Water Transformation Poems | Examples
These Water Transformation poems are examples of Transformation poems about Water. These are the best examples of Transformation Water poems written by international poets.
There was a time when the child was the center of the circle. The elders sang her name into the morning, braided her hair with stories, fed her with hands that had known hunger. She was carried across rivers of doubt, through storms of becoming, and placed gently at the edge of her own path.
Now she walks with her head full of noise, measuring love by the frequency of messages, forgetting the songs that once held her upright. She says they are silent. That they do not call. But the wind remembers. The wind remembers the prayers whispered into her pillow, the sacrifices made without witness, the tears that fell into the soil to make her strong.
She has grown tall, but not deep. Her roots skim the surface, searching for mirrors instead of water. She has learned the names of stars, but not the names of those who lit them for her. The elders do not chase. They wait. They speak in the language of patience, of time that moves like rivers underground. And still, she does not hear.
ghost wind through cedars—
names carved in the bark still sing,
but no one listens
Awakened! I returned a stream in Spring
to flow and grow on nature’s snowmelt milk.
I came to be of earth and sky (...a fling;),
my sire a winter storm. Like liquid silk
emerging, I was born; a water-child.
Between two banks I nestled with my dreams
and bloomed a gAnGLy creek ‘til solstice. Wild
I played— not meek but sleek. I crested s-e-a-m-s,
a juvenile with ~snaky-curves~ and —==>speed.
Mid June rebellion, ripples bared, I’d run
as sweet as rum and swelled with rain, (a)greed;
the gasoline with which my wish was spun…
by August dusk, a river-woman reigned!
Oh, stars— those s.t.u.d.s— did r!se [as if ordained].
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 leave me a fool.
Both sun-blind at midnight, rainbow scales in the night light,
Finding the love in the cracks of your paw—unlimited, yet finite.
Newborn, yet aching, with nothing left to give,
With famine’s touch still singing, but no love to let live.
It was my intention to escape you before we met again,
But the bends of the grizzly river flow, uncaring and unwavered—
And now your soft claws have my head, again wishing to be savored.
I witnessed a body lying
On the dead earth while formless and dismal
A mire swollen and dying
From this body arose a child so small
Out of the flesh stinking of gall
A child whiter than a pearly lily
Who flew into paradise tranquilly
The foulness of flesh remained not
The child’s pureness left the world’s morbilli
For water and fire begot
Inspired by a passage from "Revelations of Divine Love" by Julian of Norwich, in the long text version.
“An eternal man
Will bathe you in flames and light
To cleanse your own flesh of sin”
“Do not reflect flesh
Seek to mix water and flames
To reflect eternal light”
Hair the color of saffron
undulating slowly
capturing the sunlight
entangling pearls in her curls
mesmerizing
Surrounded by life
bursting around her
some billowing with the ebb and flow
in time with her glorious hair
some moving through the water
at their own pace
she smiles, face upturned
reveling in the sun that filters down to her
She loves her home
especially in the moonlight
it envelopes her as she gazes
at her eternal twin fish constellation
the waters part as she slices through it
sinuous emerald thrusts Atargatis would envy
Nothing hides her beauty
and the magic that she bears
encouraging us to face our inner demons
forgive our darkest selves
and allow
transformation
free chilling waves
dead body against to sea
dissolving in fog
Cascade of turbulent stream pounds rock floor,
foaming water flows to meet the calm sea.
Summer sun crumbles wasteland to dry core,
moonbeam gleam sprinkles stardust on debris.
Enmeshed opposites mingle seamless free.
Surge of time wrecks drifting life in windstorm,
to a lone bird in your nest I transform.
When I suffer in cold nights of disdain,
I lie to dream under your fond wings warm,
where your enamored touch soothes all my pain.
August 30, 2020
Contest : Strand Completely New (28)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
From the depths of hell
I have came
Deep dark and pitted
It was full of flames of anger
and bitter
In a small healthy corner
A seed was planted
Where sunshine shone on thee
With time, effort and patience
The seed grew some happy, healthy, green leaves.
