Cacoon Poems

Love

It's a dejávu
I can't really give a clear view
I could be blind for all I care
But my heart beat is a drum I can't ignore

This feeling is rare
I have fallen only to sustain bruises severally
But this fall is somewhat different
It comes with a bonus of sensations I can't quite explain

If I was a pencil 
I would sharpen my graphite alittle bit more to highlight what I feel
But I can only align this to love

The only cacoon that opens to beauty
A painful shell to break but not one can resist
Lately I've been love thrilled like never
It's scary to admit but I'm not ashamed

If my drum beats are scribbled with your name
Would you dance to my tune?
Not to be a laughing stalk
But the road to my drum storage room right in the septum of my heart.

Rucksack

 
Rucksack
My rucksack carries 
Everything
I need, I want, I 
Wish
To be young, easy and
Free
To do anything without 
Care
And compromise but for
Myself
And my cacoon of
Joy
And autonomy, my
Rucksack

Butterflies

Butterflies

(Verse 1)
I still get them 
When I look in your eyes 
When I hear your voice 
You give me butterflies
The way you talk drive me crazy 
The way I'm treated it amazes me 
The way you spoil me 
The massages baby oil me 
Treat me like I'm royalty
Hold me down baby loyalty

(Chorus)
I can see it in your eyes 
You can see it mine 
You give me butterflies 
After all this time 
(Repeat 1x)

(Verse 2)
When you look at me 
I get shivers 
I feel cold 
You bring me warmth baby 
You are so bold 
I like how you take control 
I like how you plant kisses
And hugs 
I like how you show love 
Take me out , show me around
Can't believe a love like this has been found 
I can't explain how you make me feel inside 
You still give me butterflies

(Chorus)
I can see it in your eyes 
You can see it mine 
You give me butterflies 
After all this time 
(Repeat 1x)

Hook 
Boom out of the cacoon
To my surprise 
You still give me butterflies
(Repeat 1x)

I can see it in your eyes 
You can see it mine 
You give me butterflies 
After all this time 
(Repeat 1x)

Repeat until chorus fades 

Written by: Concetta Hardnett
02/14/2021

Covid

COVID
A cocoon starts. Thick membranes of tissue encompass yourself. Gathering and condensing molecules and listening to life. 
This skin, its filled with strains of a virus and craves the crevice of familial caves. A barrier. The host of your new pupae calling itself quarantine. Quarantine. This thick mucous seeps and creeps around the home and tries! It tries to wound all life into one. It fails. A pupae is one. You are. You are the life form that contracts a shell of collective consciousness. This shell that reaches for more, it is yours! You cant breathe. You want to share this cacoon with everyone, ANYONE. Then! Feelers. You have sprouted not only antennae, but music! The melody of change gathers atoms and sings the song of wings! You! The cacoon was meant for you. You hear yourself for the first time and when you emerge they see your beauty but cannot hear your song. Suddenly! The membranes close in on them. And through your newfound body and song, you console them through their own metamorphosis and together you sing the song of the butterfly.

Warmth

A sip passes in missing your warmth
In your cacoon 
Sound, eternally calm

Holding the mug
intensely 
Thy hand
Pleases 
Fostering magic to both

To both the warmth 
of her lifeless soul and those
cold tears in shriek 

A time won't destine
thy sufferings aside
persue my warmth and sleep...

Butterfly

free me
from my cacoon
brighten me with your smile
flutter my heart with your beauty
fly me
with the passion of your kisses
as we soar together
to heaven's heights
free me

May 5, 2020
N/A in contest judged 5/14/2020

Humble Poet Pie

As I carefully craft and slow ly chisel
Each individual stanza and verb
I'm polishing my adjectives to sizzle
Meant to be melodious, never to disturb

Coaxing as a pied piper from the cacoon
Every bit of alphabet dancing in my head
Looking for a metaphor to represent the moon
All to build a crescendo,  meant to be read

So I present to you my anthology 
As you turn each page , jump in , engage
Hanging happy thoughts, with no apology 
Together   we can turn a phrase 

Pleased to meet you, wont you guess my name
I am a humble poet and this sonnet is my game

Promises and Dreams

When I first saw you
the cacoon of my heart opened with butterfly wings
you were life's fragrant nectar of blooming blossoms
       that attracted
as I floated above Earth on first love's winds
       a newborn creature
that had left the dried husk of yesterday
on the dead limb of childhood

you were the first and most delicate of my desires
of untapped realms filled with promises and dreams

yours were the eyes that gave me my introduction
to the intoxication of passionate purpose
with its wild yearning of natural bonding
        that gave me pause
and the illusion it meant something

maybe...to learn and understand
the depth and breadth of love in the human heart

maybe...to understand how fleeting it all is
no matter how strong the emotion
or how fluid the time or how sweet the nectar

now a memory kept of a time and place
when love was young and full of wonder
and every thought was plucked
from the gardens of sprouting passion
of unknown journeys by untested love

yes...you were the first and most delicate of my desires
of untapped realms filled with promises and dreams

8/4/19

Me

"Me"

Out of all the things in the world I could be 
I have finally accepted 
It's best if I'm me 
A caterpillar who soon
Went into a cacoon
And to my surprise 
I went from crawling
to flying like a beautiful butterfly
I was a painting on the wall
that people considered graffiti
my words became intense 
and to the world more needy
I wouldn't consider it greedy
I would consider it hunger
I wish I was this hungry 
when I was younger 
a lesson learned 
time to reset 
time to experience the best yet 
Level up
with no regrets 
standards it's time to set 
elevation is a word 
that goes unheard 
so this is what I will do 
know the limit for myself is through the roof 
so which one will it be 
that choice is totally up to you
you see
I will just enjoy being me 

Written by: Concetta Hardnett
07/06/2019

Winging It

The metal clock then strikes midnight
as cloud gathers, hiding the moon. 
But fractured beams soon bathe with light
the pen's last verse that thoughts cacoon.
Now words unfurl and wings set flight.

The Flower With Overlooked Beauty

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

Unseen

In the transparent sunlight,
In the hidden cacoon through winter,
A butterfly as ravishing as tonight.

Broken Poems

broken poems
restless shapes
knowing this pass
teach'ers hallways
forbidden
my last
write
is
now
so long poets
with your dot
followings
mymicing
misery
here
i
am
pick me
last write
from misery
think they are
over sculpting me
freakish minds torment
inside butterfly fly cacoon fly
let the mother moth die
dusted to dust
my words
of
disgust
jealous freaks
search for complete
again teach'er pick me
why soul i want another half
i
am
an whole
one makes
you complete
when two combine they make one
completeness can be found within yourself
what part of me escapes never to be returned
after all is done only ourselves can be held responsible
for all the love we give and for the love we have taken away
?


just rambles
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Pimp a Butterfly

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

Gifts of Sky and Sea

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

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