Short Silkworm Poems
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Hidden
among the green,
its mouth hums low—
a thread starts, slow and soft,
dreaming a world it never
witnesses
Vignette
Visions Of A Vignette Contest by Nette Onclaud, date written: 06-22
silkworm
comes from an egg
of a silk moth
then it is a larvae
with an enormous hunger
hatched to die
Written: June 21, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
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slow loop
small super slug
forms few fluid
dropping lustrous slime trail,
snails are my escorts' spirits
shelter shell--
wrapped in colourful satin
she watched a silkworm
in a spider web of collusion
not everyone can be a butterfly
she took off her clothes
and offered the naked truth
10th September 2021
Bite Size Poem 20 Contest
Sponsor Line Gauthier
I waited for the ray of light
As would a silkworm for the cocoon to break
For your warmth would break into my mould
And set me free as would a butterfly
But the light never came because night was too long
The cocoon withered and the silkworm died
So it was with my stony heart
That doubted God
And fell apart.
Smooth, soft
Need not, a
Silkworm.
Gorgeous streams,
Flow from
Your
Soul.
I can’t wait to
Curve
My thirst,
For one more show.
Show me your eyes,
Eyes that flow
Straight to the center,
Everything I love dwells
From you…
Don’t steal it
And run away.
I need not a silkworm
Today.
Form:
caterpillar
green, young
crawling, metamorphosing, molting
larva, silkworm, vertebrae, gossamer
flittering, flapping, perching
winged, iridescent
butterfly
Date written: 11/06/2022
Gloomy's the yard covered with fallen leaves
Winter's coldness comes with winds wet with rains
Lonely souls dread most the lengthy cold nights
A quick-paced life about thin frosts complains
A cocoon imprisons the silkworm tight
Burnt out candles waste their flickering light
The empty house is a daily sad thing
Only the beauty's worshiped in painting
You are my seashore I am your waves
You are my dearest among all babes
If I am a bird you are my nest
If I am teeth you are my toothpaste
If you are a tree I am your fruit
If I am a leg you are my boot
If I am a dog you are my meat
If I am a brain you are my wit
If I am a cat you are my milk
If I am silkworm you are my silk
If I am body you are my dress
Without you my life is in a mess
It is hard to meet, but living apart is even harder;
Late spring languid winds shake the lonely flower.
A vernal silkworm misses its last silk before death;
A candle stops shedding tears after taking its last breath.
The change of hair color in the morn mirror you fear
And read poetry alone in the moonlit cold night Dear.
Pengshan Mountain, your home is not far away;
My best regards to you the bluebird could convey.
(tran.)
What is
benevolence?
A poor cocoon
peels off his fine silk coat
and gifts it to a tycoon
Be graceful.
PLACED : 1 St
Bo feasted on roasted silkworm seed
And felt in his stomach a stampede
Newton's third law of motion
A dollop of e-motion
A commotion, on Po's head he peed
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
18 December 2014