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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

Details | Haiku | |

Butterfly Bush

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

Copyright © Regina Riddle

Details | Free verse | |

Steel Butterfly

A weak worm hatched
From an egg that is fragile
Trying to survive the world
Full of predators and guile

Romanticsm has been just an instrument
To be confined in the ego
And a faint serfage
On behalf of love upon herself

So she claims herself
No longer merely a companion
Metamorphosed as time goes by
A mild steel butterfly

Copyright © Shirley Candy

Details | Free verse | |

My Illusive Butterfly

Where are you today
My Illusive Butterfly

Fluttering around 
Among beautiful flowers
Amid fluffy billowy clouds

Or perched on a 
Dainty stem of primrose
Or a nearby limb
Of a mighty Oak

Looking out at the world 
Through the multi eyes of
My Illusive Butterfly

Copyright © Patsy Buckner

Details | Haiku | |

Birth of a butterfly

I struggle and strive
I pump persevering flow  
I knew I could fly

© Brenda V Northeast 18th may 2012
For Gail Doyles- Inspirational contest

Copyright © Brenda Victoria Northeast

Details | Personification | |

Puzzle Piece

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

Details | Light Poetry | |


I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...

Written By: Christina A McCullouch 

Copyright © Christina McCullouch

Details | Romanticism | |

The Four Letter Word

Four letters put together to create one word,
with an impeccable definition.

It is a strong word,
Close to the heart, yet
far from the woman you Love.

Butterflies flying, flapping their
orange and white wings in the summer heat.
The butterflies flap, flap their beautiful wings
together in the summertime of Love.

For Love is beautiful, like the summer preludes!

Four letters composed, to a Chopin's masterpiece.
The Romantic pole reaches out, to touch, to hold, to Love.

For these four letters are easy to read
and put together to create a complex concept
with a universal definition.
A four letter word, easy just to say,
but it is harder to show.
For Love is a simple word made up of simple letters,
but a complex meaing that takes most lifetimes to comprehend
and others a short while.

For I've seen hearts broken
and hearts put back together,
with this simple word.
My heart burned, brused, stabbed
knows the dangers of this simple, four letter word.

Love, some think it is a game
to play when you are bored.
Destroying self-esteem of girls,
who are already weak and nieve.
They long for love, but find surrealist dreams,
and see the Man of their dreams slip away in the night.
Gone without a trace.
While she is sucked into false promises,
from simple minded boys,
with only one thing on their mind.

Love..., it is a joke to some.
"I love you," is a laughing stock,
while a slap in the face, and disrespect is in fashion.
Girls, foolish girls walking in lonesome heartbreak,
saying they are in Love.
It is sad to see, and hard to hear, I know it is.

And to me Love is sometimes fair,
and most times a cruel joke.
Love, this four letter word is simple to say, but hard to comprehend.

Love me and I shall take you by the hand
show you caves of mystery,
and skies of grace and meadows, filled with flowers,
dedicated just for you, no one else, but you.
We can make Love on the sandy beaches, under the moonlit sky
under the still stars and shooting ones too.
Have a romantic dinner of oyster-shells and champange and kiss each other,
till we drown in intoxication and fall asleep in each others arms.

huh, Love... A simple, four letter word, that is easy to say,
but even harder to show.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski

