Short Transmutation Poems

Short Transmutation Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Transmutation by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Transmutation by length and keyword.


glide forth transmutation



   
lymph drops glisten diamond formation 

          
            topaz glide froth transmutation ~ 


Transmutation

Weapons of war launch,
Stirred up anger and violence,
Unyielding forces,
Relentless arbitration,
Perpetual peace envisaged.



March 5, 2022.
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Transmutation

softened attention pristine stillness 
there remain now no demons to tame
we feel complete yet something’s changed
give it any name, we are not the same
Form: Rhyme

Tyrant Monarch

they’re we 
              dearth can't touch them
                                              they’re in transmutation!


-January 17, 2019 Chattogram
Form: Monoku

Premium Member Heart lotus blooms

knowledge is a function of mind
wisdom however grows in the heart
slowly, being a beauteous blossoming
magic in motion, a transmutation 
the caterpillar now a butterfly


Premium Member Warding

Like unwilling alchemy,
A forceful transmutation,
Tragedy to sanity -
Through sudden abnegation.

With fluid emotions -
The mixing of potions -

Alchemical abjuration.
Form: Rhyme

Mutare

Beauty changes
the embattled soul
A transmutation
ennobled whole
In darkest throes
to spread its light
Forever bathed
—in pure delight


(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Midas Touch

the alchemist turned sand into gold an irreversible transmutation the beach has disappeared he now carries the cross alone and despondent 07-February-2023

Premium Member Transmutation

the caterpillar alone knows how soma nectar flows transmuting form by bliss warm heart pines chrysalis confines life battle by us waged knows soul cannot be caged
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Zen mode

when seeking ends
vibrancy of peace peaks
it is a transmutation 
of consciousness 
a shift definitive
and permanent 
tested for weakness
by the universe

we are grateful
for boons of grace

Premium Member Transmutation

Bliss Enters Spacial heart Purring humming Throbbing within the Sushumna channel Our being-ness thus shift in permanence We feel complete Bliss replete The hum Stays 19-October-2020
Form: Tetractys

Premium Member Zen mode

such is the nature of consciousness transmutation
that all we do is behold soul’s blossoming in wonder
free flowing orientation of uninterrupted meditation 
as reverberates in each cell of form soundless thunder
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Zen Mode

silence propels magnetism 
bliss currents dance within
our attention is thus fixated
as soul presence witnessing
transmutation of mind-body
burning, becoming the flame
in an endless time continuum 

15-February-2023

Premium Member A Semi-Precious Birth

Earth, air, fire and water together transmutation births a new child. Smoldering newborn appears; this precious miracle, soon to be revealed and worn around someone’s neck; Turquoise dreams.
Form: Nonet

Premium Member A Semi-Precious Birth

Earth, air, fire and water together; Transmutation births a new child. Smoldering newborn appears; This precious miracle, Soon to be revealed And worn around Someone’s neck, Turquoise Dreams.
Form: Nonet

Premium Member Thought of the day

to embody truth of true Self within
necessitates transmutation of form
requiring a falling away of concepts 
arising from eons of past conditioning 
accomplished in thought rested silence 

that is all that it takes for us to awake
Form: Didactic

Premium Member Transmutation

the epiphany that arose invoked by pristine presence caused a sublime fragrance to linger as after burns of teasing bliss effervescence holding promise of a permanent shift as an embodiment of our being surging forth from our core

Premium Member Transmutation

Live your life and let live.
Arrange your personal affairs.
Speak when you have to.
Remain in silence when is
appropiate.
Stand up for your beliefs.
Let go all of all excessive baggage.
Above all, transform your life.








Nayda Ivette
9-18-2015
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Unmistakable

Unmistakable magnetism Consciousness cognisant Here now in this here body prism Transmutation instant God merger our sole aim Beyond feeble mind game That what thoughts cannot name Bliss ineffable Unmistakable 11-November-2021 Quietus
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member What Do We Feel Within

Do we feel the unmistakable zing
of elixirous Divine magnetism 
within in our hollowed out being
as ineffable boundless bliss bubbling 
even as we dissolve in ecstatic rapture
becoming That that eludes capture
being a dimensionless transmutation
defying mind cognisable delineation
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Transmutation

Ensouling this form of dust, thrust of lust
rose from deep within our deluded heart,
feeding feral instincts and deeds unjust,
which were exhumed on adding love to cart,
whence we deemed all souls one and none apart.
The false dropped away; we became God’s light,
pulsating with bliss by day and by night.

Premium Member Zen mode

concepts suggest preferences but the truth is unapologetic manifesting within form magnetic electricity which we receive with gratitude and yet our identity is disconcerted at the transmutation and so ego creates a ripple recognised, cajoled, sublimated to align its stirrings with divine will

Premium Member Transmutation

On an as is where is basis, we see
Born into form, power to manifest
Don thinking cap, conjuring misery
Scorn the norm, as one-upmanship persists

Feeling incomplete, we choose surrender
Bringing head and heart into alignment 
Standing erect, beholding Gods wonder
Purring bliss rapture, tranquil contentment 

23-February-2021
Form: Lento

Premium Member The Transmutation

The dust dappled panes of window 
glass shiver,
in their winter finery of frost crystals.

Elaborate patterns form, 
lace-like in their elegance;
cloaking the everyday remnants 
of drearier days.

And, as the morning sun rises higher
in the cotton batten sky,
the finery transmutes, tears form;
streaking the dirty face of dawn.

Sloughing

Rubbing roughly 
Against fractured rocks
Turning and contorting in 
Dark dank soil
Brushing over brittle bark:
Tumbling over tangles of 
Fallen dead discarded branches
No hands to use to free myself, 
Vulnerable in this transmutation…
Knowing exactly how it feels 
To pull yourself out of your own skin
Only to begin the cycle
All over again

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