Best Cacoon Poems
White evanescent waves roll on the shore
with such felicity of frothy bliss.
Rhapsodic sounds explode as they explore;
present the waiting beach their foamy kiss.
Above, the dulcet sounds echo the call
of gulls, neath radiant, pale sapphire skies;
plethora of white V-shaped wings asprawl,
invokes idyllic sights that mesmerize.
As waves recede, a shell remains onshore;
perhaps a talisman brought forth for me.
What living thing, like a cacoon, it bore,
and now to me came from this deep, dark sea.
The sky and sea hold treasures each their own;
but special are the gifts from depths unknown.
January 23, 2016
Premiere Contest: Gifts
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Categories:
cacoon, blessing, nature, sea, sky,
Form:
Sonnet
Your agouti mix with your silver sleek shine,
Your genus “canis lupus” known throughout time.
You hunt in packs deep in the woods,
So stealthy and confident just like you should.
Carnivore mammal, tough as steel,
You ripped me apart for your last meal.
Untamed and wild beneath the the moon,
You've startled me in my pathetic cacoon.
Unraveled, strings pulled out of needles,
So high strung, and a beast who wheedles.
A savage predator from North America,
With ancestors spread through Northern Canada.
You came and left in the blink of my eye,
I heard you found a home somewhere near by.
First time I saw you I ended up on my knees,
Searched for shelter crying out for indemnity.
Last time I saw you my heart was in ruins,
It's only because of your tedious undoing.
Later than sooner when we meet again,
I'll pray for comfort and hope to suspend.
Your call of the wild screeches in my ears,
As you pass on your legacy throughout the years.
Your agouti mix with your silver sleek shine,
Next time you're near I'll be disinclined.
Categories:
cacoon, animal, fear, journey, metaphor,
Form:
Couplet
As I lay my hand on my womb
I realize you will be here soon!
My pains come on quick and I could feel your patience
wearing thin..
Like a butterfly coming out of a cacoon
my dear you arrived very soon!
You looked up at me with your beautiful big blue eyes
and I could feel the rays of love beaming from your eyes!
You were my pot of Gold at the end of the rainbow..
The first day I seen you walk my heart beamed with pride..
The first time you talked I cried tears of joy!
When you graduated from kindergarten I realized that day
you could be anything you wanted to be!
As time has passed each and every achievement you have ever achieved
has been my pot of gold..
My little angel sent from above..
Now as I lay you down below the ground...
My tears fall and I wonder how this could be?
This was not suppose to happen to me...
As I lay my hands on my womb
I think back to the moment you arrived with those big baby blue eyes..
Just a second in time you were here
But the lord says have no fear
An angel i let you borrow and a angel in time, my dear child she was always mine...
Categories:
cacoon, death, time, angel, angel,
Form:
ABC
Mirror Images
Like a hued cacoon ablaze,
Foreshadowing life.
Categories:
cacoon, nature
Form:
Haiku
Self Exploration
_______________________________
I arrive like a butterfly,
I spin from my cacoon
the other part of me
will be here very soon.
I once was so innocent,
but something in me changed
something so sensual
my body feeling strange.
I have all kinds of hunger,
I suppose I should
it feels just like heaven
should something feel this good?
My hands get so jittery,
each time I find that spot
I bite into my pillow
and twist into a knot.
It feels like such release,
every pleasure found
I'm flying on cloud nine
and I'm never coming down.
But when that quake takes place,
my O in overdrive
I spin out of control
I've never felt so alive.
I take a deep breath in,
a release of stress
then wash and climb into bed
for a good night's rest.
8/18/14- Jessica Thompson
Categories:
cacoon, adventure, body, emotions, sensual,
Form:
Rhyme
Pimp A Butterfly
Told Her Inside the Womb
which was the Cacoon
Was Her Wings to Bloom
Instead of seeing the Invisible Wings
she was stuck in a Physical Belief
Of not seeing the Visible Physique
of the Material Feats
Not seeing the Miracle Underneath
The Spiritual Unleashed
The Roots in the Tree with Leaves & Leafs
with the Fruits to Release
Searching for Treasures & Pleasures
of Earthly Peace
That Beautiful isn't just Skin
Deep Of the Soul the Rose The Gold inside that's Free
Freaks of Nature
I showed her the Gold of the Beast
which is Me
But you must Accept Defeat
of being Unique
Some never let their Wings Speak
because of Awkwardness it's Reaps
So make Room to Flee
So don't Elude to Creep
Move like the Trees
Swoon with Relief
To Moon to be Free
Be a Balloon through the Winds Teeth
Eagles Swoops without Fleece
She'll still loose Sleep
Until she finds the Truth Underneath
Categories:
cacoon, art, deep, mystery, riddle,
Form:
Free verse
How cute are the flowers that come to my lawn,
but these little flowers are oft frowned upon.
