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Details | Villanelle | |

MY GARDEN

My garden is such a colourful sight,
with pretty roses and scented sweet peas.
An abundance of blooms, what pure delight!

Beautiful butterflies gently alight
on flowers dancing on the summer breeze.
My garden is such a colourful sight

Sweet night scented stocks abloom at midnight
their aroma is always sure to please.
An abundance of blooms, what pure delight!

Carnations in purple, scarlet and white
are visited by busy bumble bees.
My garden is such a colourful sight

A haven for birds I watch them in flight
they alight on peach blossom from the trees.
An abundance of blooms, what pure delight!

Pretty pansies smile in clay pots so bright
I love beautiful flowers such as these.
My garden is such a colourful sight
An abundance of blooms, what pure delight!

190 syllables, 10 syllables per line checked with how many syllables


Contest Villanelle me flowers Sponsored by Broken Wings
06~13~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

Among Butterflies Sought


Is This Nature's Glory As a quarry? Alone and at peace A life, a new lease I pull up a piece of land Take a little time to mend This rainforest trembles An open window in shambles Sitting on my own made porch I fire up a configured torch  Then Lay under, should I say What is like a porch light ray And I wait for that one moth Amongst butterflies sought An unwanted reject Like me ready to eject Take me now in this lush With the roar of death; a hush And I will go, amongst this gift Gods Eden unquestioned; my lift My life to stop the bleeding of the land So I protect this marvel, hold her hand Never can't So I chant Let me meld Forest held Me alone a window into the future slightly opened We are all just a moth drawn to a porch light penned  13~11~2014 Sponsor : craig cornish Contest Name : Chopped II ********************************************************* I believe this falls within the 10 to 20 line loose suggestion. This is usually done by the sponsor because it would be difficult to read 35 epic poems and rate them. Because I wanted to create a shape if you count lines as they line up I have more then 20. If I realigned them I would have much less than 20. I believe I stayed within the spirit of the rules. However that is and should be in the hands of the sponsor. I worked very hard towrite this piece for this contest. I loved the process. I have already accomplished everything I wanted to do with this write. I watch the show Chopped all the time.The idea is to be creative with the ingredients. If there is a steak in the basket you better not just cook a steak. The point of the show is using the ingredients creatively never do the obvious. I am happy to have written this piece inspired by the contest. So thank you Craig because I am proud of this write. However below is the ten to twenty line alternative in case you would rather judge it. ********************************************************** Chopped Too - A Rainforest This rainforest trembles An open window in shambles Sitting on my own made porch I fire up a configured torch  Then Lay under, should I say What is like a porch light ray And I wait for that one moth Amongst butterflies sought An unwanted reject Like me ready to eject Take me now in this lush With the roar of death; a hush And I will go, amongst this gift Gods Eden unquestioned; my lift My life to stop the bleeding of the land So I protect this marvel, hold her hand Me alone a window into the future slightly opened We are all just a moth drawn to a porch light penned  13~11~2014 Sponsor : craig cornish Contest Name : Chopped II

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

Details | Concrete | |

Dreaming With Butterflies

FLUTTER BY BUTTERFLY DANCE YOUR WAY ACROSS THE SKY WITH YOUR TISSUE PAPER WINGS THOSE DELICATE AND DAINTY THINGS FLASH WITH COLOURS OH SO BRIGHT STILL SHINING IN THE MORNING LIGHT NATURE’S GREATEST WORK OF ART IT CANNOT HELP BUT STIR THE HEART TO SEE THIS SPLENDID CREATURE IS THEIR NOT A BETTER FEATURE OF THE BRITISH SUMMERTIME THAN SUCH AN INSECT SO DEVINE EVER VIVID ALWAYS TRUE OH I KEEP THE BRIGHTEST HUE WRAPPED INSIDE MY MEMORY FOR HARDER TIMES AHEAD OF ME WHEN I’M IN NEED OF A SMILE I’LL STOP AND RECOLLECT A WHILE THE BUTTERFLY’S HAPPY DANCE AND WITHIN MY PEACEFUL TRANCE I FIND A SENSE OF CONTENT AT THE SUMMER THAT I SPENT DREAMING WITH BUTTERFLIES

