Metamorphic Poems - Poems about Metamorphic

...If slavery was a choice, as some have agreed, then what are we? If watching your father and mother endure rape or murder was a choice, Then why do we sit on idle hands, while Trump eradicates our p......

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... Written: February 23, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France Quote: “ We journey not to escape existence, but to ensure existence does not escape us.” By Poet ......

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... Disseminated, I fell in Fall A Cascade of Amber Autumn Leaves Rejected and Cast Away by Deep Rooted Seasoned Trees Purged of Energy that no Longer Align Nature's Foreboding Warning Sign. ......

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... For the inducement of the compulsive being the transmuting tenet of uniqueness, the personified indebted identity changes appearance in self-designed colour melange, while the conjured chame......

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...in my jar, crooked cold pressing gray, these bones I fold while the rain beats dead, a wandering sun trapped in glass, I hear no one a passing eye, on occasion may break the dark, then drift aw......

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... For the maneuvered inducement of compulsive being, the transmuting tenet of titular uniqueness, the personified convoluted identity, changes in the self-devised palette of color mélange, whil......

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...A Strange heat is walking up the street with a heavy load upon its head and a yardstick to measure the dead, it’s walking in a straight line, staring at the glaciers melting from the hill filling the......

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... In the ostensible show of life’s drama, enactments perfected with the labor of passion, aureate the sequel created by metamorphic alchemy. The surreptitious shift from one actor to another, ......

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... The desolate wasteland of destitute deprivation, traversed in tortuous trail by my jagged life, trying relentless so long, so very hard, to flatten out anguished angularities of......

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...We’re (my roommates and I) at a specific time of youth - a time I’ll call “close.” We aren’t fully adults but we’re close, we’re not completely out and independent, but we’re close. And once again, w......

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... O, elusive muse, mysterious and profound bruise, you bewitch my soul, never to be found in the way of former use. In your absence, I am left with bittersweet caramello pai......

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...Do not stare in unbelief Or marvel at the moment of a miracle Rather stand in complete relief That energy has shown itself completely In metamorphic perfection Metamorphic elements in pure per......

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...Zigzag criss-cross sculptured archipelago love exchange Mountainous scapes interrupt the coastal contemplation. Sands, like peerless pure pearls, split and spread into a dune range. Glee and glow ......

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... In the landscape of entangled existence, we traversed life on the path of no essence. Ego chasing the mirage of endless desire, wandering cynical in wasteland made us tire. Vanity and cr......

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...(John Day Fossil Beds, 2018) Revisiting The Same Ground Over and over again I find myself returning to the same thoughts, ideas, histories but now with years more experience between ......

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