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 | Year Posted 2013
The sharp scratch on paper of pen and ink,
Alluring like the old feathery quills,
That call’s the writer’s mind to gently think,
As on Earth the inconsistent moon spills.
There softly fluttering wings echo around,
Repeating the whispers of ancient twilight,
The writer recalls another lost sound,
Once heard long ago on a summer’s night.
The velvet wings that shone of arcane blue,
Reflecting dreams of magical sojourns,
Distant memories now clearly in view,
As if those old days could simply return.
The moonlit butterfly opened the eye,
By taking the moment to simply fly.
Form: English Sonnet
Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2012
The word butterflies
Flitting past the paper net
Illusive to me
I open my heart
Showing them my thought flowers
Enticing them in
I catch every one
Feed them from my soul’s nectar
They fly now to you.
Open your heart wide
Give home to my butterflies
My love’s on their wings
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013
Flow with me gently or flutter on by
Your butterfly tears stain green your blue eyes
In rivers and inlets or far away streams
your tears follow currents in search of your dreams
The butterfly swimmers with wings blue and gold
refuse to taste nectar that's any less bold
than you are in flight dipping through night
an eclectical sight, your reflection so tight
in your very own eyes shines bright from the tears
They strengthen your ties and lengthen your years
The spread of your wings cast shadows warm blue
to all that you love, and all who love you...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
I do not know?
A caterpillar is ugly until it turns into a butterfly.
A butterfly's beauty is very pleasing to the eye.
When you witness this metamorphosis, it is very cool.
It's amazing to know that something so ugly becomes something so beautiful.
Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2008