Best Transformation Poems

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...

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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...

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Was it illusion,was it a dream?
That Garden in moonlight , ink
Dark sky. A single cloud like a
Razor passing. Black tree stretched 
High and it’s claws scratched the
The milky way.Rectangular pond
Black as crude oil deadly still, I
Kneel and gaze deep within; like
Narcissus  enamoured and
Transformed. A...

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Born in a valley's secluded mountain range
 Wandered along the rivers clear 
 Knelt in havens carved in a forest
 Escaped to dwell at ocean's shore
 Enticed to follow budding dreams
 And there, while chasing butterflies
 The barren desert bloomed...

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“Transformation of winter into spring shares hopeful hearts” by Poet

Winter’s Transformation

Bird songs reverberate from tree to tree
songs that elate when they reach the ears.
Spring is almost here and the birds are in tune.
Wistful dreams of warmth and tulips abound.
The willow weaves her magic with breezes...

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TRANSFORMATION – a weird Choka

Our dear Uncle Claude
He loved us kids    we loved him
He always brought us candy
Called him Santa Claude
Strange thing though    this steady change
Now he’s called Aunt Claudia

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This is not a true story...

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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...

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Oh translucent the body takes it's ovoid shape,  
An amalgam of life from inside it's bloated state, 
Pro choice and glistening,
latching in a confined space of creation,
As outside light penetrates to it's depth and core,
Taking energy blessedly to it's segmented form,
Steady development throughout the...

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RUINS OF TRANSFORMATION

Hands hold, faces face
Eyes lock, bridge distance
Time stops in silent grace.
Hands hang, faces distort
Eyes glare, bridge burns
Past crashes, time aborts.

Minds close, hearts abrade
Egos blaze on identity incinerated
Pledges wreck, bonds degrade.
Road deserted in journey to isolation
Past keeps the future shrouded
Time rues the ruins of...

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Today the worm crawls.
Tomorrow he will transform,
And fly in beauty....

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Butterfly, you are protected, 
hard-rigged outer layer of shell 
Baby egg with thin coating of wax laid on a plant
Glued hard, silk pad which can't be separated

Few weeks close to winter
you are resting, waiting for the spring to hatch
if your mother waited for spring
your beauty...

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Inevitable Transformation



                            Despite human lust to remain human in all

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Sunlight rains upon my face
Cascading memories cloaked in mystery
Kissing my eyelids
Ancient teardrops glide down my cheeks
Warmth illuminating my hungry soul

A sense of calm
A pulsating ellipse emerges before me
I dive into the magenta abyss
Releasing my wounded heart from its cage
Fear resides
Primal vibrations guide me

Becoming one with...

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In this pestilential year time forgot
behind maskless faces false facts hold sway,
it’s hard to write nice, when our world is not 
what should a poet in quarantine say?

Behind maskless faces false facts hold sway,
while plague is loose and climate still warming
what can a poet in...

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Cradling every scar,
Singing each pain to the wind,
Till I owned my song....

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