#Transformative poetry

[taimanzano]

One of one. One, alone, one.

[lucidloving]

@redpi11 // Anaïs Nin // @kfkx // Jennifer Willoughby, "The Sun is Still a Part of Me" // Jorge Luis Borges, "A New Refutation of Time" // Euripides, Medea (trans. Oliver Taplin) // Jenny Slate, Little Weirds // Keaton St. James, "September Affirmation (Don't Be Afraid)" // @kfkx // Czeslaw Milosz, "Late Ripeness" (trans. Robert Haas)

[thetypewriterdaily]

soft reminder 🐛🦋🧡

[clawsou]

Jazz's meeting with Music

by Clawsou

I finally possess the beat

of the human heart.

Remedy of Soul

My spark is whole.

[sleepyeule]

Deja vu 🥺

[speerfisch]

rip me apart, split me plant new seeds

let me feel the worms twitching

let me grow anew like a forgotten garden, let gentle deers meander through me

carried by the arms of the storm I want

to be in awe.

illustrations, text and typographie ©marlin finn mackensen, 2023

[leonardospoetry]

I feel like my mind can make a hell out of any little negative emotion. And usually it’s because there’s some kind of aversion present, a desperate urge to banish or numb the feeling.

This little poem is a reminder to face difficult emotions with kindness and ease.

[kaontic]

Starscream asked me to post this:

Just after he left, Megatron asked me to post this:

And thus, the TF multiverse’s balance had been restored.

[derangedrhythms]

Anne Sexton, Transformations; from 'Hansel and Gretel'

[thunderwetter]

TransforMay Days 1 - 3 " Humble Origins" Our most recent Optimus - Orion Pax from TF:One - admiring the origins of his character - the original G1 Optimus Prime toy!

Wrote this little poem to go along with it: Before him stood a little toy built from plastic and alloy. Impressed, young Pax proclaimed in glee: "This tiny creature looks like me!" Little did our soldier know, that soon he too will learn and grow. Optimus Prime his name shall be and hope will be his legacy.

Find this post on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55659586 And the collection for my Prompt List where hopefully soon others will upload their stuff aswell ^-^ https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Bwans_TransforMay_2024

[ventsesh24]

[flowersandfashion]

Adrienne Rich, Planetarium /// I Saw The T.V. Glow (2024) dir. Jane Schoenbrun /// Mary Oliver, Stars /// The Pillars of Creation captured by NASA’s James Webb Space Telescope /// Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase /// Falling Star (1884) by Witold Pruszkowski /// Adrienne Rich /// I Saw The T.V. Glow

[woundgallery]

Adam Zagajewski (translated by Clare Cavanagh

[michaela-o]

Okay not really sure if i ever mentioned this but i really like writing poetry and i kinda wanted to share this one with you that i wrote about a human and Cybertronians even tho i don't usually share my poetry with anyone cuz im pretty shy about it-

But anyways since i can't really draw rn i'll share my writings with you at least !! Really hope you like it ! 🫶🏻

(P.S. i'm feeling a little bit better after 4 ibuprofens🥹)

Metal and Flesh

In the quiet dawn where the sun shines its first light, a human stands, hands as tender as the morning warm breeze, teaching an old Cybertronian, mighty, as old as the time, the delicate art of gentleness, so long by them forgotten.

A warrior, forged in battles fierce and cold, his hands, instruments of power and might, now guided by her as they tremble and pause, learning to cradle, to nurture, to softly hold.

"Feel the earth" she whispers, her voice a soothing stream "Touch it as if it were a newborn's breath, for in gentleness lies a strength unspoken. A power that does not destroy but heal."

He kneels, immense, beside her fragile form, hands once weapons, now brushing petals lightly, each movement a lesson in restraint and care, his touch soft as a whisper, a promise of peace.

"Here" she shows him, placing a flower in his hand, "See how it bends but does not break? How beauty thrives not through force but grace? Because in gentleness you will find life's true embrace."

He watches, awed, as the flower blooms, yet unharmed by his once destructive grasp. In her teachings, he discovers a new way, a path of calm tenderness, of hope.

Together they tend a garden of dreams. Her guidance a beacon, his spark learning anew, for in her hands she holds the power to transform a warrior into a guardian, gentle and true.

As the sun rises higher, painting the sky gold, They stand, side by side, a silent harmony of spark and soul.

For in her, he finds the essence of life’s gentle kiss,

And in him, she finds the protector of fragile things.

(i'm really nervous about posting this but i hope you like it !!🫶🏻🧡 I really like the concept of humans teaching the old war ridden Cybertronians some peace and gentleness😌)

[leonardospoetry]

How foolish of us for trying  to escape the changes of life. I wonder if a flower tries to resist as the universe pulls its existence  from within the seed to the bud and then petal by petal,  bringing it back into the  one. Maybe it just says, with all  the silence of its being,  thank you.

[naehilisms]

The Misery of Sight, Megatron, 12674.20.08

what light reached us,

ever tentative

in the depths of rock?

what gentle flickering beyond the bowels of ravenous metal,

consuming—

was it you?

the light of your optics, a blue glimmer, a smile to dream

to pull me out of the

contented darkness.

but I have seen the real light now, devastating

been blinded by its cruelty, casting

brightness!

revelation!

honesty!

all of their sins laid bare from the shadows

and never again. never again.

you may lay your gaze on me once more

but I do not see the brightness in you

nor will you find salvation in me

for I already saw the light leave yours

snuffed by my own servo.

all that is left is me

and this terrible brightness

and I will bring the violence they hid into the open

splayed like a corpse

and never again will anyone speak of function

or destiny

or divine right.

there will only be the ones who remain

and the light that reaches us.

Today I bring you tf one megatron poetry. Tomorrow? Who knows