Metamorphosis Poems

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Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis short poem

It will be painful, generational. Hard to keep up. The old will resist fight the loss of their world. Change will be blinding, the fabric of civilization fraying turning to dust. Everything known will be obliterated. Humanity loses its identity.

Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis short poem

One time in my youth my color was green with vim in my veins I swam with the stream I went through a change that the chrysalis take went to sleep as a raindrop awoke as a lake. Now music

Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis long poem

It’s a fluttering dove, No…mayhap a trembling rabbit, Why does it sound so loud? The shaking, the trembling Now the throbbing, the thudding In my ears, a stampede, The gasp that awakens, confirming It’s the beat of my heart, Out

Metamorphosis (after Ovid)

Metamorphosis (after Ovid) short poem

In this blood-watered land forms flow fluid as serpent becomes lizard, lizard becomes turtle, turtle become cicada, cicada becomes sea urchin, becomes sacred owl with onyx eyes In this soul-fed land fugitive figures fuse into each other, my breath becomes

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Photosynthesis

Photosynthesis long poem

Neath the boughs and eaves; a soul all withered, weathered; grieves. For a love once unfurled Of promises made; and hope assumed and vows murled…. Scattered and battered in the undergrowth lies a heart that has found no rhythm no

Poems containing references to : Metamorphosis

Journey To Grave

Journey To Grave short poem

I feel eternal and immortal as I don’t realise it is my breath which is keeping me alive I am not bothered to know every breath that I am taking is leading me into my grave Upon Good I feel

Revenge Of The Manifesto

Revenge Of The Manifesto elegy

Overturned, years of stasis Paralysis by mental blockade A political metamorphosis. Afoot at the general election; Vengeance of the Manifesto. The interregnum, the entrenched vote Tranches appear, on Revised Register Deceased coded, in numbers resurrect. Beyond the grave, claim their

Me

Me short poem

I travel between two worlds World of imagination, another of daily settings. I work, I talk, I sleep and eat And do all things, all for common blessings. My essential hours guide me To assume my conscious self Amid the

The Divine

The Divine ode

He awakens To a wicked world Of His own design Where the Damned Live amongst The Divine Their perfect little lives An illusion Fueled by vanity As He searches The darkness for light And His sanity Rythm of the heart

*The Dead Tiger

*The Dead Tiger short poem

the hunt begins after sunset under cracked moon, blindfolded clouds start visiting volitionlessly: the nesting eagles, I choose this bitter absurdity of large wings under the sun, where they will announce the shade, a lonely patch of life, of signature

The Space Between

The Space Between long poem

the end of a thought is never for its death, but for a new beginning; there is always a meaningful silence, a metamorphosis, I do ever find, between a stop and its succeeding word like that of death into birth

The Jungle Rules

The Jungle Rules short poem

Wrigglers dripped again from hidden heights. The red river changed its course furiously. The wave climbers abseiled from a lethal boat to wipe out the beach memory. Timeline sneaked to put the blood signature of a cult on the glass

Life’s Toast

Life’s Toast short poem

Difficult it becomes, the secret of the judgement and metamorphosis of the painted cotton into a stained truth. To save the present tense. A dangerous crowd of vowels to express the incomplete moment of watery teeth, so hung, while misspeaking

New Four Quartets (year 2015)

New Four Quartets  (year 2015) long poem

Are angelic neurons fleshing inside a trans-Inquisition tavern? Another kind of speaking, pontificating globe? Can we feel the burning and sexing of the four seasons with the four elements, recycling earth, water, air, fire, to produce the quintessence of your

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Yellow Face

Yellow Face short poem

When life falls apart you do not pick up the shadow. It is the shadow, which gathers you in arms. Little things make a difference a diety comes at your door. And a gift lies broken a little bread was

Memories

Memories short poem

The house is quiet Now you’ve gone No more music No love song Emptiness rings out loud Where we would dance Without a crowd The house is quiet No more laughter Just memories Gathering dust Shadows that used to be

In The Wrong Place

In The Wrong Place short poem

Sinuous roots stretch scrawny limbs, Seeking security in a forbidding terrain. Tentative fingers probing for purchase, Momentarily anchor, creep and grasp again. Mindless ambition, an instinctive will, Drives a path to solar sustenance. Revitalising rays multiply cells, Promoting uninvited regeneration.

Dear Make Up

Dear Make Up short poem

Dear Make up, Make-up make-up oh pretty world you are, Shining on her lips from so far. Oh how hot and cold you can be, Dark for kohl and a rosy blush for cheeks so glee. But darling, darling I want

Rendezvous

Rendezvous short poem

It’s been a day, maybe two Since our chance encounter when I met you And suddenly now the words are pouring Like the rain on a mid summer morning It’s beautiful this feeling,this constant yearning But I knew from the

No Roof For Reindeer

No Roof For Reindeer elegy

Page 1. the celebrated sailing frog from Montgomery County went a court’n, or so the tale iz toad to a grand ole mansion built around 1910, and e’en ‘pon being razed ~2012 ah no dummy sea worthiness still plainly showed,