Copyright © Sharon Smith | Year Posted 2012

Details | Alliteration | |

The Butterfly Flutters By

The Butterfly Flutters By
On a steamy, sun-drenched, summer Sunday, Tree leaves delightfully dancing to the tune of A warm, welcoming, wandering breeze blowing, Metamorphosis now complete, no memory of being yesterday’s creeping caterpillar, The butterfly flutters by.
Blatantly, brazenly, boastfully, Showing off beautiful, brilliant, blue-black and brown wings, Gracefully gliding through a breathtaking, glorious garden, The butterfly shyly pitches from blushing, boldly-colored, buds to fragrant flowers, Cunningly outmaneuvering a competing, hovering hummingbird.
Slyly snatching a satisfying taste of tantalizing, syrupy, sweet nectar From attention-craving, Golden Flame Honeysuckle vines, The butterfly flutters by Cheerfully and completely satiated - Perhaps, already dreaming about tomorrow’s anticipated sugary feast!
Entered in the contest "The Butterfly Flutters By"

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

On Butterfly Wings

On clear bright days I catch a glimpse
Of what is a rare and beautiful sight.
Endangered, once feared to be lost to time
A gem to the butterfly world.
The Monarch making a brave return
Bringing to me a smile on beating wings.
Timeless beauty wrapped in a silk cocoon
Free to flutter where the wind goes.
Dancing on air without missing a beat
Enchanted by your beating heart.
Knowing I have seen rare beauty.
On more than one occasion you have come,
Like the rainbow that comes by.
Peeking through the clouds, around corners.
Reminding me on several occasions,
To follow inspiration, to keep chasing rainbows.
To fly on butterfly wings.

For P.D., who constantly inspires...
Contest 'any old butterfly poem...

Copyright © Shannon Deane | Year Posted 2011

Details | Light Poetry | |

The Wonderful Journey Of The Butterfly

This beautiful journey begins
From a courtship routine
The male perch themselves on leaves
And create a glorious scene
Waiting for a female 
Just to fly on by
Now he has his chance
But, she’ll be the one to decide



The male needs to find out
Whether she’s been fertilised
If she’s already pregnant
He’s soon going to realise
She’ll release a powerful chemical
Which is called ‘pheromone ‘
That tells him she’s unavailable
So he might have to fly and roam



Soon after they have mated
She looks for a place to lay
Laying her tiny eggs
Mostly oval in shape
She can lay two hundred or more
Just in a single day
But she needs to find a milkweed
On this beautiful sun spring day



The tiny little caterpillars
Start to grow inside
Eggs no bigger that a pin heads
And thats no word of a lie
They feed on the milkweed
And the enzymes in the egg
Until these little caterpillars
Start growing up really big



Now when they hatch
From their eggs
They will eat and eat and eat
Eating up everything
Of those milkweed leaves
They will start expanding
Getting bigger and bigger
Shedding their skin several times
Now that is really clever



Then they just stop eating
And know their time has come
For their stunning transformation
Four stages have begun
They’re find a special twig or leaf
And hang them-selves upside down
Then spin a silky cocoon
Where they won’t be found



It’s called metamorphosis
Turned into a shiny chrysalis
Inside the caterpillars’ changing
Into a beautiful butterfly
It dissolves itself into a soup
That’s truly organised
Inside a process is taking place
It’s forming disc’s, a body, a face



This wonder of nature you can see
When they emerge victoriously
This transition takes some time
For the birth of an exquisite butterfly
One of nature’s beautiful scenes
Celebrating new birth in spring
The reproduction of a butterfly
A remarkable cycle, that does not die




© Copyright KC.Leake
6th April 2015
All Rights Reserved




  

Copyright © kevin leake | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku | |

Butterfly Bush

Purple butterfly
Bush grows weary with it’s load
Covered with gold wings

Copyright © Regina Riddle | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

Butterfly Dreams

Giving in to desires dreams of butterflies,
Dancing to internal rhythms pulsing beat,
Finding Heaven's scent, devils delight, sighs; 
Wanting temptations forbidden fruits heat.

