Short Cocooned Poems
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The comfort of lights
Streaked across cafe Windows.
Noise like a blanket.
Cocooned by cacophony,
Refugee from loneliness.
Ice is a temporary water tomb.
The free flowing cocooned in crystal-
sarcophagus_ time-out-capsule-inside-womb.
Teacups by the sink.
Lamentations laid to rest.
I, a foetal curl,
Breathing in your life, now gone
Cocooned in your unwashed shirt.
.
The maiden's spinneret
rapidly
cocooned i
leaving the spiracle
for the words
I do
God saw me sheltering
in the darkened end
of my cocooned life,
and He said,
Come out beautiful creature,
I want you to fly.
Cocooned no longer
delicate yet stronger
your beauty will astound
as you fly above the ground
Surrendering to fate
freedom worth the wait.
With perfect obsession
I shrink-wrap
to your contours -
cocooned;
butterfly will never escape my mania.
Susan Ashley
July 21, 2017
there along the beach you'll find
a word cocooned and its echo lost
in a world within the world within my world
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
IN COCOONING TIMES
Faithfully cocooned,
Caterpillars soon become
Soaring butterflies:
In your life’s cocooning time,
Seek God’s metamorphosis:-
Do you see your King?
perspired
breathing
Musk in your arms..
Come my Queen
stirred
mocha
flower of desire..
Come
cocooned in silk
morning star
your skin on my sheets...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The first and final time
Not that we knew it
Still half closed, to the world
Cocooned eye and wing
As life's adventurer
Love's, without compare.
If wayward, both accounts.
Butterfly-like in.
sweeping along the crowded wisps
of bygone alleys and trodden pasts
gentle whispers of memories breeze by
teasing today's persistent travails
to rest, urging the now to flee
and into a cocooned closet to lie
Form:
behind a door
that shelters me
from mad hectic
pace of an erratic
hostile world
in isolation
cocooned i cherish
every stolen moment
of lush evanescent
delightful solitude
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
The poet, having found his rhyme,
may sense a shiver down his spine,
cocooned within a rosy glow
exultant that his words now flow.
Emerging from his self-inflicted torture,
the best of words in the very best order.
Alone with aqua alpine air
The calm cocoon of cotton clouds
Permeates peaceful patience
Taught by teardrop tranquility
Nestled in nocturnal nests
Murmurs the meditative moon
Here, the hallowed hush of heaven.
3/26/21
Summer butterfly
vibrant wings brighten long days
heat from your passion
cocooned 'til our love flies free
as we dream of sweet nectar
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for Let's Pass a Tanka Love Note contest (Rick Parise)
not merely willing but rather eager
to allocate time to hold hands
ego comprehends this not
but heart understands
alive in each moment
awareness of Self at rest
seeing all forms as God’s light
soul’s cocooned in heart’s bliss nest
I’m a happy dreamer
-I am that cocooned butterfly
In a shell of fragile webs
That dreams of flying, a splitting of the cage
Oblivious to the outside
Where stretches a spider’s net
Neatly waiting
Oblivious to my dreams
-Oh, happy dreams.
While suspended above reality
This choice I had to make
A few more seconds in slumber
So reluctant I was to awake
I settled for cocooned bliss
To content to be concerned
Oblivion beckoned enticingly
My life was thus adjourned.
Butterflies Are Free…
(For Karma Nurisha Wa Kupenda)
I touched a butterfly;
It flew away
Free:
Soaring
Into the gentle breeze.
Through the prism of my tears,
Rainbows caressed the skies:
I miss you
And cherish
The cocooned years.
Cocooned in safe world so fragile,
The butterfly flutters by,
Nothing in life comes too facile,
Struggle you must, break in to fly,
Kites of success shall sail on high !
Written on 26/5/14
Sponsor- Kelly deschler
Contest- The butterfly flutters by
As CHILD awaits
their bubble to burst,
the winds of change
whirl in with thirst
Mother nature caresses
carrying SEEDS for dreams
bestowing greatness
for a child turning TEEN
I stand, alone.
Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,
I stand, alone, before this
impregnable cliff so sheer.
Cocooned in my solitary shell,
wrenching a smile from a tear,
I stand, alone, a little odd,
and definitely quite *****.
I stand, alone.
Form:
I echo your curves,
fluids push into every corner.
You hold,
your stance, immaculate.
I am cocooned in your harmony,
your stability.
You flatter me.
I fill you with the highest of energy,
we revel in our chambers of combustion.
We are not fossils yet.
Form:
Angel dust glides
past the fairy wood
high above ancient boughs
and descends to anoint
my mangled mind
shot through with the lead
of seething maelstrom
born in the tombs
hewn to cordon frozen angst
bellowing for battle
with steel majesties
cocooned in satin alcoves.