Short Cocoons Poems
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safe in the cocoon
of sweet shock and disbelief
cocoons become tombs
moths suffocate and wither
rather than fly to the flame
IN AND OF SHARED LIBERATING BIRTHS
Birds are born in nests.
Cocoons release butterflies:
Both fly away free:-
Why can’t people be likewise?:
Free, irrespective of birth.
bubbles rise to the surface
like little cocoons of hope
they strike the velvet surface
and merge with the air
exploding another dream
Barbara Gorelick
6/19/14
O’ lady of thy balming garden;
Where rose-buds awaken
Forth from their nervous cocoons,
And the plump tartness of
Blueberry oaks enthralls in me,
Thy piquant-laced perfume.
Dimensions of time reside in chaos,
In entropy.
The gravity of existence cocoons us,
a welcome obscurity.
We revel in our belief, dare we break the veil?
This...
this universal disclosure...
Form:
baboon baboon folly ye
head balloon balloon full of air.
i am cocoon cocoon
ye try to poke cocoon
ye try to make i cocoon mama of
your cocoons.
i hope ye clock die soon die soon.
die soon mr baboon baboon..
March cometh upon Ukraine
Missiles blacken snowmelt plains
Morning birdsong tweets distain
Metamorphosis, cocoons from pain
MARCH IN Poetry Contest
LIND30NR Form 7/7/7/9
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
06/03/22
Paradise Cove is a haven for some, a sanctuary for me
when I need alone time, I paddle into this shelter
comforting cozy cove cocoons me with warmth
I am surrounded by her sage spiritual guides
I sing Bahli Hai.every time.
Paradise Cove is a haven for some, a sanctuary for me
when I need alone time, I paddle into this shelter
comforting cozy cove cocoons me with warmth
I am surrounded by her sage spiritual guides
I sing Bahli Hai.every time.
distant thunderheads
vast golden plains turned cold gray~
wild horses run free
torrential rain storms
rivers overrun leveys~
bears feast on salmon
cool morning drizzle
freezing announces winter~
cocoons await spring
Cry my heart, in silence
for love has come and gone
stealing dreams of tomorrow
leaving quiet sobs of reflection
where yesterday clings in sadness
and hangs like cocoons of memories
painted by my brush of illusion
to haunt the bowed head of my soul
Fetal footprints
Wading in watery wombs
Cocoons of creation
Kicking at life’s tomb
Expecting doctors
Reaching for tiny feet
Reading faint signs
Of hallowed heartbeats
Living lovers
Praying for the same
Paying for a procedure
To erase their baby’s name
Lying on my bed
In the dark
I have no fear
For I welcome
The dark
The black velvet
Envelopes me
Cocoons me
Soothes me
No ghosts, demons
Nor banshees’
In the still of the night
Permeate my darkness
For I’m not religious
I came from the dark
And I will leave
In the dark.
Hold my hand on the edge
of uncertain certainty
Keep my hand strong in your grasp in
our blind drop
to the basement of
whose
heart?
Floating dreams in green oceans
cocoons leaking bald reality
Not today
Please
I don’t want to see
how you leave me
I can’t know
I cannot be
Reach for the eternal urged my brain
Beauty’s a battle; kisses, marathons
Butterflies flee their cocoons, wings wet in June
A love song’s a tease, waning with the moon…
Shouts surreal overwhelm eternity
~ staggered by uncertainty
In their slaying cocoons
these loathe baboons
brood their chaos
In their slaughtering houses
they see some rubble
of a ruined love.
But not being above
they fail to see
what we see
as from these tops; their spite are steps we scale to skies;
these tops, so cool
and also true.
desire to retreat
overpowers will to eat ~
cocoons out the light
sensing time is right
sun-drenched wings spread, lift in flight ~
transform is complete
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for the Spring Flower, Bird Or Butterfly Haiku X 2 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Tania Kitchin
written on 2/13/23
During day, to escape the bite of chilling frost
People sit close to the hearth burning fuel
At night, slide their torso into beds padded tight
And wrap themselves in several folds of wool
To emerge later from cocoons to butterflies, cool
18- December 2021
Winter Quintain Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Francine Roberts
I've been to the well
Too often to tell
The sky from a spell
Of ice salted dunes
Of threadbare cocoons
If there's a contrast
From future to past
The light sees it last
I breathe the allure
Of spaces obscure
Of nights darkly pure
Who else can I be
If I am not me
To straddle the sea
And follow the moon's
Melancholy tunes
Where is home?
It is gone. My house
Still stands amongst
Others though
Like hollow cocoons
They conceal their contents
Time was, in those days,
When fences were low
If non-existent
A time when doors
Were shut only to keep out
Mosquitoes and flies
From the evening meal
But now, it is lost
My home is no more
All I have left is a house.
Holding your hand fills a void
yet clashes like oil and water.
I look at your smile like it’s the first one I’ve seen
etched in my mind
Technicolor.
I see you when I close my eyes.
I miss you in my sleep.
One day I will find what you represent.
The butterflies reverse to cocoons
but I find comfort in knowing they will emerge again soon.
Empty cocoons
Are all that remain
While in the field
Picasso-like wings soar
Changing the brown color
Of a fading autumn field
Beat the wings
Of new born butterflies
Fearlessly
They dance all about me
Touching my nose
Gently alighting
On my shoulders
It’s as if they are saying
Nice to see you my friend
Glad you came by
To say
Hello
He cocoons my cocoon
Warmer than friendship
Softer than love
All cloud hands and lay lines
Tracing his smile
If I were closer I would burrow
Into his arms
Inhaling the dusty stars buried in his fleece
Fading
Fading
Waiting
Until he's strung like beans
And lost to forever.
driving to work, I realized that we sit in capsuoles
encapsulated in a microcosm of steel and inner sound
cocoons of personal choices
traveling devices that are prone to human error
and that, my friend, is part of the fun
it's pure chaos and luck
energy fields bouncing around
hitting electron fields bouncing backward
energy forward
movement
and my feet are fleet on the floor
Haiku 52
cocoons under leaves
split open, new wings drying
white butterflies flit
white butterflies flit
brilliant yellow squash blossoms
zucchini to share
white butterflies flit
tomato flowers await
cool summer salad
white butterflies flit
tiny cucumbers prickle
winter’s dill pickles
white butterflies, gone
eggs now hidden beneath leaves
for next spring’s cocoons