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Butterfly Introspection Poems | Introspection Poems About Butterfly

These Butterfly Introspection poems are examples of Introspection poems about Butterfly. These are the best examples of Butterfly Introspection poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Details | Free verse |

The Butterfly You Cannot See


Once a caterpillar between a dream and reality thought she could be beautiful
~so on she dreamed...
Creating a shell to protect
under the bright new moon

The Cocoon~

Inside she wept
Yet,
A fantastic fantasy of what she would some day be,
The very colors of life upon the the Earth as she struggled to crawl
A slow progression; every day she saw


in a mirrored shell

She dreamed her colors, she connected with divinity
as her memory recalled the sky so blue, the warm sunlight
To the very hope to one day fly
What color? her imagination touched God's heart

One day she emerged through the darkness, the seclusion,
The shell now out grown...she pushed her eloquent wings through
Standing upon a cracked open cocoon,
her wings tested the winds of kindness ~
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Her first flight, she the Miss, fluttering about without direction or care, enjoying the Summer air~ 
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The flowers sent scent to comfort, to rest there, she;
in awe of her wings, the colors, they were just as she dreamed!

God Smiled~

I heard of a human tell of her beauty, then suddenenly became sad
Not for the glory upon, but the time as her flight would expire

Yet, tell me, what is time to a butterfly?

When time itself is calculated by man and the stars...
Yes, she and I know the majestics of God's creation that some take for granted

As the stars shine tonight
I think of the butterfly's flight
I know all is right
I know mans's calculations are right
But, somehow, it is not a sadness 
but courage spilled upon the Earth
of the butterfly's rebirth from a worm

I, in all that I am can relate
I embrace, know her way
Once a worm as I, now my colors motivate my flight

Life is so short~


Details | Free verse |

'The butterfly within'

I always dwelled on my faults my shortcomings never saw the beauty others saw hidden beneath the insecurity falter in search of validation from the things and people that would never mean a thing trying to hide until that day it was easier to face the truth or maybe not easier just a time where running away and cheating myself ripped through the core of everything that is me you come to a point where lying to yourself is not second nature anymore trapped in a space where you know it’s time for change it’s time to take the blindfold off time to embrace you and not what others see, not look for gratification from outside try to feel within, even if it means having to deal with pain in the now instead of chucking it away and bounce around on an emotional see-saw
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Details | Verse |

IMMORTALITY

IMMORTALITY

When you look into your daughter’s brown eyes 
And see  the eyes of your own mother long gone
But  still smiling there,   and understand that she
Too will hear  something of you in her own son’s sighs;

When you pass a bearded hobo in a thunderstorm
Standing on the bridge and in a flash you see that the world 
Is filled with such people, and that Christ himself 
Also stood like that on the road to  Jerusalem;

When you hear a nightingale and marvel as you realize 
That all nightingales have sung the same song 
From time immemorial;
Or see a butterfly and admire its colors in surprise 

As Roman soldiers did before battle for Rome’s fame; 
And know that your daughter’s daughter will chase 
Almost the same butterfly around some 
Future garden of perennials, almost the same;

When time ceases to have meaning  for you
Because you realize instinctively that you see and feel
All the same experiences people have always felt :
Then,  with the universe you become one and true  -
 
And you live forever.

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(Theme = Cosmic Consciousness)
Written By Sydney Peck
Entered in Debbie Guzzi’s Contest    DeLIGHT, Good Vibrations


Details | Alliteration |

SEND A BUTTERFLY OR TWO

SEND A BUTTERFLY OR TWO
deep contemplation—consideration initiated intervention soft-scented and serene “yesterday—today—tomorrow” drifts dispersing dreams past and present—poised integrated involvement melancholy memories merge quest questioning quietly yielding—tainted—testimonies deflecting definitive destinies Please send a Butterfly or Two