Come to where butterflies desires go to kiss,
On wings that whisper of earthly tones,
Carried to heights of sublime bliss;
While butterflies whisper orgasmic moans.

Plunging deeper, coaxing french vanilla cream,
Eyes wide open drinking in butterfly dew,
Giving in to butterflies secret desires to dream;
Devouring ambrosial butterfly nectar anew.

Trembling beneath each stroke of butterfly wings,
Release struggling to cascade in brilliant form,
Tender hushed whispers, as the heart sings;
Caught off guard during a butterfly storm.


Copyright © Shannon Deane | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse | |

If I Were A Butterfly

If I were a butterfly... Your yard might be the place to fly. I'd flap my wings and fly all day. From tree to tree...I'd bounce my way. I'd ride hot puffs of air Like a roller coaster at the fair... Like a schooner on the ocean's waves... I'd soar and swim the sky all day. And when your children came to play... I'd dance about their noses. They'd laugh and chase And then I'd hide...safely in the roses. I'd perch among the sharpest thorns, My wings...the roses to adorn... Tomorrow I might float and soar... Visit neighbors yards next door. And when my flying day is done... And I am finished having fun... I'll float and flutter back through space... Your garden ...still my favorite place.

Copyright © Ray Dillard | Year Posted 2010

Details | Alliteration | |

Beautiful Butterfly

Brilliant blue butterfly Frequently fluttering freely Delicately dancing on dahlias Softly soaring skyward Buddleia bushes brimming with beauty Enchanting everyone’s eyes 6th July 2014 Originally written for Alliteration Contest held in 2014 Entered into New or Old 2 sponsored by Eve Roper

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose | |

The Butterfly Flutters by

As I stand on the shore of lake Huron in Ontario, Canada 
Marvelling at all the beauty with autumn at her peek
I see what I assume a flying leaf  upon a cool breeze
Until it lands upon my hand and folds its wings
Velvet orange, striped with black, edged with dots of white
I watch in awe as that monarch butterfly once again takes flight

Four times it had to  shed its skin to pick itself up off the ground
A caterpillar that stole away in a  chrysalis until its truth was found
Four generations would come and go before its final stage
A journey over land and sea, two thousand miles of flight
To a mountain range in Mexico ... its final destiny where it would
Join …millions and millions of other monarch butterflies 
that somehow against all odds survived…

A miracle is what I see each time the butterfly, flutters  by.  


For the Contest

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse | |

Autumn Butterfly

You wanna know what I think?
I think you 're a bit confused
Don't you know it's late in the year?
Don't you know it's nearly dark too?

But your velvet and black-green wings
fan and rest upon my bare back
and it tickles! Now you're on my forearm
I think you like me. Off you go now...


This poem is submitted for:
PD’s ‘One Autumn Night’ contest

Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry | |

Stuck on You

I used to be free
Acrobatics in the air
I would soar with flair
From here to way over there
Fly away
Into my dreams
Free as the air that brushes by me
Anywhere I could be
Whatever tickles my fancy
I could be the fly on the wall
Or the annoying one
Tickling life and all of you
Laughing as I fly so free
Oh how I could dance in the skies
Landing on buffets to delight my eyes
Feasting on gourmet of french cuisine
Life so joyous from high in the skies

So one day my life came crashing down
You imprisoned me to the flyers pound
I could not escape you have me well bound
Now I struggle my life is on ground
No more flying, no more freedom
I am now all tied up and
Stuck on you
To my death I will hate this fate
Regretting the day you and I made that date
Landing on you was death in black
You are the one to steal my last breath
You are……..
Flypaper
I, the Fly

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet | |

Butterfly Pavilion

Nestled in hills of Pine Mountain, Georgia
Butterflies thrive at Callaway Gardens
Pavilion filled with cornucopia 
Vibrant beauties are captured on the lens

Floral-filled setting surrounded by glass
An international mixture abounds
Each majestic beauty in its own class
Flittering, fluttering, flying around

Magnificent magenta and sapphire
Flaunting deep purples and vivid yellows
The Lord blessed each with stunning attire
And they seem to be such carefree fellows

Pavilion visitors stand in great awe
Marveling at creatures without a flaw


*entry for PD's Butterfly contest.

