A Butterfly Who Can't Get Out of His Cocoon
There was a mother butterfly
Who wished to have a female child
But out of his lain eggs in the meadow
She wasn’t sure if her wish was granted though
Then one baby caterpillar came out
From his broken shell he crawled up
With so much blessings around him
He grew faster and changed his skin
The caterpillar then became a pupa
Hung upside down on a woody plant
He surpassed the strong wind
Through the calamity of life he stays in
The time has come for the pupa
After slowly changing his shape inside
He has to crack his own cocoon
He has to let his wings out soon
But he prefers to stay inside his room
He just made a small hole in his cocoon
Through this he gazed and took a scene
He fears the outside world may not admit him
He noticed his mother butterfly
Patiently waiting outside
She’s very much excited
For her child to come out
Though the young butterfly
Experienced pains and struggles inside
He decided to stay in the cocoon
Than to give his mother a great frustration
How can he get out of his world?
He wanted to hide his true color!
He will ignore the longings of his heart,
His love for the bees than flowers with nectar.
poem by Rose de Ramar
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Monarch
That butterfly I knew.
Pretending to be just a caterpillar...
With nothing else to do.
Crawling upon a branch,
And on leafs I saw it chew.
I watched this masquerade...
And stayed focused on it too!
That butterfly I knew,
Then tried to hide itself...
Inside a cocoon!
That butterfly I knew...
Inside that cocoon grew.
I saw a wing of beauty appear.
With designs of color too!
Did I imagine this in sleep?
Is that caterpillar pulling on me...
Some magical trick or treat?
And then it winked at me and flew away.
As if to say to me in flight...
'I wish I had your time,
With nothing else on my mind...
But to sit and contemplate on ways,
On how to waste my days and life!
I've got things to get done and do.
Do you? '
And this Monarch,
Away flew!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Butterfly
Constantly creepin' caterpillar,
Still a swoon in a cocoon.
Soon you might emerge,
And you're made to emerge.
A little longing to love, lush,
Starving for affection.
Hidden by the size of my perfection,
With one exception...
If you wanna butterfly,
You gotta be a butterfly.
You know that nothing falls out of the sky.
Still a swoon in a cocoon.
If you wanna butterfly,
You gotta be a butterfly.
You know that nothing falls out of the sky.
How do I hide somebody from the great blue wide?
I'll come and sweep you up,
'Cause your time ain't up, be patient.
Now you see the sun is rising and your realizing,
Wise enough to know,
That you gotta let yourself grow.
If you wanna butterfly,
You gotta be a butterfly.
You know that nothing falls out of the sky.
Still a swoon in a cocoon.
If you wanna butterfly,
You gotta be a butterfly.
You know that nothing falls out of the sky.
What goes around comes back around;
This is nature's way.
Be conscious of what you do,
Because you will be repaid.
If you put turnips in the ground,
You will not harvest grapes.
You are what you attracted,
And this is why I say;
Uhhhhhh...
If you wanna a butterfly,
You gotta be a butterfly.
You know that nothing falls out of the sky.
Still a swoon in a cocoon.
If you wanna a butterfly,
You gotta be a butterfly.
You know that nothing falls out of the sky.
Constantly creepin' caterpillar,
Still a swoon in a cocoon.
Soon you might emerge,
And be made to emerge.
Maybe...
Still a swoon in a cocoon (repeated MANY times!)
Uhhhhhh...
song performed by by India Arie
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One new Butterfly!
One day I know one new butterfly will be born
His mother is busy to keep a watch on the cocoon
She is waiting to see her baby
Stage by stage the caterpillar is taking shapes and try to form in to a butterfly from that cocoon
As the time fled
Alas, after a time
The baby is taking birth into a butterfly
Time to fly!
Time for the farewell with his mother
Now it is becoming mature slowly...
It is born successfully for his mother's watch!
poem by Z.I. Mahmud
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Love and the butterfly
Love is like a butterfly
never here nor there
high or low
not really watching where to go.
A first love is like a butterfly
hatching out of a cocoon
we are amazed by the beauty
of this new feeling.
True love is like a butterfly
spreading its wings
and starting towards the sky
knowing that they want to have this forever.
Loosing love is like a butterfly
laying its eggs then flying away to die
leaving them in this big world all alone
knowing nothing familiar only home.
Wanting for love is like a butterfly
still as a caterpillar
wanting those wings
to be just like his friends.
Love is like a butterfly
Trying to spread its wing and fly
Love is like a butterfly
It can stay or it can die.