Details | Free verse | |


What lives in moisture's molecules, water crystals dripping 
Downwards, frozen tears of the winter angels, forming a
Crystalline ice cocoon, within life's angelic essence thrives,
A metamorphism of beauties extreme, bursting forth
Behold the ice butterfly.
Sliver's sheer wings of delicate perfection, fluttering on a
Wintery November breeze, spreading flights appendages wide,
It captures the arctic currents beneath, soaring through the
Thickets barren wilderness.
Angelic creatures whirling majestically, a swirling swarm
Of fragility, symmetrical elegance in motion, reflective
Chambers of crystal light, the colors palate array, are trapped,
Within their graceful wings of ice.
Nature's magnificent work of art, flying aloft ever so
Gently, nipping at the frosty lace floating from heaven,
A cascading blizzard of snowflakes,  blissfully descends
Upon a wintery wonderland.
Living icicles glittering in the cold sunset, set free 
Unto liberation's crisp chilly air, light as feather’s
Down, soaring flit to flights ascension, circling each
Other in wild abandonment’s carefree play, drifters
Castaways lost amongst kindred's mischief.
As tenderly lain is the mornings dew, does it's
Limbs rise and fall thus softly, resting at a stands stilled
Pause, such beauty captured in silence's repose.
The Aurora Borealis, in kaleidoscope a shimmering
Prism of brilliance, sparkling with winter's natural
Essence, purified by the temperatures frigidity. 
Shine little ice butterfly, for soon life's ice-kissed
Spell, shall be broken by the first warming breath
Of spring, enchantments flutter bug, inspiration's
Muse, melts away at the thaws ember, revealing
The evergreen beneath the powders white.

Copyright © cherl dunn

Details | Concrete | |

Something is being said

Something is being said

across the whole world.

Something is being said

for all to hear.

Something is  being spoken

for us to be awoken,

Something is giving us life

to beat all this strife,

Something is being loving

to heal our pain and sorrow,

Someone has given us a new tomorrow,

Something is being said,

He is saying take His hand

He is saying forget the trials for they take you far,

Far into a land where life is left unknown,

He is saying, I am life,I am the true vine,

take my hand and we will live in eternity for all time,

for all days and you will learn my awesome ways.

Written by:©Betty Bolden


All poems are copyright!©

Copyright © Betty Bolden

Details | Dramatic Verse | |


Running through the universe,
Looking for the light,
I found a broken rainbow,
Crying in the night.

I tried to glue it back again,
Fix it's bleeding heart,
But the circle had been broken,
Before it's song could start.

The push and pull of meaning,
Are tugging at my sleeve,
The million colours dancing,
In the cloth the weaver weaves.

Are burning in the darkness,
Burning in the night,
As the rainbow goes on crying,
Sinking out of sight.

And now I'm crying loneliness,
Crying on my knees,
The butterflies of emptiness,
Are dancing in the breeze.

Running through the universe,
Looking for your face,
I come back to the start again,
To find my  tail I chase.

I know I've found my destiny,
I know that it is true,
The beginning and the end of it,
Is where we'll all meet you.

more at

Copyright © ness tillson

Details | Rhyme | |

Inside Of A Dream

Come chase butterflies with me,
lets laugh and play as we run.
And step inside of a dream,
romping with whales in the sun.

Come enjoy Nature's wonders,
sampling all that Earth offers.
And swim in ice cold waters,
scoffing at all the scoffers.

Come sniff the rarest orchids,
perfuming a jungle breeze.
Or visit snowy kingdoms,
where bears are white and seas freeze.   

Come gaze upon desert dunes,
and watch bees sipping nectar.
Or immerse yourself in fog,
white as a ghostly specter.

Come and explore our planet, 
leaving your woes far behind.
Just imagine all the fun,
and the lost treasures we’ll find.

Copyright © Emile Pinet

Details | Rhyme | |

A butterfly

A butterfly passed in front of me

And I was enthralled by her mystery,

Like that flash of bulb within,

When I learn important things.

Hidden message lies within

The beauty of her wings,

Small wings but hold great things

And spilled it in her fluttering.

I basked in her presence for a brief moment

And my soul has been quenched,

I’m so lucky to have seen it

as for grasping this occurrence.

So this phenomenon I’ve versed

Like the cycling secret of the universe:

Life and things how much we love will pass

All will be well if we’re at peace with that

Copyright © Juan Paolo Galua

Details | Carpe Diem | |


Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.

Copyright © Sam Ruby

Details | Carpe Diem | |


If its money I got its money ill keep. If its money I have its money ill weep. If its love that I give its love ill receive. For I am but no one who just see's beneath. Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.

Copyright © Sam Ruby

Details | Rhyme | |

The Butterfly

How merry seems the butterfly
Who flutters to and fro then floats
So aimlessly across the sky
In search of flowers nectar soaked.

