to the vacancy of my bedroom, and I pick; scratching away the faded yellow paper that I...

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Ostracized again Just as my wings began to mend…. Feathers blow in wind...

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Shadows shatter on the wall Peal the lightning, through it all, ...

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