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poem by lizzy Sydney
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The Butterfly
as the wind sings, the trees dance in the most magnificent flows
and the river stream strenght its powerful turbid, down the river bank,
where the lilies and the stones jump to its tremendous joy of gladness
so sweet to see and feel, when all the birds flies beyond what we
can't reach, a blows of wind that echo there dances with the trees, spectacular beauty has it gain when melody, whisper in my ears,
that brings splendid songs of the butterfly
lives in the cocoon, miles a away, in an hour it hibernation in the distance shore, waiting the moment, when things get ripe and the
joy that it gives, will linger on in our naked eyes, for remembering is
knowing the future it takes
as the spirit it flies into the air, with its wings swing up, up in the sky, chanting the wild as it goes high, and as the sun shielded by the clouds, the cool breeze air fall into the cocoon nest, the wandering pupa, magical and gradually makes it easy way, turn into a very nice
larvae
a magic has made wonderful things to happen in a most unexpected
way, a moment to tell that everything has something to feel, a time in
our life to stand, to walk, to decide, to experience, to know and a time
to understand and accept that we are just a part of the whole sujourner of life with others cocoon
as it grows and turn into a mature butterfly, we can sing and swing the
last dance of the butterfly, beneath our very own cocoon, that moment
is a minute to wait, that once in our life time, we have experience of what is being a butterfly, who fly beyond this wonderful world we
see.
poem by Antonio Liao
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She gives me butterflies
Her presence over whelms me
unique and pretty like a butterfly
Yet this butterfly
like a baby bird not ready to fly
taking caterpillar steps and crawling
as a pupa to a butterfly as if she
over protects her self as if shes not
ready to try and catch feelings
It's only often I catch
butterflies but she's one
of the prettiest I'm talking
point blank got it oeriod
She gives me butterflies
but when is she gonna be
the butterfly I groom
she says n way shes ready
but that may change that thought
if I keep it steady
But butterfly I'm ready
when you are come fly to me
or just simply say hi to me
For u give me
butterflies and I cant help
but stare sometimes
Never thought I
would the eye of ur butterflies
but life like a box of chocolate u
never know whats inside
might just be the one that gives
u butterflies
Butterfly
A caterpillar had the feeling
That change was coming
That time was stealing.
To embrace the metamorphosis
It wove a cocoon around its chest
And choose our wall to take its rest.
The young are thoughtless, often cruel
And I was no exception.
I would have destroyed it but
for Frankie’s intervention.
Frankie lived in the corner house
He was older and quite wise.
He taught me that this green cocoon
would change into a butterfly.
He bade me watch, he had me wait
to see the wonder taking shape.
We saw the Monarch first take wing
once caterpillar, now a King.
Several summers passed us by.
I still lived but Frankie died-
He was just eighteen, Young and brave
A landmine put him in his grave.
He died just before Saigon’s fall
His name’s inscribed upon the Wall
Corporal Frank Evangelista Junior,
beloved by mother and mourned by sister.
A terrible loss when Frankie died-
He might have been a butterfly.
(The incident with the Butterfly happened in 1960. Lance Corporal Frank Paul Evangelista jr.USMC died during the Vietnam war when a landmine blew up his jeep. I recall he died in March of 1969, but I altered the time lines slightly(using my poetic license) .. Had he emerged from the experience of war, he may have proved to be a great man.)
poem by John F. McCullagh
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They Call Me Love
(9/15/12)
My mind died so that I could live
For I had so much to give.
The world can be a place of troubles and fears
But love can wipe away the tears.
Some people live like a caterpillar in a cocoon
Hoping that their beauty will come out soon
And some- like a turtle inside a shell
Moving ahead can really be hell.
I no longer wanted to hide
The feelings that were locked up inside.
My heart sang out for all to hear
The beauties of today, tomorrow
And yesteryear.
I became a bed of flowers
With aromatic fragrances that
The world seeks
Reaching every corner
Touching every peak.
Everyone searches for me in every
Corner of the world
For I am a diamond. A emerald, a pearl.
People will pay to have me near
For I can heal the broken heart
And wipe away the fears.
© L. RAMS
poem by Louis Rams
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Where can I find that mischievous butterfly?
'It's very hard to identify in the heat of the summer.
Hey! Mysterious collector, please do not hurt the caterpillar.
Let her sleep in the cocoon and your mischievous butterfly
probably flew to some other ground.
Why don't you call by her name? ' The old gardener questioned him.
'Her name is butterfly so far but I think she has changed her name purposely.' The trespasser replied.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Going Home
CHRIST called my mother home today, and with him
She would stay.
She had done what she was meant to do
Although I am feeling sad and blue.
But I know she is in a much better place
And in my mind I will see that smile on her face.
she is looking down and making my heart strong
with the words of her soft gentle song.
Do not fret my child for me, for I am where I have to be.
My father called me home you see
So that I could continue to protect my family.
He has so many things on his list
And has given me the perfect gift.
He has given me wings so pure and white
And I can fly with all my might.
To anywhere I want to be, and my loved ones I can see.
You will know when I’m around
Although I will not make a sound.
I will make your hairs stand on end
And the chill run up and down your spine
To let you know I’m doing fine.
And when you need me I’ll be there
To wipe away your troubles and cares.
It is just a shell that we leave behind.
Like a caterpillar that leaves its cocoon
And into a butterfly as beautiful as can be
That is what’s become of me.
This is the song that I have in my heart
And for you to share with all the family members.
Now I must go to see what
GOD has put on my agenda.
I LOVE YOU!
poem by Louis Rams
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Life Bottled is Death
I am a butterfly
I flitter about
I rest awhile
I soar
What makes me beautiful?
I could keep you guessing for hours.