People don’t like them because they grow tall,
and many folks just mow them down, one and all
Yes, they wilt and they wither, that’s also true,
but so do all flowers. It’s what flowers do!
These small diehard dudes bring themselves back alive,
bursting like popcorn. Oh, how they do thrive!
Their shriveled up bodies, much like a cacoon,
emerge looking different. What do we see soon?
Feather-heads in my yard come into sight,
each sending seeds sailing off, fluffy and white.
The seeds, when they fall to the ground, will beget
circles of leaves, which are called a rosette.
Though the leaves are not sweet, we can make from them tea
with nutrients given for us naturally!
They help one’s digestion and even the brain!
Plus other great blessings from this plant we gain.
The overlooked beauty of health in the seed
of the dandelion makes it much more than a weed!
Nov. 11, 2018 for Jesse Rowe's Overlooked Beauty Poetry Contest
Categories:
cacoon, flower, health,
Form:
Couplet
A small soft green worm-
it hides into a cacoon
and turns butterfly
Categories:
cacoon, animals, nature
Form:
Haiku
when you lose sight of what really counts
its easy to focus on only whats shallow
am i too fat is my nose too big
do i walk or talk weird whats wrong with me
when we forget the depth that is here in this world
and focus on things that are just absurd
so maybe im not a supermodel and my bums a tad on the thick side
and maybe im no a genius thats getting a scholorship on my side
but does that mean im nothing that i dont count
this world is getting sickening count me OUT
im ashamed of myself for even thinking like this
and obsessing to tears over shallow petty ****
i am praying that god hears my pleas for help
because i cant conquer this all by myself
i used to not care didnt care at all
but like any other i rise and fall
i am of the opinion that your body is a shell
and youll leave it behind when you go to heaven or hell
it will rot in the ground and count for nothing
and when i meet my maker he wont care how big my bum is
some women ONLY care about their looks and they dont get it
they dont see the big picture
and i fear theyll regret it
and other women dont care even at all
about their looks because their depth is so massive and raw
but then theres me in the middle with so much depth and spirituality
why do i waste time wondering what are all the things wrong with me
im sick of crying over it ive done it for too long
im sick of getting angry when i cant crawl out of my bod
its a thought that i had reguarding a cacoon
like how catapielers go into them and out comes a butterfly zoom
if i could just crawl out my mouth my soul free for just a moment
and be allowed to have a different shell to live and own it
i wonder what its like to feel just for a second
not arrogance but a sweet compliment from someone who MEANT IT
my desperate pleas go out to you and anyone else who will listen
i hate my body im sick of my face and my voice is just ridiculous
so lets just drop it in the ocean let it sail away
cuz me im going to better places where i dont have to cry all day
where i know that my body is just a little shell a vehicle if you will
its our car or truck or limo or bus to use while we use our free will
and ive always said when you go you don't take your money your lambergini
or your watch expensive jewlery its all staying beind
and you should think about what YOUR world is while im trying desperatley to fix mine
Categories:
cacoon, angst, confusion, death, depression,
Form:
ABC
the brutality of the beasts on their trodden paths,
trudging angrily towards their guided goals.
and i would think, "to be like them"
because i greatly admired their self-control.
so i mulled
and i moved
and i acted
out of a belief system based on denying thyself.
i played the role,
i followed cues,
and i acted
out the part, but was never myself.
futility. all hope escaped me.
i became embittered with the yoke i was adorned with.
destiny. all dreams forsake me.
suffering under misconceptions and the heavy spirit.
i began to consider this plot
and the planks that burrowed into my shoulders.
i pondered my views on love, on life,
on sleepers and on soldiers.
and then i met a man-
a human man.
not like the ox where i had been.
he stood upright,
and he began to speak,
and he spoke my language;
through beautiful teeth,
with the very same tongue.
then he spoke through me, to me,
and i knew every word.
enveloped in 'of course' because nothing's absurd.
we are
and we always were
and we always will be-
you.
me.
us.
WE.
i will raise this yoke; deadweight lifted from my back.
i will spit out the bit and the bridle.
i will distance myself from this hopeless plantation
to live and be enlightened instead of entitled.
you formed me in my cacoon.
you made a home for my room.
you extracted the light inside me that had been broken and bruised
and brought me forth into my new creation.
you set their eyes upon me.
you let me live the dream.
when fantasy is reality, you have everything.
and i am contented in all things, in you.
the whole lump was leavened
and now we have a freshly baked loaf
to eat our meat and cheese on.
because we are literally the best thing since sliced bread.
Categories:
cacoon, power,
Form:
Romanticism
From out of the womb we are born into a storm.
Like a cacoon emerges a butterfly.
