Transfiguring Poems - Poems about Transfiguring

... “Some Other Poet, White Iris” When I look in the mirror what do I see? I question existential questions and fiction, my eyes are the eyes of another staring back at me, ......Read the rest...

...it feels foolish these rain prayers deeply pondered stranded in our shared heat is there some unimaginable space where prayers drift to? free from time, reclusive ......Read the rest...

... "The Messenger" Love is rich with venom and honey. there was a female ... snake, it watched with green-eyed avarice, covetting a dove’s nest the dove, wa......Read the rest...

...Depression, like the pits and ditches of my heart, With clear water, like that of blood, does life impart; Adorning the environs like valued jewels, Dear lake, how clearly clean cool water in you ......Read the rest...

...MOVEMENT interwoven with the    sublime  shaped &uncovered  structures of simplistic   formations a contrast offered in complexity. of enduring   concern unearthed  element of con......Read the rest...

... "Distant" When winter came it came fast cold as a witch's t*t unwelcome and unwanted, we hesitate to move any further within the forest's interior alarm......Read the rest...

... Nonchalance admits neither guilt nor fear, irrespective of thoughts that appear, recognising they’re ego spawned, misaligned from love divine, thus of no consequence as far as sou......Read the rest...

...Snowflakes taking rebirths; transforming into flimsy shapes, Melting then, commemorating momentary landscapes... Flying high; skating, skiing, tough throw of stony snowballs; One never gets hur......Read the rest...

...This is my modern English translation of Paul Valéry's poem “Le cimetière marin” (“The graveyard by the sea”). Valéry was buried in the seaside cemetery evoked in his best-known poem. From the vantag......Read the rest...

... “More Beautiful Inside” That morning we all woke up more beautiful inside all children were safe and happy no longer needing to hide like Summer and th......Read the rest...

...I thought of my imagination Imagining formerly fancy fiction fantasizing Reality really and so I screamed Those the thought of imagination Is this that aliveness Legally I looked fo......Read the rest...

...The swelling and sailing moon, reflection mirrored in still water opportune. That transfiguring element of rising lunatic, by heaven’s circuit of stars so quick. Gentle light beyond all comprehen......Read the rest...

... "Wolves" Pulchritude is not a beautiful word. Dark can be beautiful when walking with wolves hearing their stories sad songs of love lost ......Read the rest...

...Alone and weary ... she dangled toes o'er the mountain ledge - the late-October night was clear and bitter cold, yet as still as death ... rare were such even-tides when not a breath......Read the rest...

......cont She flew back to her nest that she so carefully tended and loved, the angel close behind her. “Why do you stay,” he said angrily. “I have given you your wing.” He stopped to think. “I......Read the rest...