Shifter Poems

Shape shifter

That green eyed monster is watching you, hard to detect when it's around.
Like a shape shifter demon taking many forms, to manipulate, you it's found.
Now should you be nervous ? Hell you should !
Splintered razor nails, have their grip.
But you can't feel the presence of a flesh eater yet, because you're hypnotised and it's taken

My Dream As a Shape Shifter

I was a nervous young fawn
Tasting sweet April grass in a lovely meadow
Sensing danger, realizing wolves were surrounding me
Bam!

I had shapeshifted into one of them.
Their alpha was sharp, he sensed I was still a deer.
He urged them to close in.
Wham!

I am now an eagle,
soaring high above the pack, out of reach
Even their alpha looks confused
I

Shape Shifter

It’s the circle of a trickle sliced from snow
at the mountain’s very top.
Widening and lengthening, it gushes and grows,
and at the steepest slopes it rushes - cascading
as a froth of diamonds
sparkling in sunlight.

Splitting where big boulders sit,
it splashes on its drifting way.
Shifting - ever shifting - it tumbles
over countless stones and gravel
or meanders with susurration

Shape Shifter

I don’t           fit        into      society
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Soul Shifter

I step out of myself, it's the only way,
To escape the memories of the anguish and pain,
My focus shifts to you, replenishing love,
I can no longer feel the sting your beatings have caused,
The stubborn numbness you inflict upon me, in my silence you can't hear,
My heart bleeding loves purpose, My soul takes me there,
With every

Emotional Shape-Shifter

emotional shape-shifter....
able to switch from mood 
to mood in the blink of an eye
emotional shape-shifter....
never know where it will
rear it's ugly head
emotional shape-shifter....
always waiting 
always larking 
within the shadows 
emotional shape-shifter....
waiting for the right 
moment to attack
the unsuspecting 
victim  
emotional shape-shifter....
since it can not be anticipated 
it can not be destroyed it will
live forever

She Was a Shifter

He had landed a pretty lady
and now she was finally home
then visit to the shower room

She came out very different
he had finally picked up
a morbid shape shifter..

All the beauty washed down
by the enchanted shower
all the beauty washed away

He opened a bottle of liquor
he needed to calm his nerves
to be able to proceed forth

And offer his

A Beautiful Shape Shifter and Traveler

I want to tell you the story of my life . . . 

I am a Shape Shifter and a Traveller, a girl of a different species,
In a moment, I can become anything I think of, and go anywhere;
My true physical appearance is a beautiful woman with long raven hair,
For a long time my gift

The Parcel Shifter

At the station was a handsome parcel shifter...
Several parcels on his trolley,
and an eye for me.
Oh the depth of his blue eyes!
Even an ocean would not have that blue... 
He had his mouth slightly open... to speak?

But I was shy and looked down at his parcels,
and began counting them in my head
as if I were

Shape Shifter

SHAPE SHIFTER
-------------------
Whiter than the bright
Light at the dawn of the day
Like an angel I fly
... High across the skies

A giver of life where I can
Amidst the dying bands
God's healing hand
To suture broken lands

Nobility fluorishes as 
I furiously and faithfully fly
Throughout terrestrial turf
Adhering my hierarchy's call

Not long before dusk
Sets and soon befalls me
Then my deific identity
Rises

Shape Shifter

The rise of the moon charges the air and calls out to the undead. My eyes open to 
see only darkness in my resting place.

I stir slowly as the desire of hunger courses through my body.

I feel like I must feed.

I exit the catacomb of my cardboard hideout. 

Gone are the days of myths and

Shape Shifter

when madness takes her..
brows deepen to arches,
nose crumples to a knot of skin,
lids squeeze into white fists.

Shape Shifter

when madness takes her..
brows deepen to arches,
nose crumples to a knot of skin,
lids squeeze into white fists.

Written by my husband Thielus.
A. Green

Third Shifter Fog

Coming off third shift, My brain in a haze… Feeling worn and ancient, Dragging through the day’s maze.

I got home exhausted— As tired as a dog. Reached for a drink— Spilled water in the fog.

Grabbed for a sponge… But what did I meet? In my sleepy confusion— A Rice Krispie treat?! ??

My knees were aching,

The Shape Shifter

Agreeable yet contrary
Friend sometime adversary
Willing yet stubborn
Ignorant sometimes to learn
Rich and poor in a myriad of ways
Driven and focused still to laze
Answer with contradiction
Fact yet fiction
Possessed with unseen truth
Believing only what it can use
Self centered and giving
One but fractured living
No single thought to remain
Even though a familiar refrain
Solid yet a quivering mass
Moving forward through the

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