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

Details | Haiku | |

Butterfly Tears

Dew drenched petals.
Butterfly tears fall softly.
Nectar from the gods.

Copyright © Karen Neary | Year Posted 2007

Details | Haiku | |

Caterpillar

caterpillar dreams
of wings and sweet nectar -
while munching tough leaves

Copyright © David De la Croes | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Butterfly Kisses

(}i{) (}i{) (}i{) (}i{) (}i{) (}i{) Kiss the sky Butterfly With vibrant colors On gossamer wings Your beauty so sublime swiftly soaring (}i{) (}i{) Dance in the sky Butterfly Your wings like elegant gems That sparkle in the sunshine With gentle grace Flitting and floating (}i{) (}i{) Kiss the sky Butterfly Soar high On vibrant wings As exquisite as a patchwork quilt Without a stich or a seam (}i{) (}i{) Dance in the sky Butterfly On soft breezes Flutter free Velvet wings so fragile Cocooned no more (}i{) (}i{) (}i{) (}i{) (}i{) (}i{)

Copyright © Tracie Edwards | Year Posted 2012

Details | Blank verse | |

A Plea to the Butterflies

Spontaneous ladies,
embellished by eons,
illusive, enchanting,
with black velvet "eyes,"
and fringed yellow cloaks,
sparkling with diamonds
at midnight and dawn,
Oh, fly me away from
my grey-flooded days,
from the four-lane race
and the file drawer maze.
Fly me away from 
the chain of the clock
and the sink of necessities.
Bring me in spirit
to magical rendezvous,
to dance by the glint
of the moon on the marsh,
hiding from fireflies,
nudging antennas.

Copyright © Carol Mays | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku | |

HAIKU 16 about the butterfly

wings flutter across my left cheek a tickling smile

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme | |

She Liked Butterflies

She Liked Butterflies

With a youthful spirit;
She laughed in the breeze.
Dancing in the wind;
Lighting on trees.

Golden haired child;
A laugh like sunshine.
Beautiful , free, and wild;
Artistically inclined.

One day she decided to fly away;
In a letter she said her good-byes.
When asked about her, I say;
She liked butterflies.

Her spirit now flutters free;
With her bright colored friends with wings.
Sometimes I think I can see;
Her… among life’s  most beautiful things.

In the summer when the Monarchs return;
There is always one in the midst of the rest.
Where they gather together in the wild mountain ferns;
Who appears to me as an honored guest.

Then she flies away once more;
For she was never meant to stay.
Like she did many years before;
To return another summer day.

Darlene Doll Smith

Copyright © Darlene Smith | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quintain (English) | |

Whimsical Butterfly Flirtation

With rainbow wings, you tarry among the stones
Your caress as light as dew drops in the sun
Searching for a rose to call your own...
A morning breeze hastes to join the fun
Tickling vines, and petals, where you've clung 

You find a place to rest awhile and preen
Then fly to me, assured and debonair 
You spread apart kaleidoscopic wings
While proudly knowing roses won't compare
Nor can the scarlet ribbon in my hair

Dear butterfly, while neighbors won't suspect
This love affair I have with you, 
My hair, in which you light, holds new barrette
You flatter me,... am I prize pursued?
You've fluttered down, to be my arm's tattoo





_______________________________
For Francine's Contest
4/28/13

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tanka | |

Summer Butterfly


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) 

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme | |

Butterfly Memories 1

Memories mottle my butterfly’s wings
Shimmering and cute they are from my past
And a new song the bard in me now sings
On two sweet ones from  the  database vast.

“ Chitra Salabh” is the word in my tongue
For this insect so loved by old and young
But “Chitra” is our star female playback
Those days, my son was learning his speak

TV was on.. and” Chitra” , mentions some one
Hearing the word, jumps up for joy, my son
And exults, “ I saw chitra”..Too young then
To know ’ Chit’, ’ Butterfly’ was what he meant

Some years on, a lovely lady I met
Leela Naidu, wife of poet Dom Moraes
“A double grandma,  I am now”  ,  she said,
“ But are those butterflies still there  in your place?”  