How carefree seems this insect
Who does not question why
Nor cares much that his intellect
Is nothing as compared to mine.

Yes, at peace is the butterfly
And once man shared this peace
But answers to his questions why
Man seeks and will not cease.

And, as he solves these mysteries
Vast knowledge he unfolds
Along with that comes the miseries
Of still more answers yet untold.

I know now why Adam and Eve
Were so precious in God's eye
For in them God had found a need
As now, I need the butterfly.

                      Timothy I. Brumley

Copyright © Timothy Brumley

Details | Couplet | |


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"I dreamt, I was a butterfly or was I, a butterfly dreaming . . ."

~out drifting on a wind- swept night, she hears air of  clouds speak
of rafting whispers from the light, to let a blue angel seek    * *
a pathway through the marsh shade, where satins of evening flow
past crushed green and frosted jade, a world enrapturing glow,
a world not quite in between, where neither she nor he has sailed
an old psalm , a holy scene, a place where every tear is nailed,
and far out past the veil-stained trail, there is a dream waiting for her
like an enchanting necklace on sail, a reverie drifting on sea so fair~

she smells bird song’s grace, captivating in it’s solitude   *
*another time another place, where even dreams gently intrude,
a place where silence breathes a voice,entrancing the heart of a man
another hope, another choice, another contemplative charm,      *     *
along a road a tree sways, chanting to each passing ear
the words she touches but cannot see, the words erasing the fear,
and though there’s still a strain, that somehow just won’t go away   *
fascinating thoughts affirm that faith grows stronger by the day~ ~

~they sit there talking side by side, so many tunes in their rhyme
no place for anything to hide, transparent is the hood of time,
his voice cuddling traces of before, a sacred place of long ago      *
another sanctum, another key, a space that they still have to know,
and as they hum of when and where, a voice calls softly from behind
like delightful  music of the breeze, that feels so heavenly designed,
* then suddenly the night drips gold, as the necklace floats into sea
and just before he leaves, he tells that all their dreams would come to be. ~ ~

all rights reserved

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For Constance: Daydreams, dreams and dreams Contest
From: nette onclaud
10 Jul 11

Copyright © nette onclaud

Details | Verse | |


~Believe In Yourself~ (Butterfly suit) Set new goals for you Believe it too Best to come Have faith And hope Be strong Don't give up Live with confidence Thru life love laugh dance. Life is just too short Sometime distort But live it With grace Review Keep balance Do best you can Listen God with heart. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015 January,06,2015

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter

Details | Free verse | |

Believe In Yourself -Butterfly Suit

~Believe In Yourself~ (Butterfly Suit) Set new goals for you Believe dreams too Best to come Have faith And hope Be strong Don't give up Live confident Thru life love laugh dance. Life is just too short Sometime distort But live it With grace And faith Review Keep balance Do best you can Listen God with heart. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012
May.08.2015 Footnotes: The " Butterfly poem" is a style created by Michael Degenhardt.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter

Details | Quatrain | |

Butterflies Are Free

Is there any creature prettier
Than a butterfly fluttering by
A creature of the utmost beauty
Like a rainbow high in the sky

Varied paths on wings of colour
A conspicuous fluttering flight
Darting forth from flower to flower
A delightful peaceful sight

Dancing amongst the blossoms
Drawn by the sweet smelling nectar
Preserving nature's eternal scheme 
This fanciful pollen collector

Is there any creature prettier
Than a butterfly fluttering by
A vision of pure artistry
These delicate wings on high

© Jack Ellison 2012

Copyright © Jack Ellison

Details | Blank verse | |


Flowers in a valley faraway,
Wind carries them as butterflies in the day.

Meteors through raindrops fall so slow,
Forming rainbow tails from the solar eclipse’s glow.

Beneath the cosmos and earthly sky.
Floral butterflies ascend towards the showers and fly.

Copyright © Marissa Faries

Details | Light Poetry | |



As a boy, a youth, I watched
each bout,
Astounded by your pace,
I found myself dumfounded
Your charisma and your 

I watched you dance around
the guy
You called ‘the ugly bear’,
Sonny Liston was his name,
He seemed not to be there.