Capture me with a lid and bowl
I will die before your eyes.
My wings loose desire, life vanishes from my soul.
As I sit in despair my heart returns to the cocoon.
Look at what you are missing,
life without rhythm to a butterflies tune.
Trust in the nature of a thing.
A butterfly flitters and flies,
it may return it may go.
Isn't that what makes it truly beautiful?
Who would watch a butterfly if we already knew it's next move?
Trust in the nature of a thing.
For a butterfly is always a butterfly
whether resting or soaring,
or tightly wrapped in a cocoon.
poem by Sarah Hughes
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Butterfly Fly Away
You tucked me in, turned out the light
Kept me safe and sound at night
Little girls depend on things like that
Brushed my teeth and combed my hair
Had to drive me everywhere
You were always there when I looked back
You had to do it all alone
Make a living, make a home
Must have been as hard as it could be
And when I couldn't sleep at night
Scared things wouldn't turn out right
You would hold my hand and sing to me
Caterpillar in the tree
How you wonder who you'll be
Can't go far but you can always dream
Wish you may and wish you might
Don't you worry, hold on tight
I promise you there will come a day
Butterfly fly away
Butterfly fly away, butterfly fly away
Flap your wings now you can't stay
Take those dreams and make them all come true
Butterfly fly away, butterfly fly away
We've been waiting for this day
All along and knowing just what to do
Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly, butterfly fly away
Butterfly fly away
Butterfly fly away
poem by Zack Horton
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Butterfly-self-emerges
Caterpillar into cocoon retreats ‘n sleeps
Morphed butterfly-self struggles, emerges
Awakens into a nightmare, then she weeps
Altho is given flight, nectar ‘n sexual urges
“Greater consciousness brings greater vision”
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Butterfly Fly Away
I see people with their net and cage
And very young is their age
So listen as I say
Butterfly fly away.
The caterpillar turned into the butterfly
As I noticed it by
So now as I say
Butterfly fly away.
I know you love me
But there are things
for yours meant to be
So do as i say
Butterfly fly away
poem by Nitya More
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Butterfly
You should know that my smile was leading to this
It's all in this letter
Strange how your wings ache like a son of a bitch
Just when you're, just when you're finally better
(fly away)
Butterfly
Someone like you just better watch where you step
People have been known to bleed
See how my words read like a kick in the head
Sometimes that's just what you need
(fly away)
Butterfly
Butterfly
Fly away my butterfly
Fly away
Fly away my butterfly
Fly away
Don't you know that my smile was misleading
I have outgrown my cocoon
By the time taht you read what you're reading
I will have flown to the moon
Fly away my butterfly
Fly away
Fly away my butterfly
Fly away...
You should know that my smile was leading to this
song performed by by Tiffany
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Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
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Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so
What all the world suspect?
An hour, and gay on every tree
Your secret, perched in ecstasy
Defies imprisonment!
An hour in Chrysalis to pass,
Then gay above receding grass
A Butterfly to go!
A moment to interrogate,
Then wiser than a "Surrogate,"
The Universe to know!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Silent Cocoon
at the end
to make yourself a shield from all those
invasive matters of the
heart
you keep yourself enclosed in that
same cocoon
always that same same cocoon
hard so hard outside
this time you promise yourself
there shall be no butterfly ending
more of keeping
the silence of that cocoon
hanging upon a twig
under those
dead leaves
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cocoon
watch the caterpillar
struggle and build
creating its cocoon
to hide
for a while
for all the noise
for all the views
focusing
on its own
take your time
waiting for a miracle
doing noting
or your own
wait for the butterfly
coming out
and fly
watch
you'll know
and why
poem by Ellie Daphne van Stralen
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Why are butterflies free?
A butterfly goes thru one of lives greatest metamorphoses.
It starts its life as a caterpillar going thru life eating and waiting for that moment to begging its life’s journey. It cocoons itself until it is ready for its last steps in life.
Spring forth from its cocoon, it frees itself and flies off into the light. It is its begging and ending all at the same time.
It doesn’t care about what the future brings
It doesn’t care about lesser things
It doesn’t care about the rain
It doesn’t care about the pain
It doesn’t care about where it belongs
It doesn’t care about a silly love songs
It doesn’t care about right or wrong
It doesn’t care about the road being to long
It doesn’t care if the sun sets in the east
It doesn’t care about war and piece
It doesn’t care about the world in helter skelter
It doesn’t care about a warm shelter
It has no idea about mass destruction
For that takes too much contemplation
For politics it has no reaction
It needs no constitution
Just being is its satisfaction
It looks to no one for absolution
No homeland for repatriation
It has no skin for condemnation
It has no time for recreation
It has no room for damnation
A butterfly lives its life like there is no tomorrow
For a butterfly there is no tomorrow
A butterfly just wonders the earth sapping up life as it goes by
It owes nothing to anyone
Fly butterfly, fly and be free
Be free to be free
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Butterfly
A fleeting life for you.
Flower nectar, Sweet food,
To mate and die for good,
The cycle of life begins
Again and again and again.
From pupa to caterpillar spins,
White butterfly emerges, Amen.