Short Cocooning Poems
Short Cocooning Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cocooning by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cocooning by length and keyword.
IN COCOONING TIMES
Faithfully cocooned,
Caterpillars soon become
Soaring butterflies:
In your life’s cocooning time,
Seek God’s metamorphosis:-
Ah...
bemused,
bountiful,
belligerents.
Covering caskets,
cocooning, cringing cracks
doubting, desolate, dodgers;
forever fishing, finding fist,
that will always swim before they hit.
sleeping pile of skulls
rising from books long dead
tempting virgin
fluffy blanket smiles
cocooning her with protection
stardust dream angel arrives
telepathy subtle
young girl is learning
otherworld music
mystical magical moment
must be experienced
cannot be read in a book.
Tell me how much you love me,
It's a secret, I won't tell.
Hiding behind closed doors,
You whisper 'infinitely',
I sit and dream about what has been lost.
"So, you love me infinitely?", I ask.
You smile a soothing wave,
A curve,
A beautiful halo,
Cocooning your shadow and light,
Thereafter, you come alive again.
Awakening, cocooning
The air with tenderness, breathing,
As it waters arid grounds, speaking,
As it drenches the air with harmonious sounds, it makes
One succumb the soul,
It makes one
Thank God…
Nature’s divinity, as
It enraptures me, liberating
My soul from earth’s dimness and
Opaqueness…
In its arms I am, and
Within its embrace I’ll eternally be…
How Curvaceous you are,
A sophisticated aura,
Demanding attention,
An oak-trimmed collar,
Framed peculiar features,
Grains like old film,
Emphatic yet speechless
Confident like a scholar,
Full of wisdom;
A preacher
A vulnerable coat,
Cocooning your body,
Behold tree trunk colours
Of well-roasted coffee
And then how you speak;
Such a whimsical notion,
Manipulate my feelings,
Oh the sound makes me weep
my heart's children all
married traveling french gypsies
gracefully transforming them
into gospel preachers
true transformation begins
outside the realms
of pure comfort
existing without reason
wanderlust satisfies
their soul's prayers
gently cocooning life's
injuries with silken
band-aids wrapped ever-so
mercifully at the base
eternity planted as
seeds sowed casually
salvation weeps uncontrollably
There comes a time when each new day
is an unexpected joy -
the yes, of yes I am alive.
My quilt covers against the chill breeze,
holds me for sweet moments
cocooning in my bed
before ring to a morning salutation.
Golden light washes the hillside,
splashes on tomatoes and summer squash,
on greening apples and ripening peach
on blackberries growing along the fence
and sunlight like a lover
has kissed the trees on their green lips -
its yellow body shining there.