Long Cacoon Poems
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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.
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
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
"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
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
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
Centered and centering,
the rise of energy courses through my form.
I have been, I will be, I am……….
Laying in repose
star searching upon the sands of time
and the desert of man,
I wander wrapped in a cacoon of time
comatose I lie, I rise, I fly free………
Out stretching my arms toward horizon
earthly and endless be……..
I am, I will be…
Forming, formless domed head of
soul contained, mind raced, I linger.
Chasing the tail of Sirius…
following the belt of Orion,
I am, I have been, I will be……….
Within the womb of earth and sky sea and land
focused by the holy pinnacle,
the pyramid midst oasis or desert of sand
between the betweens, my heart lays
crossed by the energies of endless sky,
blessed by the ministries of Ra
guided by Osirus to new beginnings,
I will be, I was, I have been ….I am….soulful free.
*have ankh will travel ;)