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Details | Haiku |

Butterfly Bush

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

Copyright © Regina Riddle | 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 | 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 | Year Posted 2013



Details | Haiku |

Summer

The butterflies dance
Rain breaks softly
The pause to my tango

Copyright © Audrey Poore | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |

THE BUTTERFLY

THE BUTTERFLY


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

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
dignity,
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 
crown.

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

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

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

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

I wept for you, oh Butterfly,
Who once enthralled the
world,
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
suffered
For the pain we all perceived?

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

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

BY
DARRYL ASHTON
  

Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain |

THE BUTTERFLY

The butterfly's a symbol,
A symbol of rebirth,
A shedding of the former life,
To become a thing of worth.

A metamorphosis took place,
A new life has begun,
A creature of great beauty stands,
Where once there was a worm.

No more to crawl amongst the leaves,
She spreads wings of bright hue.
The past is done and over now.
Behold, all things are new.

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

The clockwork butterfly.

When I was a child and my dreams were of gold
I always believed everything I was told,
my faith was implicit, my innocence pure
and magic existed, of that I was sure.

My old uncle Arthur was always in bed
his twinkling eyes sunken into his head,
he told me his stories of dragons and elves
that lived in the books on his library shelves.

On the table that stood at the foot of his bed
was an old leather box coloured purple and red,
and the lid was embroidered in threads of maroon
with the soft shining face of the man in the moon.

I asked him to show me what rested inside
and he said " Press the button, and open it wide!",
then up from the box with a deep whirring sigh
rose a magic mechanical gold butterfly.

It fluttered its wings as it gently spun round
Its beauty serene in the absence of sound,
and I was entranced by its magical flight
as it bathed in the flame of the candle's soft light.

As I lay in my bed with my head in a dream
I still could imagine the butterfly's gleam,
so I made up my mind to go back the next day
to watch the gold butterfly flutter and play.

But when I got there, the old house was in gloom
my old uncle Arthur was gone from his room,
and even though mother had tried to explain
I never did see uncle Arthur again.

That night I slept soundly, in dreams of delight
at the dawn I awoke to the morning's first light,
and there on the desk, by the side of my bed
was an old leather box coloured purple and red...

Copyright © Keith Robson | Year Posted 2006

Details | Quatrain |

Poppies: Collaboration with Mystic Rose

Hillsides shimmer in summer's golden fire
as marmalade sun dawns on poppied slopes.
I run with Monarch butterflies higher
barefoot in honey with tangerine hopes.

I hear the butter chirp of a warbler's song
and smile at God's creative citrine zest.
While I inhale the gold-coined sun, I long
for the Monarch's dappled orange vest--

If only I could shed my morose shades
and pluck the redly poppies off his grave;
I could be one with this saffron parade,
embrace euphoria, live the colors I crave.

Hillsides of valor: once I held his quest.
Now I turn to ruby poppies and I scorn,
but at myself or all in us that's best.
I cannot change the past nor can I mourn

a past I cannot change. But on this hill
I feel the poppies in their sherbert folds;
they lilt like orange butterflies and fill
life with sunrise, the beauty Monarchs hold.


7/5/17

Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017

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 | Year Posted 2012

Details | Shape |

Believe In Yourself - The Butterfly style

~Believe In Yourself~ (The Butterfly) 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 Believe in yourself Just keep your faith Hopes and dreams Love with All heart And soul Be strong and Never give up Just believe in you 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
February.10.2016 ~Author's Notes: "The Butterfly" is a poetry style created by Michael Degenhardt.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

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 | Year Posted 2015

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 
always!


Copyright © Christina McCullouch | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Believe In Yourself - The Butterfly Style

~Believe In Yourself~ (Butterfly) Set new goals for you Believe it too Best to come Have faith Love hope Be strong Don't give up Live with confidence Thru life love laugh dance Believe in yourself Just keep your faith Love hope dreams Love with All heart And soul Be strong and Never give up Just believe in you Life is just too short Sometimes distort But live it With grace Review Keep balance Do best you can Listen God with heart. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015
October.27.2016 -So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love. 1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV) -“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16 (NIV) ~Authors notes: The "Butterfly" is a poetry style or form created by Michael Degenhardt.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

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

Copyright © Christina McCullouch | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Today And Tomorrow - The Butterfly Style

