Morphing Poems - Poems about Morphing

Morphing Mist

lifeless mist slowly
morphing form on the rocky shore~
sight from the highway

Written: December 25, 2022

Compelled

Compelled 
David J Walker

The sad part of this obsession is
Knowing how unprofitable it will always be

Language leanings in different directions
Confessions of the soul count for nothing

A mornings reflection in vivid description 
Serving only a fraction of lost and forgotten temptations

The torments of love yet unexplained 
Colors unnamed

Secrets never revealed  
Clouds proudly morphing into forms

Not So Amazing Changes

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

Morphing In Time

Remembering the present,
forgetting the past

Turning into the other
—the moment recast

(Villanova University: April, 2020)

God Is Change

God Is Change

And the big wheel 
dramatically turns 
leaving that which was
recently at the top
sliding gracefully to the bottom
and what was once an
awesome potential future
now becomes a faded
sepia memory of the past
what last week
had a vibrant beating heart
evolves, face dancing
Changing 
wiggling into a
new vessel to mold shape
how resilient this human spirit
that rebirths itself
with each click
of

Lunar Rhythms

Birth of a pearl on a stelliferous night.
Amidst, shimmering iridescence, crepuscular morphing light. 
Beautiful fireflies dancing to the tune of “aye!”
Dressed in white, gracefully gleaming bright.
Queen of gems, quietly arrives,
with ultimate sophistication to rule the sky.

Showering amplifying mystical powers.
Silver rainbow of your purifying light,
Steeps into me and make me glow.
Bestowing equanimity and self-control.
Ripples of your

Morphing Images

I am in a room
Drinking at a party
And smoking weed

Watching people all around me

Change into hideous creatures
Monsters from the deepest depths of hell

Everyone in the room 
Has been transformed except me

The Chief of them all
Wears a Trumpian mask

Complete with orange hair

Half human half pig

His deputy
Wears the face of Putin
But his body
Half human, half horse: if

The

Morphing the Moody Blues

here i sit not giving a 
a container of fresh popcorn at hand

a blank screen and saki night

there's something else with respect a good time
besides body...there's mind

keep as cool as you can

let them the riles to believe
you perceive the web they weave

remain free


stan sand

Morphing Images From Hellish Nightmare

I am in a room 
Watching people all around me

Change into hideous creatures
Monsters from the deepest depths of hell

The Chief of them all
Wears a Trumpian mask 

Completed with orange hair
Half human half pig

His deputy 
Wears the face of Putin

But his body 
Half human, half horse

The other creatures wear masks
Many of them wear 
Green Pepe the

Reality Is Morphing

We can see this in the generations coming after the the Sixty Something's of the early 21st Century, those of us who were born into a world of limited technology. For Millennia technological change occurred at glacial speed. Generation after generation witnessing virtually no change.
Now, new generations are born into a world where technological change,

Morphing Wave

Let me morph into you,
Just the pair of us,
Carefully mingling,
Gingerly tripping,
Cautious licks,
Peacefully,
Entering,
Inside,
Slowly,
More,
Deep,
Peaking,
Navigating,
Your body,
Penetrating,
Massaging you,
From the very core,
From the inside out,
A total skin recharge,
Across your entire body,
Until the hair follicle armies,
Charge with all of there might,
Thrashing across your entire body,
Collapsing entirely in one melting moment,
Morphing,
Until,
We morph once again …

(c)2016 PJ Bayliss

Morphing Toward Eternity

One tiny egg

 floating unseen.

 Emerged.

 Creation's perfect son.

 One whole morphed,

 miraculous being.

 Whose lusty lungs

 had then begun,

 To join earth's creations

 and sing.

 Yet,  more...
 
 I clearly hear.

 Others claim isn't real.

 When wee fetus was near

 And in darkness

 love was sealed.

 When both hearts shared

 blood dear.


 Nature

Morphing

I was driving to see the reigning queen
And gave my horse free rein.
We passed our turn, as we flew past,
I felt a searing pain.

Awakening half-past the century,
I found everything had changed.
The citizens speaking so queerly,
I thought them all deranged.

The kindly doctor said, "My dear
It is your advanced age.
The perfect grammar that you leaned
Is in its

Morphing Sketch

Before bed,
she breaks each charcoal pencil tip to different lengths
and sketches a roving wonder drenched in grey
Ferns in spirals and curling such 
become a bloom of hair
to hide the eye, the knowing eye
which sees but never stays
Ribbons of darkness and light
are scratched in, in a hurry
It's getting late and night waits for no one.
Her sketch

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