Transformation Poems
Transformation
by Mario Odekerken
A crack
becomes a path.
What breaks
does not vanish,
it changes shape,
learns
to move differently
through the world.
The Price of Becoming
by Mario Odekerken
No one tells you
that to grow
is to lose parts of yourself
you once protected like sacred ground.
Becoming is not a bloom.
It is an unraveling.
A quiet dismantling
of the person you thought you had to be.
......
Mr. Tree
by Rohan Dhulipalla
the sakura tree
in the dusty ol’ dark corner of the failing shop,
(although the owner would beg to disagree)
priced at $7.95
with a cardboard sign fastened with white cable ties
reading “UNLIKELY TO STAY ALIVE”
it appears that it was trying to expand,
to spread its branches,
but expansions weren’t in demand
......
as i begin to learn the rhythm of our seasons
by sopa c
in Spring, we swell and pop
like buds on trees.
we burst in all directions,
a grenade under pressure
our debris lands in beds of dewy grass waiting patiently to incinerate.
this Spring we collect parts of the body like polished rocks on the river banks.
the hands, the mouth, and the tongue,
we are learning the ways they caress sweet words.
fruit trees blossom and so does the space behind our eyes.
......
"The mountain that moves in silence."
by Dylan Wu Rong
When the world turned, none knew...
As the soil part ways here,
met half way there, none knew...
Hands joined, wrapped in each others embrace,
whispering their sorrows to each other, none knew...
As the fallen flower grew into a magnificent tree,
under the shade of the foliage they stood,
when the leaves rustled, they never knew...
As the streams turned the corner,
as they split- one to fall, one to flow, they never knew...
......
Transformation
by Mario Odekerken
A crack
becomes a path.
What breaks
does not vanish,
it changes shape,
learns
to move differently
through the world.
The Price of Becoming
by Mario Odekerken
No one tells you
that to grow
is to lose parts of yourself
you once protected like sacred ground.
Becoming is not a bloom.
It is an unraveling.
A quiet dismantling
of the person you thought you had to be.
......
events
by Jupiters Angel
So who turns the world around
no matter who shapes your ground
only small voices able to make sound.
When something negative occurs in the material world
it's usually a positive in the emotional spirit world.
These are pointers, compass turned,
a fraction time burned.
Don't push time.
Let the new winds sail you to new calmer, cleared oceans.
Accept the new plan, don't show your face to the old world
......
as i begin to learn the rhythm of our seasons
by sopa c
in Spring, we swell and pop
like buds on trees.
we burst in all directions,
a grenade under pressure
our debris lands in beds of dewy grass waiting patiently to incinerate.
this Spring we collect parts of the body like polished rocks on the river banks.
the hands, the mouth, and the tongue,
we are learning the ways they caress sweet words.
fruit trees blossom and so does the space behind our eyes.
......
My Love Is To Kill
by Ilya Fkari
I love…
I love to live, and I love to kill.
My nature is to steal the essence of the will.
To see you fade into the picture,
to have you captured in the frame.
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