“Those black and white ones I saw in my youth”.
I knew not then she was Miss India once
And a sizzling Bollywood beauty, to boot
All that I learnt a little late, by chance.


For P.D’s ‘Old butterfly poem”
S.Jagathsimhan Nair,  09  Oct  2011



Copyright © S.Jagathsimhan Nair | Year Posted 2011

Details | Pantoum | |

FUN IN THE SUN KITTEN AND BUTTERFLIES

They tickle my nose with their vibrant wings I stretch in the sun; I’m ready to play Butterflies are gentle they don’t have stings I love to have fun on a sunny day I stretch in the sun; I’m ready to play When a butterfly lands on my pink nose I love to have fun on a sunny day Watching butterflies settle on a rose When a butterfly lands on my pink nose I jump and the butterfly flits away Watching butterflies settle on a rose I hope they will return and play some day I jump and the butterfly flits away Butterflies are gentle they don’t have stings I hope they will return and play some day They tickle my nose with their vibrant wings Contest Kitten and Butterflies Sponsored by Eve Roper 03~12~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

The Butterfly Song

When the butterflies sing the angels cry
A sound so pure the flowers will sigh
The butterfly song is the beginning of spring
It happens each year when the butterflies sing

Though it's a voice not heard by human ears
The evidence is seen through the angel's tears
Accepted by all as the evening rain
Because a butterfly song is hard to explain

The music is made by the the butterfly's wings
But only nature itself hears the song it sings
It causes the flowers and the trees to sprout
And the birds and the bees to dance about

When a flower is seen it won't be long
'Til spring is born with a butterfly song
So listen close when Winter calls Spring
And you might just hear a butterfly sing

When the butterflies sing the angels cry
A sound so pure the flowers will sigh
The butterfly song is the beginning of spring
It happens each year when the butterflies sing

Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

Monarch Butterfly

hanging from the foliage
in your hundreds
repainting the leaves
in bright shades
of black and orange
with your waterproof
gossamer wings
of four inch span
so fragile and 
yet so strong
enabling you  
to journey south
across america
from canada to mexico 
breeding new generations
as you travel 
thousands of miles
with unerring accuracy
to the exact place
of your birth
to breed
a new generation
that will initiate 
the process for 
the return journey
to the north
in due course
you are indeed
the monarch 
of butterflies

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse | |

Blue Butterfly

Blue Butterfly

O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly!
Where have you been
Night's bitter cold's 
Unending, friend.

O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly!
Bring love again
Stay 'till I'm old
And to death's end.

'Come! Then love! Let's go, you and I!
Let's fly through the poppies and lie
In the fields of forget-me-nots
Play on the fruit up in tree tops
Taste the sweet necter on stamen tips
Kissing gently the blooming lips
Quench our thirsts by the singing brook
And greet the sun with each new look!'

O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly!
How can I know
You will not leave?
Dare I trust so?

O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly!
                          Wind...hear it blow?
                                              And on that breeze
                                                                     You up      and      go.


~by Deborah Burch©
4/01/2011


Form: verse

Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2012

Details | Tanka | |

Where now a Butterfly Sits

In innocent lie
Amidst the lightening dew
Poppies in mourning
She unknown, taken at will
Where now a butterfly sits










http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-6.php

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011

Details | Haiku | |

Flirting Butterfly

fluttering romance butterfly flirts with sun set strokes of a rainbow Written: Laura Loo ~Date Written: April 26, 2016~

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

The Frog And The Butterfly

The Frog And The Butterfly.

The little frog lived in a well
In a garden filled with flowers
One day he saw a butterfly
Who spoke to him for hours
The butterfly would tell him tales
Of the big wide world outside
But he only knew his little well
So he thought that she had lied.

One day she lent the frog her wings
And he took them for a while
Though he had never flown before
And it wasn't quite his style.
That frog he flew above the well
And saw the painted flowers
Then flew above a lovely lake
And felt all life's sweet power.

Then he flew above an ocean
Stretching out a million miles
He flew above some fluffy clouds
And his face took on a smile
When he come back to that old well
He told that butterfly
‘I’ll not live in that well again
I will be free until I die’

Copyright © peter duggan | Year Posted 2015