A puzzle piece you are to me
Like a vine without any leaves.
Your heart is pure your soul is
Gold, the sweetest thing I'll
ever hold! A miracle in my eyes
it seemed, knowing they said
no babies for me! Always a
surprise you seem to be just
like a puzzle piece! At 9 months
you walked but not until 4 did
you first talk! Always a terror
making a beautiful mess always
a surprise that has yet to be
met! The twists and turns I
know we will see will seem
somewhat like a roller coaster
to me! The milestones and
special gifts you bring will make
my life seem Like a dream, my
special boy I have always said
How special I knew not till
Aspergers they said! The
journey will be trying the
journey will seem long! But
with our family together we will
chug along! My special boy I
love you so and cannot wait to
see you mature and grow! Now
we have a goal we have our
dream you see to make you the
perfect fitting puzzle piece!!
Written by: Christina Kirks
McCullouch 04/05/2012 For
Jonathan S McCullouch Jr
Mommy loves you to eternity
and beyond! Forever and
Copyright © Christina McCullouch
Hey! butterfly! butterfly!
Wait for me,
And tell me of your dreams.
Have you danced with fairies gay
And found your love and life?
Have you sipped the sweetest gold
And rest on the coloured beds?
Hey, butterfly, butterfly
Come on me,
And sing me your finest song.
Have you heard the music,
The music of all that is?
Have you seen the unseeable tones,
And swam in the seas scent?
Hey, butterfly, butterfly
Rest on me
And tell me what you be.
Have you danced with blossoms
And laid your babes to hatch?
A fluttered dream of worms long dead
The hope of better things to come.
Hey, butterfly, butterfly
Leave me not
What do dreams, dream of?
Of worms? of God?
Copyright © Ryan Farmer
The butterfly went to a party last night all through the evening. It was the drunken butterfly and he saw all different butterflies through the night at the party. Both of them were drunk in front of the butterfly that evening. He woke up the next morning and he didn't remember who gave him drinks. It was different butterflies passing for everyone at the party. His friend found out that there was another butterfly drunk that evening. After that night, one was over and he began to face it with. One of the drunk butterfly at that evening. When he went up to all the butterfly were drunk at the party. Then that night, he went home to get straight from that night all day. Then he looked back to the party to find out who gave him drinks that evening.
Copyright © Frances Roberts
Loneliness and sadness
Are my constant shadows.
My unsolicited friends.
They keep me company
In times when no one seems to understand.
They chose me to be their companion.
But, in retrospect, did I choose them?
I always wonder.
Over the years,
I tried to secure
even my blissful dreams.
But, I guess,
I've been unsuccessful.
I have to agree to the terms.
This alone seems clear to me.
Resigned is myself now.
Bound to solitude.
Welcoming no one but silence.
A complementary trio.
The mind thinks of solitude
While the heart sings of silence.
Life is a dull mystery.
But, still, I care to tell
a small portion of what life is.
So, I call to them.
This mysterious loneliness,
That strange sadness,
They want to be heard.
A nod towards shame.
they curl up
like some caterpillar
a dark cocoon.
Like in some forest,
The beauty is silenced;
Copyright © Wendy Meyer
The Inner woman was a myth in eyes of the oppressed
Limited to one
To one that gives her life
The layers of her thoughts lay dipped in his hands
Controlling the pieces of what was hers and what was his
She was kept a secret
Making her beauty lay diminished in his arms of trust and deceit,
Her Wings clipped
Her Ambition sorrowed
Her Spirit locked
The Butterfly's land was
Complete, with unchallenged control
The oppressor dominates all,
She came into this world unknown,
She looks to the sky, for the infinite dream,
her guide is heart, the trust of her pride,
Looking for a way
To bring happiness to herself, in all ways possible
She's lost in the eyes of what beauty of isn't
Consumed by the walls that have for shaken , moved and grown her
Little did she know, she was growing power through slumber.
Underneath the blossoming flowers and the sweet nectar breeze, laid the beauty of divinity.
The flare of her voice
The span of her wings
The beauty she had within her
Is the greatest joy, that was brought upon this earth.
We lay and wait, to watch the Cocoon unfold,
This Is a war that our Little Butterfly is going in on her own,
She may stumble, she may fall
She will fight the oppressor in all
Her wings dented,
Her Spirit unsure of,
She is it still our Little Butterfly.
Copyright © Taylor Cathey
Like butterflies are some I know,
Who passing, catch my eye.
They flit and flutter to and fro,
And then . . . Away they fly!