Details | Light Poetry |

Butterfly

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 
04/09/2013


Details | Lyric |

Nature's Sigh

The Black butterfly waves away her adorations
All she seeks is seclusion, subsuming slave to mortification
The Dear Air is all she can breath, captive of imaginary dreams
The Beacon resonates, but the hope isolates
The Wasteland's silky fingers caressing the virgin's face

So she is now, the covet of the damned
Programmed to every victim's pain
Carrying the weight of every sorrow
Drowning in wrongs she does not know
But paradise is at loss; she must go

Nature sighs after the bite
All my hopes fading
Don't look at me with those sorrowful eyes
How do you know exactly what I'm feeling?
I'm just the ghost flower passing by
And you can hear nature's sigh


Details | Rhyme |

A frog like me

When Fancy`s Fairy barefooted runs in the happy green, 
The blond bees dance near honey comb in New Jersey…
One Ocean distance to lie in daily gray and self mercy:
This butterfly lost the way of Brasil Carnival just seen

In virtual  3D in the last movie of the “generation mall”
At the European new poles beyond the old courtain.
The goldfish .jpg ,pdf , new prezi in chatrooms mentain
Virtual people looking for exotic food, forgot the call.

Beyond pictures.jpg, new projects.prezi kept in leptop,
Postmodern hermeneutics of love lost the compass
And compassion in this aquarium whose ocean may pass 
All in those proclaimed Mayas last days ,they will  stop.

Staying on the large yellow water lily, a frog like me
Is fascinated by the ocean of your eyes and their swords.
 I Goggle out at the little crumbs of bread and words
As thrown by the good visitors of the small lake free.
 
“Your bread is dry and dull: You are not good for Soup!”
I wanted to share the dinner with my noble neighbor:
A reddish tortoise stopped near my poetical harbor.
I know. I know I don`t live in Galapagos with your group.

Defiant white and red beets wait on the table` bands;
Horse radishes with invisible pricking javelin, vinegar,
Turkey, salad decorated with sweet basil, potatoes eager.
Family, Trinity, prayers, smiles, candles shaking hands.


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


Details | Blank verse |

Discovery of a Poem

Writing a poem does not always seem
Like a process of creation, but instead
More like a surprising discovery
As if a butterfly was fluttering 
Around inside your soul, and then when you
Open your mouth to speak, there it is, look!
Impossible, yet there, iridescent,
Before your own wide, incredulous eyes
And perhaps I am a hypocrite for
Wanting to capture it, to pin it down
To see if I can find myself between
The lines; puzzling out the rythm
Of my own heartbeat inside its wingbeats
Break it open like a fortune cookie
To discover if my love might be true;
Is it not cruel to keep it in a jar
Contained like so much spice or honey? Then
I'll release it to the wind; let it breathe


Details | Light Poetry |

Butterfly

She was just 8 years old
With freckles on her face
She was a little tom boy
Playing miles from the U.S base

Her name was parwana
 Means butterfly in afghan
She was like a little princess
Born in a cruel land

She was with other children
Just playing under the skies
But they look like terrorist
to a  robotic drone as it flies

So they all were killed
With bombs falling from the skies
Then Washington says on TV
It’s a mistake we apologize

We apologize for your lost?
How will that ease the pain?
Of the parents not seeing
Their little love ones again

Her mother cries oh god
Why don’t you kill me instead?
How can I live now? 
That my little butterfly is dead

These are our children
Not a horse or a cow
Go look your self in the mirror
Who are the terrorist now?

 The British prime minster
Says the terrorist will be beat
From his press conference
From NUMBER 10 Downing Street

The white house says
There will causalities of wars
While all the war mongers
Are safe behind their doors

Her father mourns her death
Till his cant live no more
So he drove a car with bombs
Thru the green zone door

There are good and evil
And we know what evil do
But when the good do the same
Then who is better than who

The lives of the innocent
Are being taken by both sides
And today there was a butterfly
Who will no longer flies?


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