You played with him, you
taunted him,
This colossus of men.
You stripped him of his
Belittled him, and then

With dazzling speed of 
hand and mind
You finally wore him down,
The tore from him the
ultimate prize:
The world heavyweight 

You carried on to greater
By taking on the best.
Norton, Foreman, Smokin’ 
And basically...the rest.

Although I saw your 
All, the star gone by,
I still must sit and ponder
The wherefore and the

You once attained the
highest heights,
But then you lost your
Was boxing your supreme
Or is that just another

It fell upon the government
To rob you of your right,
To be called the People’s
And select who you should

I wept for you, oh Butterfly,
Who once enthralled the
Your brilliance like a banner
Was gloriously unfurled.

It became a simple epitaph
To every mother’s son,
‘The victory can’t be toasted
‘Till the battle has been won.’

When I see you now, I wonder
Was the glory you achieved
Worth the anguish that you
For the pain we all perceived?

Great Butterfly you gave us 
A reason to admire
The glorious things we all 
dream of
To which we just aspire.

Be good to those who love
And understand the rest.
All, the People’s champion,
You were definitely – The


Copyright © Darryl Ashton

Details | Rhyme | |

The Trapped Butterfly

Sitting in my room, watching a butterfly at my window.
It’s trapped inside and that it knows.
So it flutters around aimlessly tryna get out.
It vainly keeps on trying without a doubt.

But little does it know, it’s not really trapped.
For there are many ways out, if  it had a map.
The air holes in wall or my open door.
But it stays at my window hoping for sure.

I watched this butterfly struggle up and down not giving up
Hoping somehow for the window to simply corrupt.
No one to help it, no one to guide
All alone in its own ride.

It will die for sure, shud it stay in the same place.
And it will slowly give up this dreadful race.
No food, or water, not even a friend,
For this butterfly, it now seemed like the end.

Isn’t this a lesson we can all learn.
We stay stuck in the same place thinking there’s no other turn.
We give up easily losing all hope.
Thinking of ending it with sum pills or a rope.

And little do we realize that this is not really the end.
There’s many ways out, on this we can depend. 
To live your life the way you want to do. 
To have hope again and start anew.

There are people called Angels sent from above.
To guide n protect us n give us love.
To give us direction n help us through it all.
And be there to pick us up again shud we fall…

So I opened my window and showed the butterfly out.
“I’m free at last”  I could almost hear it shout.
Moving up and down ecstatically thanking me as it fluttered away.
Tomorrow it can start over again, for it lives to see another day.

Copyright © Sasha Maharaj

Details | Rhyme | |

The Butterfly House

There lies betwixt the thoughts that overrun my hearth of dreams,
And all vocabulary voiced from me with honey flow,
A certain garden with plethoras of palatial beams
Throughout. And filled with flowers oh so white they seem to glow.

They are the only source of light
Within this place inside my soul.
But rest assured they shine so bright,
Sparks from the sun they must have stole.

I see obsidian walls engraved with dazzling diagram;
It tingles to the touch with crisp sensation cool as ice,
But yea, its frozen features serve your soul with an exam,
And in its center lies a Well; reflecting paradise.

It slowly slips a slender kiss
Upon my mind; specific spots.
This simple space serves one purpose:
A haven of united thoughts.

Now hark! Now hark! Beautiful minds! Shining majestically!
This lovely throne of butterflies with splash of colors deft
Compels you to recline and see this marvel magically,
While thoughts escape the flawless walls all through a single cleft.

Now tread upon your reveries,
Where beauty is your only spouse.
And hold on to these mysteries,
Here in the butterfly house.

Copyright © Gael Attal

Details | Lyric | |


Where are all the people?
There is always something to be scared of.
I just wished everyone will please stop fighting,
And listen to everyone sing.

Everyone needs a little love.
Some people need the shove,
The confidence to show people what you're made of.

People won't you listen?
Hearing things like,
Maybe you should kill yourself.
Instead of asking for a little help.
See all these people crying?
They need to all start flying.
I wish everyone will please stop fighting,
And let the people sing.

