Transformation Poems
"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...
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Lost and found
by Sonja D.
Waking up naked
On the cold forest floor
Shivering, thirsting, fearing.
I have to go now,
But I am just lost.
Calling for help
My sisters, my brother
Trembling, crying, despairing.
I need to leave now,
......
Candle(man)
by R C
There once was a man
His skin was made of milk-white wax
Though his flesh was still made of tissue and
Blood
Now, being such a peculiar
Person
He was, understandably, shunned by
The people
So, to prove his worth
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Wilted Sunflower
by Prachi Sheoran
On the verge of death, a mighty star,
Conceived a delicate flower.
Dainty, pure, and bright,
Her soul alit by the last light.
Left in a field both radiant and vile,
She bloomed eternal but servile.
A little droopy, a little broke, and plenty shunned,
......
In This Moment
by Monica Ellis
Right now
a first kiss
a child is born
a discovery found
a decision made
all inviting elevated evolution
"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...
......
Wilted Sunflower
by Prachi Sheoran
On the verge of death, a mighty star,
Conceived a delicate flower.
Dainty, pure, and bright,
Her soul alit by the last light.
Left in a field both radiant and vile,
She bloomed eternal but servile.
A little droopy, a little broke, and plenty shunned,
......
Lost and found
by Sonja D.
Waking up naked
On the cold forest floor
Shivering, thirsting, fearing.
I have to go now,
But I am just lost.
Calling for help
My sisters, my brother
Trembling, crying, despairing.
I need to leave now,
......
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
......
The Maze of Truth
by Lamar Yousif
Hello, I'm aiming to get better at writing poetry. So, I decided the best course of action was to write whatever came to mind to the best of my ability and then get personalized guidance rather than the generic and repetitive "helpful tips" I find on websites. Be as mean and brutal as you see fit, as long as it's honest and helpful. If you can, give me tips on what to name this thing, I think "The Maze of Truth" is a bit bland. Anyway, here it is:
The Maze of Truth
We all jump often, and leaves glide down, but birds are the ones with flight
Humans try so hard to dream away,
As from reality, we all try to flee.
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