Untitled

Untitled short poem

My aura shining around me enlightened by what’s inside me A diamond who needed polished got it, my eyes unblinded Thoughts and acts realignment dark nights I was found in Cages I was confined in but wisdom help me survive

Should I

Should I short poem

Should I Should l call you love of my life or destroyer of it? Should I give you a kiss for love or a slap for hate? Should l feel love for you or hate for me? Should l sleep

The Man

The Man short poem

Every day in his life was hell, Repercussions he could hardly spell. He endured drudgery to pay his bills, No time for Netflix and chills. Man, he never had the privilege of peers, His world was always shrouded by petulant

Bondage

Bondage short poem

BONDAGE Memories of the joyous moments spent with you are emitting out deep from my heart and i feel like rhyming the choicest of the romantic tunes in Ecstasy and mingle with you to set our bondage to eternity As

Love Over Loss

Love Over Loss short poem

As dark as the night he chases his prey lika an animal who fights he lies, he betrays One after the next picking and choosing no fears, no regrets a life worth losing One choice is to lose another is

Ravi Varma’s Orchestra

Ravi Varmas Orchestra short poem

A beautiful portrait of lovely ladies hangs in front of me in my workplace gazing at them I often wonder- – Where, where have we come from being them? ? Bejewelled, bedecked, beautified – -an epitome of adornment coy, silent.demure.humble

Who Is Right?

Who Is Right? prose poem

What do you believe? Why do you believe it? How did you learn it? Who taught you? What where their motives. Ideas not men rule the world. Some believe in religion, some do not. Some believe in life after death,

Take My Breath Away

Take My Breath Away prose poem

Every moment that I spent with you How much was delightful How exciting and delectable it was But it is the reflection of the past now I passed every moment with you until tomorrow Now are the remnants of memories

Flutes Ache

Flutes Ache ode

Indeed ; I ‘m not aspiring to the eternity, but the fact of the matter is that I reprimand the wind at the opening of the poem. I roster as God does in the poets’ funeral. I lie down on

Forever

Forever short poem

She worked hard, He worked harder, They both tried, To keep it together… But it was beyond, Their reach, They could not hold on, Forever…! They fought all night long, She ripped all of his letters, He burnt all her

Blood Red

Blood Red short poem

Betrayals from long-ago, Resurfaced when I saw you. Though time had past, The wounds still bleed. As if the damage, Was done yesterday! No apologies ever flowed, From your evil lips. Sympathy was never implied, All I could see was

Poison Is A Woman’s Weapon

Poison Is A Womans Weapon short poem

Poison is a woman’s choice, When it comes to dealing death. Those able hands that ladle love, Can dribble death in dollop; Amative breasts can often sting, Bedaubed in aspine wreath. Poison is a woman’s choice, When it comes to

Childhood!

Childhood! short poem

This side that side up and down every side is pain i just wanna live live once again! That phase of life when happiness was untrained and no smile was so fake i wanna be a kid a kid once

The thing about pain

The thing about pain short poem

An unwelcome feeling Something I’d rather refrain from It’s not what happened after But what happened during the storm Making you weak It will seep right through Taking a sharp knife Stabbing it into you. You will wanna run As

Blank

Blank long poem

Voices in my head they don’t heed to me anymore have a life of their own and me as a slave critique everything I do fight over each small detail perspectives and bitter hurt and they keep it alive keep

Old Pair Of Socks

Old Pair Of Socks short poem

That old pair of socks, lying in the drawer, Reminds me of mom, winters and A long lost lover… Those fresh white textures Look worn out and grey And yet there’s so much they’re waiting to say… I touch them

Our Ultimate

Our Ultimate short poem

We all seek something bigger than us Something strong our hearts can trust Greater than what we can understand So great our hearts could bend Something far from the usual Definitely not what our minds used to know But what

Defeating Evil

Defeating Evil short poem

The air whirled around in circles. Dried leaves whistled beneath my feet. Something was trying to delay me. Something strange was afoot. Rain started to drip, drip, drip. Then torrents down on my face. I was surely getting the message.

Breaking Bondage

Breaking Bondage short poem

Enter cycle two and the Breaking of Bondage… Well what lies down this road now Heaven only knows but I’m not gonna be your prisoner anymore, I don’t want to look back on yesterday tomorrow and regret the dreams I

Action, Actor, Agent

Action, Actor, Agent short poem

To act ceaselessly ordained, By reactions inevitably chained, Karmic Wheel relentlessly turns, Fruits it haplessly churns, To rebirth, in new cycle to return. One his Truth who Knows, Neither as actor nor action, Neti, neti as the Sages said, Mere

The Girl

The Girl short poem

The girl I met last day She appears to be strong Unmoved by emotions As hard as a rock Broken into small pieces But still staying strong. I mistook her to be a diamond Unbroken and hardened By all the

What A World

What A World prose poem

Wow what a world we live in. I wish I could power down. Shut off. But I can’t. None of us can. Bills to pay, life to live. Just around and around. What an unfortunate time to be alive ..

You Are Special To Me

You Are Special To Me ballad

My hopes are with you. Daily I’ve been trying to show you. That all I want is for you to know. You are special to me. If our dance were of lovers. Then you’ll discover with time. I’ll be in