If you need someone to talk to,
Let's be right here for you.
If you need a shoulder to cry on,
We'll sit and try a little flan.

We need to stop and think of all the uncommon people.
Think of all of them you don't know.
The ones who don't like to show.
The ones that'll really glow.

People won't you listen?
Hearing things like,
Maybe you should kill yourself.
Instead of asking for a little help.
See all these people crying?
They need to all start flying.
I wish everyone will please stop fighting,
And let the people sing.


Copyright © Mackenzie Brooke

Details | Light Poetry | |

Dust Upon Butterfly Wings

We are the dust upon butterflies’ wings
Musical notes on wind that sings
Grains of sand in on unspoiled beaches
Whispered words in poetic speeches

We are tiny fragments in endless space
Revolving mindless without trace
Softest velvet on fragrant petals
Silvery dewdrops that gently settles

We are powdery pollen on stamen tips
Which kiss the bees with enticing lips
Downy plumage of preening geese
Comforting feel of warmest fleece

We are the angelic touch of love’s caress
Giving freely without duress
Dancing in sunny rays of light
And dreaming into the darkest night

Copyright © Marilyn Clarke

Details | Rhyme | |


I long to write metaphors in shades mosaic 
Paint the peace that denies within 
In my mind harness liquid essence poetic
This conscience which now dances amidst a violent wind

I wish to empathize with the Monarch butterfly 
Landing quite inquisitive upon my limb 
Like it, withdraw from never asking why
Just to discover who I really am

Journey off from bustle to secret places
Where city sounds whisper so very dim
And words fall out of clouds picturesque 
It’s here; I know I can easily talk to Him

Form my thoughts, offer praising supplication
Let sail my soul upon His waters placid
Bringing back to life meanings of lost versification
Then my pen writes what afore could not be answered

And soon my pages fill as glaciers fall into warmer oceans
Overflow like the rivers do in rainstorms advent
Revealing purpose through myriad sacred revelations
Heaven’s door opens and I step through in… 
At peace evermore, I am

Copyright © Michael Smith

Details | Couplet | |

Butterfly Beginnings

The butterfly flutters by begin, begin
as in true in nature love springs.

Ageless amazing nerves sing,
bowed tension on cello string.

Eyes which will not let go, 
Father of Fire was bound, just so.

Bound was man by the gift of flame
for love brings man both joy and pain.

Butterflies flutter within the begin
ageless amazing nerves sing,

Bowed tension on cello string
a trail of kisses flowing, sting.

Dry tinder burning in Earth bound glory
love to Eye tells a comet’s trailing story.

Love begins on butterflies wings
with the bowed tension of a cello's string.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi

Details | Lyric | |

Dream Liberty -- Butterfly Effect

Butterflies quietly fluttering In my soul Transforming my life Morphing into something so unreal So Different, silently beautiful So hidden and lost A fire dances on my pale iced face Lively prancing as each sheds more light The embers glow in your singed shadow Was this eternity meant to last forever? I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty Punishing the dead Can you never let anything go Is it all to hard to see That your bias takes you on a blinded delusion Where all they plunder is hate Terror is a virtue When becoming a king So cut off the strings of my life With your power And you will see the strength of the dream of Liberty I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen

Details | Rhyme | |

The Unusual Fragrance

The unusual fragrance looms above my room, 
Its owner not yet known, 
Its purpose still a mystery I assume 
Sweeter than any other fragrance I ever own, 

Its mood is ataraxia, 
Cold soothing scent, texture so smooth, 
Like dying in a peaceful euthanasia, 
I have it trapped in a booth, 

Smells like angels on a spring break, 
Dancing gloriously in the water fall, 
With a rattling feeling like an earth quake, 
Its particles bouncing from wall to wall, 

Clogged in my mind is a fog of disconcert, 
As I battle my feeling to a perfect stranger, 
The feeling of unrest causes discomfort, 
As the unusual fragrance puts my heart in danger,

Copyright © Billy Simani