But I prefer the bush I see,
Upon which they alight
Because each year she offers me
A bright and sure delight.
The blossoms springing forth from her
Are of the sweetest hue,
A crimson red, my heart to stir,
My spirit to renew.
Winged beauties are to summer days
And pretty flowers drawn.
Despite their charming social ways,
By winter they’ll be gone.
My stalwart bush, through winds and rains,
From spring till winter's end,
Unlike the butterflies, remains,
And she is named "True Friend."
For P.D's(who is a friend to all)
for any old butterfly poem...... Poetry Contest
(I have at least five old butterfly poems and I hope
I chose one you like).
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich
Oh plump pink rose from heaven
my tiny butterfly heart dances
How humble am I in this garden of delights
just to drink in your beauty!
In your presence I sigh and sit and
watch you in this June morning..
Open your virgin bud as pink as
the blush on an angel's cheek
Your petals as soft as the kiss of evening
how sweet your fragrance - so intoxicating..
That I find it hard to balance on this leaf
as my heart grows giddy with your scent..
More enchanting than any nectar in heaven
I bow in your presence and pray to be noticed..
So I may sit near you and feel your softness
grant me a moment to alight
So I may lie close to you and drink
in your loveliness
Before an angry breeze
tears you apart
And carries you away from me
scattered petals crying
Floating far far away
with no trace of your existance..
Copyright © valerie bellefleur
In summer my garden comes alive
as graceful butterflies make it home.
Peacocks with vivid colours flit
from blossom to blossom
Busily working gathering nectar
pollinating as they go on to next
flower. All so pretty I love them all
visiting my climbing rambling roses.
Red Admirals, Swallow tails and monarchs
adding swathes of brilliant colour
chased by Skippers and Orange tips
as each one vies for one more bloom.
While Gatekeepers and Clouded Yellows
delicately sip from my hibiscus.
A cloud of Fritillary's descend on stocks
and Painted Ladies mock the sweet peas.
A drone of bumble bees sets the tune
for Tortoiseshells to dance to.
Purple Emperors set the scene
as they visit my asters and begonia's.
Ah! sweet summer flowers, all
are kissed by Comma's and Coppers
bringing my garden to life
with joy as they all busily work
contest Skat's Butterflies
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton
Butterfly, your beauty shifted persuasively
no one dares to paraphrase your mystery
your rebirth is your unspoken myth
you are the beauty that is left behind
your body is vulnerable
with wings as delicate as snowflakes
you get lonely in this weird yet wonderful world
in no doubt, you are not the only one
it is so lovely to see
in this fairy tale, you are the real Cinderella
others used to disgust on what you looked like
but underneath your blurry mask, your charisma is a mind-blowing
butterfly, don't reach the sky too high...
or you may fall and lose your charm
butterfly, don't just come to say goodbye
your beauty is a gift in this world of harm
please stay for a while
released us from heartache and worry
then you can just passed us by
Copyright © Mony Reyna
I've been worried lately.
I cry inside, and my smile
is just above the surface of
Often I'm afraid someone
may see that it isn't always
the genuine smile I claim it
I don't see me; accomplished,
I don't see failure either.
I see someone who is
With seemingly no way to
To wriggle free, and spread
As if emerging from inside of
A butterfly, transformed
from that of a lowly caterpillar.
Yet still afraid to fly, but longing
to soak up the wind blowing upon
her fragile newborn wings.
I wish sometimes I were a hobo.
Where my only worry would be
when I could hop the next train;
Just me and the train.
Nothing but the roar of the
wheels humming against the track.
Vibrations coming through the steel
of the rail car, into the pit of my being.
My bones rumbling.
My core trembling.
My soul shaken.
My heart, mending.
My wings finally,
When that train stops:
Fly away free.
Copyright © Julia Hill
Winged Vamp – for contest
Hey, who’s in charge here…?
I need a serious makeover,
spent a summer eating a very…
put on a few ounces..
had some of “those” curves.
Been in here working
on my image, you know,
buffing it up on all levels,
a little firming up,
splash of color,
Now it is time for
my coming out party….
“Sweet Sixteen??” No Way!!
Can’t wait that long.
Gotta break out,
spread my wings,
sashay down that winding staircase,
enrapture the garden,
enhance the beauty of the flowers,
tease them with my love,
make even the roses blush.
Leave but the scent of my wings
wafting over their petals,
a dewy tear on their cheeks
for I am as fickle
as the winds I surf
as frail as my fluttering
John G. Lawless
for SKAT’s Butterflies Among Us – Poetry Contest
Copyright © John lawless