Uncertain of what each day will bring.
We rise and except the offering.
The womb is the calm before the storm.
Where we form and are equipped with whatever we are dealt.
With only one way out.
Categories:
cacoon, life
Form:
Free verse
A lonely grasshopper
Although the contemplative may disagree,
In late Autumn when leaves change
A scented shade of pine pale torn brown;
Within happiness shift change to sadness...
Amidst the gait of timely hue
A brash circumstance to fully cooperate
Having no given sense of forbidden solace to relate;
In full view of its silence;
A lonely grasshopper reacts
Within myraid currency for distant fervor in restoration,
Now tired from its journey rests & waits;
In full view of solace by which to delegate....
Although in time stregnth comes in numbers stealling thunder
Amidst a surprising fall in compromise thought;
A long line of twisted ambers falling asunder
The firm swift call in delegation mixed with thorns;
In a wooden chamber created within its waiting sphere,
An illusion filled wit silent heavy members drew near,
With pulsating madness running through my brain
A bridge of hope to guide then suddenly elapsed in fear;
I shed a single tear for want to draw near,
In swift desolation a rest on a sofa
Silence...
Suddenly in full view the butterfly arise
Emerging in figures of candles with triumph from its cacoon;
In colors of lavender in mesh slight red with blue,
It radiates a slight quiver in my head;
At first frost the elimination of its timely plight,
The cue for silence as we follow its light,
To the natural man their is always a different way by which to understand,
That destination which always seems right;
With its elimination of truth,
One is completeley forced to live by sight!
In time, a lonely grasshopper is then eager,
A search for order amidst its fire;
The yearning quiver of its timely desire
With thorns fully grown in the place of fear
A soul twisted in vice can ultimately still draw near
The lonely grasshopper still embraced its life's journey after all!
Categories:
cacoon, art, childhood, dedication, faith,
Form:
Free verse
in the Carolinas there's beauty in nature
spring is here ears are attuned to birds singing
baby chicks tweets for their parents feedingsl
behind green foliage on an oak trees's branch
eyes spies butterflies freed from it's cacoon
drinking nectar from wildflowers
in the fields behind a farmers barn
where a river of pink salmon swim up stream
mouth watering blackberries catches strollers
attention
alongside grassy trail thorns and spiny leaves pricks
the hands
of walkers hoping to taste the sweetness of a
blackberry
a pocket dyed purple with a few to take home
mmmmm the smell of roses tickles nostril hairs
growing wild along the woods edge
three feet from the picket fence around the yard
tall smiling sunflowers wave at visitors touring the
grounds
children touch dandilions by Cooper's pond
laugh and play reaching for dandifluries in the wind
arms like airplane wings waving up and down while
they run
hearing their names being called time for supper
spring is here again feel the warmth after the chilly
winter
the sunshine blazing through sliding glass doors
vacationing warm spring beaches along the grand
strand
sand between the toes water above knees in the
dusky hours
in the Carolina's spring is here again
all is new in the beauty of nature
Categories:
cacoon, seasonsnature, spring, beauty, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
I found something that was true
So now why am I so blue?
I found something that made me happy
So why am I now lonely?
Why am I crying at night
Tears overwhelming my sight
When not too very long ago
There was no tear to show?
In times such as these
No matter what anyone believes
It was something real to me
Something I thought wouldn't happen to me
Yet I fell and I fell hard
And now my heart is left scarred
It may not last forever it may be gone soon
Only time will heal my pain as I hide in my cacoon
Hoping for the day I fly once again to you
To be embraced in your arms ,just to be with you
What I wouldn't give at this moment in time
To be able to say you were once again mine
Yet I can't hold on if you are letting go
And I hope you come back some day and I hope you know
That there isn't anyone that will replace you in my heart
Since I let down my guards at our relationship's start
I have trusted you completely
And loved you humbly
Without the expectation of you loving me
The crazy thing is love comes free
You dont have buy it
or even trade for it
Love comes softly like a night mist
Too many times in life love is overlooked and missed
I don't wanna be the fool that looks back in regret
To a love I overlooked or threw away and now can't get
I don't wanna be the person who says they were never
cared for or loved because of fear
I wanna be the person you want to be with
Not the person you accidently ran adrift
Once I say "I love you"
how could I forget you?
How can I forget the words you have spoke
or the love my heart once soaked?
How can I forget making love to you?
My lips against yours, embraced by you
How could anyone forget the one person who brought
them to life and showed them the love they sought
How do I walk away and not hold hope
How am I going to cope
With a love lost , a heart broke
Categories:
cacoon, love, heart, day, heart,
Form:
In the transparent sunlight,
In the hidden cacoon through winter,
A butterfly as ravishing as tonight.
Categories:
cacoon, butterfly,
Form:
Haiku