A gift of support in water was given
Out of love and curiosity
To see if it would grow
anything else healthy and green
In this dark place of inner turmoil
Perhaps it could find peace
Soon the flames of anger were out
And the small insignificant seed
Had turned into a strong, happy, smiling tree
From that tree spread more life and love
From that tiny, insignificant seed
A forest of love began to sprout
5/27/2018
Kale Brereton
I’m letting the alcohol transform me
To bore who I can become
It becomes harder and easier to see
At the same time did I stay, did I run?
It is so hard to explain with words
Even harder to know my unknown
My thoughts… unable… simply flirts
With every disappearing truth I own
Transformed without desire
Reformed to only have lived lesser
It’s a passion without the fire
A thought perhaps drown within water
In light of all…I have found my lost
Living with an open heart in darkness
In darken state… to hide all cause
Living with an open wound in paleness
Have I drank a drop too much?
To become a poet I never wanted to be
The sort of inspiration I touch
Need I fear what is transforming me?
Transformation (XVI)
Do you think you know water
because you drink it?
It’s not just chemistry,
hydrogen and oxygen molecules…
yes, its nature is fluid
and its texture is wet,
these are what the senses know.
Water has no steady-state,
it can be frozen in matter
or be the dancing clouds,
it transforms based on the environment;
changes to stay balanced…
To the arrogant fish,
water is life and death,
to know anything else is useless.
To the self-centered garden, water
is a blessing and a curse; it doesn’t
make judgments like good or bad,
it only knows that it craves it.
The gardener notices mercurial drops
of rain staining his kale leaves
and he realizes that gold
is the currency of Men
but the Master prefers silver,
like water, it is present
in the sky and the earth.
Have I not taught you anything,
young silversmith, about water?
Is there nothing here, in the words
of a blind man, to inspire you?
Do you know water well enough, White Feather,
to make it rain? Only then will you
truly understand it.
Words: 182 2/13/17
In dizzying rounds rain goes up and down;
see the heat of the day steamroll the lawn.
Mist ascends; then back again, dew rebounds;
to bathe the leaves, kiss the breeze, rain fawns.
A lawn moss green down by the stream at dawn
is frosted with a sprite haze of frail fog.
Born of goosebump nights are damp morns,
where water falls translucent in the bog.
With a sizzling sound the rain dropped adorns
the lilies in the bog on rheumy morns.
On mountains high the rain falls white disguised
as snow; sun turns snow to ice, down it goes.
In dizzy rounds rain pounds, the sun complies
and all this a high power has composed.
Water disguised is a gift that God's composed.
As I walk upon this road of life…
I desire the path absent from strife…
Free from monetary delusions…
Free from Egocentric energy games of confusion…
Moving from hoping there is greater purpose to existence…
Into knowing the significance of removing resistance…
Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…
Show me my dreams, revealing true desires…
Show me the mystery to ignite the passionate intension fire…
Show me my source of loves purity…
Free from judgments latent with fearful insecurities.
Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…
I am a seed floating among winds of change…
Nurtured by the fertility of divinity…
To flourish is to breathe…
Mind is the soil for my seeds of desire…
My spoken word is the sunlight, the water…
Creating materialization of tangible fruit…
Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…
I saw it in the deep river of red,
and goose bumps arose on my flesh.
Stepping in to the cool, cool water,
I sunk deeper surrounded in spirits matter.
Currents took me by the hand
pulling me further across the land.
I came upon this light of blue
rejoicing as away my ego flew
leaving me free to take spirits hand.
I walked with spirit for a long, long while,
relishing the benevolence with my peaceful smile.
He spoke of things that I held within my soul;
A kindness and gentleness was my true goal.
He showed me the truth from his lightness of being
a picture of forgiveness for all living beings.
It was only here that we would find
a pureness of love to carry us during this time.
I thanked spirit gladly then returned back to shore.
Gale Lynne
SPRING - LOVE TRANSFORMATION
His river-bed flows in love-warmed lands
But when it’s shelled with loneliness frigid,
(That isolation brings in empty hands ),
Then he feels the pain of coldness rigid.
All too solid is the frozen shell of solitude.
All too absent the emotion flow he needs
When heart returns to beating sinewed
Life, which warming water feeds.
Oh, let the spring come quick on winged heels:
Oh, let him find an overflowing love
Until his empty bed once more feels
The penetrating light from there above.
Then the transformation’s seen in him
And soul’s replenished to the very brim.
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Written for Debbie Guzzi's Contest "Transformation"