Cocoon Poems

Cocoon Uncertain

Cocoon Uncertain 
Used as a metaphor 
Little green caterpillar 
Transcends for the better 
Hidden low for awhile 
Isolated for a short term 
Darkness to light 
Time to mature and grow 
Bright colors unknown 
Crawl first, one day fly 
Down in the valley, soon open sky 
Cocoon open up to a surprise 
Silent to mature 
Many

In A Cocoon

The days keep going by,
and I am still left wondering why
you are no longer on this earth.
I remember the day I gave birth—
a tiny miracle captured my heart;
gazing at you, I never thought we would part.

My greatest joy was to see you grow;
now you are cold and resting below.
What an honour it was to be

Hiding In Cocoon

Truant night wind sails--its moon without song
I long for rapt, minstrel's tune.
My angst wrapped in cocoon
Angel child ... gone in June.

Ending A Perfect Night

A perfect night ending.
After passion peaks,  
our quivering bodies,
dissolved in fiery heat. 
Wrapped in a nightly cocoon to sleep.
Fragrance dew lingers, 
entwined in dampened sheets,
as two hearts synchronize
in harmonic rhythms.
Breathings calm to steady flight,  
as sleep creeps, 
ending a perfect night.

Butterfly Dreams

What do you think when you see a butterfly 
Do you wonder where it sleeps at night
Do you marvel at it’s colorful courageous flight
Are you amazed they only drink and do not eat
What a delight
Butterflies have beauty and seem to be at peace
Even the wounded ones inspire me
Have you seen a butterfly with a broken

Cocoon

"Cocoon"

They say...
a New World 
traces over the old,
leaving the unaware,
erased, far behind 

the old unaware, 
left far behind,
crawls the walls
in its web of lies
spinning suspect 
strings of silk 
in the air

glistening diamond nets
slick and sticky with the sense 
of capturing a life 
drowning in teardrops
that camouflage the trap it set,
feeling little of nothing
harbouring in its

Cradling the Cocoon

O' to save the fragile broken heart from shattering to pieces.
When I cup and cradle its flutter held in gossamer cocoon,
its wings shall never cease to beat against the rhythmic sound of love.

Eternal Cocoon

Life is a beautiful liar,
where hope is a 
graveyard of caterpillars.
Death is an ugly truth,
where virgin butterflies 
flutter immortally.

Love is the only true guide.

Oh my beloved, 
when you hid behind 
a veil of metaphors,
I wrote your name in the sand, 
with simple words,
watched as the tide 
carried each letter to your shore,
so you could build

Cocoon

I've been inside my cocoon
For so long 
I'm going to crawl right out 
And show the world 
What I'm about. 
Why should I let life 
Continue to pass me by?
Don't gasp 
When you see me 
Spreading these wings 
I'm going to fly 
And dominate the space 
beneath the sky.

The Butterfly Cocooned

The Butterfly Cocooned

Noon
Beneath higher twig tips, 
    my heart flutters
Near converging branches.

My cocoon
Rests
Mid-high the strength 
    and distinctive character
Of a gnarly tree.  Embracing me.
This, my home…Cocoon.

Night.
This essential place,
Protecting
Above the swirling world,
Puzzling with its mixing motions
Of lights, colors, temperatures,
Until I think I shall just stay
In this cocoon
For all the

Cocoon of Dreams

Cocoon of irrevocable dreams,
protection from how everything seems;

Strong and secure the silk let’s us grow 
pulled away from all distractions; 
Simplified with nurturing 
the thrill of confusion; 
We are left sitting 
hyper focused 
on what’s real 
pulling 
 us;

A place brimming with inspiration,
protection from things without passion;

Held together as we gain control 
of this raging

An Allegorical Cocoon Lesson: Apropos of Polling

AN ALLEGORICAL COCOON LESSON
				(APROPOS OF POLLING)

In preparation, ants are moulding
And stacking their mounds; in hives,
Bees reflect collective oneness 
In the sweetness of their unity;
And in high distant places, black 
Widows meticulously spin their webs,
While honing hornets harden their nests:-

Cocooned in political and economic darkness,
Let us not be dismayed, apathetic sojourners;
Remember, while caterpillars are entombed 
To

Cocoon Silk

Safely wrapped up and cocooned 
like a woven silken tapestry sage 
deep inside a mother's warm and
welcoming embracing womb

I slowly subside and then morph
into a butterfly drenched in froth
like an embryo praying to be birthed

And activate so in order to tantalize
the finery of all the sense's life has
kindly placed on offer

Take in all it's majesty

Butterfly Enchantment

Cocoon of silk the caterpillar spins
Intricately lovely a work of art
This is the moment change begins
Metamorphose will surely start
Magical chrysalis full of life
One day a fine beauty will emerge
Butterfly magic with wings so bright
Happiness complete sadness purged
Exquisite wings are a godly gift
Fluttering in warmth, summer kissed.



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23/12/2021
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Lost Cocoon

The needle popped the balloon
  
  ~ Hope lost her cocoon

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