Transforms Poems - Poems about Transforms

...Underneath the Southern Cross, the comet makes its way, A trail of greenish fire, igniting night from day. It came from distant realms, from icy, darkened space, Returning after decades, with it......Read the rest...

... Line of inquiry: “We have been here a thousand times before Memory erased, each time we begin anew Of hands held tenderly, we’ve lost the score Each embrace virgin like fresh morning dew ......Read the rest...

...Beneath the veil of twilight, time lets its shadow fall, It trickles like quicksilver through the unseen hourglass, The silent ticking follows us, we, the children of earth, Try to halt it with th......Read the rest...

...My solitude weaves the paths of the night that unfolds beneath my footsteps, And when my eyelashes fall heavy - a puppetry of worlds dims in their blindness. In the frown of my eyebrows, The Moon ......Read the rest...

...The labyrinth of the mind transforms into a somber temple, where glyphs of thought intertwine, And beneath the dome of the nocturnal sky, hearts like ancient scrolls unfold and burn in incantations.......Read the rest...

...A mute vow, ancient as time itself, that spans between us, Is a smile knotted in a veil of unheard kisses, A respite in the symphony of love, where we, masters of the secret notes, Bring to life a......Read the rest...

...Beneath the velvet cloak of the midnight sky, A solitary dreamer stands, wondering why. City lights flicker, a distant hum, Eyes wide open, yet senses numb. Streets stretch out like rivers of c......Read the rest...

...Poem inspired by the song “Lay my body down” by Glenn Hughes I don’t think of death when I think of you, We’ve been told many lies, none of them true. Walking the path of consciousness, I am d......Read the rest...

...Your indifference is the abandoned torch that scours old bridges, Hiding in shadows the echoes of each tremulous and cold step. Your wounds, coppery reliefs that lure me dishonorably, Urge me to e......Read the rest...

...Picture portraits of us together in the placid plantation of peacefulness that is lit with emotionally righteous wit Pleasant sounds fill me up and thrill me…ascends my frown into a smile Going ba......Read the rest...

... A Dusty Trail Called Hate Miracle Man 4/13/2024 Hate is a dusty trail, where seldom raindrops fall. What causes man’s hate to exist, oft times he can’t recall. Does hate exist fo......Read the rest...

...In the realm where night caresses the dawn, Under the stellar vault, where time rests in memories, A song rises, an echo of lost souls, On lands where love, an eternal enigma, weaves its myths. D......Read the rest...

... In lands where emerald skies meet snowy ground, A tranquil scene, a paradise is found. Within the chill, my heart finds sweet release, As nature's allure grants inner peace. The sky, a canvas......Read the rest...

...O Bipolar, harass me nevermore! Depart from me! For Easter Sunday's here, a comfort which transforms this time of year, and cuts you like an ox for evermore. O Minotaur, you cursed bu......Read the rest...

...I now whisper a verse, like a curtain of shooting stars, Weaving with a rhyme, an echo from worlds locked in the distance afar. To clasp your treasure, your sublime feminine essence, Through rosew......Read the rest...