Transformation Poems - Poems about Transformation

i flicker when spoken of glow in the breath you shouldn’t have wasted on apologies ash settles like snow on the bones of yesterday still warm if you press hard enough to blister i eat whatever dares to name me-- anger love home god you told me i burned too easily but you lit the match and called me beautiful beneath my skin a cinder waits i have never ended i have only gone quiet for now ...

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She flutters on silence, a creature stitched from light and ache-- too fragile to stay, too fierce to fall. He never saw the cracks until she flew through them....

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Though caged in a corner where gallows still loom, Beware — for it sails on a wave of dark gloom. A wave from the sea of existence runs red, A net cast through nightfall and daylight ahead. You, sovereign hawk in this narrow domain — Be not content, for these bars still remain. Yet I bring good news from the breath...

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for Divorced Poetry Contest Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann ---------------- "I need a brake" words that twisted my heart- shattering the dream that we would never part. I asked myself 'what ever did I do wrong? sad, gloominess could`ve easily been my song. I wouldn't let the anger and misery grow or cultivate- uprising feelings I wanted to curb and mitigate. Took deep...

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"Sacred Waters" In the hush between the stars and sea, She rises, quiet, wild, and free. A tide that stirs with breathless grace, A rhythm time cannot erase. Not just of body, but of flame, A current no one dares to name. She pours from places deep and wide, Where gods and ghosts and dreams reside. Her waters bloom without a sound, A tremble shaking...

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This place where I sit so unfamiliar to me this is not what I had imagined not what I expected this is not the path I was walking on must have slipped through a wormhole a mysterious splice in time and materialized stumbling on the other side or, somehow swept up into a tornado drifted on the blustery wind spat out viciously, just like Jonah to this...

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War shapes the warriors it touches, leaving behind vestiges that linger in their lives long after the battlefield fades from view. In Recon Marines: Searching for the Real Enemy, we are thrust into the unrelenting grip of Vietnam's jungle, a landscape both indifferent and eternal. Yet the war waged in the depths of memory proves...

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“Where the Suburbs Meet the Sea” I walked again where I began, past fences worn, where gum trees ran— but now the tide had kissed the land, and waves rolled in like time unplanned. The house was there, but changed in tone, a quiet shell, yet not alone. The breeze...

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from a craftsman of heaven's domains ~ to a gardener of olives...

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The perfect petals puncture the fabric’s purple-blue, And silver-platter fins paint the water every hue. A globed sky has thawed, ripe with pine and sapphire stars— And the glinted sheen of the oil graze on your lips reminds me who and where you are: South; below the electric-white moon, Bright enough to bleach my bones and...

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ache lingers close a soft breath where pain once roared— gentle thief of hurt ...

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Just a little bit of that abracadabra hangs in the atmosphere atomizing. In some cases it even placates deluge. Alchemy burns in the midst of deluge blurring the reflection of abracadabra.? Transformation gurgles atomizing. Unstable particles quickly atomizing with haste strengthen unruly deluge. Feral is the flow guiding abracadabra. It is abracadabra atomizing deluge....

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A fool becomes the possession of the wise. A dry piece of wood becomes a firewood....

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"Remedy" In the stillness of love, we find our grace, Not in haste, but in the sacred space. The world may tremble, the tempest may call, Yet love is the anchor, the essence of all. It mends the heart, it soothes the soul, A divine elixir that makes us whole. ...

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In the stillness of a twilight hour, Where shadows stretch and silence grows, I call out to the fading light, But the echo returns not, as it goes. Beneath the boughs of ancient trees, Whispers linger on the breeze, Yet every word I cast in air Is swallowed whole by the unseen seas. I stand beside the silent brook, Its waters murmur tales of...

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