~Today And Tomorrow ~ ( Butterfly ) Love Lord with all heart He is best friend Always there The Lord Greatest In all Just trust Him Spend time with Him Read His Word love pray With the Lord there's light In everything Loves us all His love Always Glows shines In this world He can save you Read His Word love pray Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2017
May. 06.2017 So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love. 1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV) -“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16 (NIV) - Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer Romans 12: 12 ( NIV ) -The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.” Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV ) "Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see." - Mark Twain- ~Authors notes: The "Butterfly" is a poetry style or form created by Michael Degenhardt.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Today And Tomorrow - The Butterfly Style

~Today And Tomorrow ~ ( Butterfly ) Love God with all heart He is best friend Always there The Lord Greatest In all Just trust God Spend time with Him Read His Word love pray With the Lord there's Light In everything Loves us all His love Always Glows shines In this world He can save you Read His Word love pray. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2017
October.31.2017 So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love. 1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV) -“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16 (NIV) - Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer Romans 12: 12 ( NIV ) -The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.” Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV ) -What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Matthew 16:26 (NIV) -Do you want to know God? Do you yearn to experience the Lord’s comforting presence, power, and wisdom? That’s good, because God loves you and wants to have a personal relationship with you forever. The problem is . . . . . . one thing separates you from a relationship with God—sin. You and I sin whenever we fail to live by the Lord’s holy standard. In fact, Romans 3:23: “All have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.” Furthermore, Romans 6:23 explains that the penalty for sin is death—separation from God in hell forever. No matter how hard we try, we cannot save ourselves or get rid of our sins. We can’t earn our way to heaven by being good, going to church, or being baptized (Eph. 2:8-9). Understanding how helpless we are because of our sins, God sent His only Son, Jesus, to save us. Jesus Christ lived a perfect, sinless life, and then died on the cross to pay the penalty for our sins (Rom. 5:8). Three days later, He rose from the dead—showing that He had triumphed over sin and death once and for all. So how can you know God? It all starts with accepting Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior. Jesus Christ provides a relationship with the Father and eternal life through His death on the cross and resurrection (Rom. 5:10). Romans 10:9 promises, “If you confess with your mouth Jesus as Lord, and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved.” If you have not yet begun your personal relationship with God, understand that the One who created you loves you no matter who you are or what you’ve done. He wants you to experience the profound depth of His care. Therefore, tell God that you are willing to trust Him for salvation. You can tell Him in your own words or use this simple prayer: Lord Jesus, I ask You to forgive my sins and save me from eternal separation from God. By faith, I accept Your work and death on the cross as sufficient payment for my sins. Thank You for providing the way for me to know You and to have a relationship with my heavenly Father. Through faith in You, I have eternal life. Thank You also for hearing my prayers and loving me unconditionally. Please give me the strength, wisdom, and determination to walk in the center of Your will. In Jesus’ name, amen. If you have just prayed this prayer, congratulations! You have received Christ as your Savior and have made the best decision you will ever make—one that will change your life forever! "Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see." - Mark Twain- ~Authors notes: The "Butterfly" is a poetry form or style created by Michael Degenhardt.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2017

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 | Year Posted 2012

Details | Romanticism |

The Four Letter Word

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

Love...,
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 | Year Posted 2013

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

12-4-04

All poems are copyright!©

Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |

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 its cool clear waters
while scoffing at the scoffers.

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

Come gaze upon desert dunes
or watch bees sipping nectar.
And immerse yourself in fog
white as a ghostly specter.

Come explore our blue planet
leave all of your woes behind.
And imagine all the fun
and hidden treasures we’ll find.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

BELIEVE IN YOURSELF -Butterfly

~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 | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

THE ICE BUTTERFLY

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 | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Believe In Yourself - The Butterfly Style

~Believe In Yourself~ (Butterfly) Set new goals for you Believe it too Best to come Have faith Love hope Be strong Don't give up Live with confidence Thru life love laugh dance Believe in yourself Just keep your faith Love hopes dreams Love with All heart And soul Be strong and Never give up Just believe in you! 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
April.12.2016 ~Author's Notes: The "Butterfly" is a poetry style created by Michael Degenhardt.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic Verse |

Rainbow

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 http://labyrinthoflies.com

Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Carpe Diem |

Pricked

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 | Year Posted 2013

Details | Carpe Diem |

I

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 change..in 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 | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Believe In Yourself - The Butterfly Style

~Believe In Yourself~ (Butterfly) 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 Believe in yourself Just keep your faith Hope peace dreams Love with All heart And soul Be strong and Never give up Just believe in you 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
June.26.2017 So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love. 1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV) -“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16 (NIV) - Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer Romans 12: 12 ( NIV ) -The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.” Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV ) “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” - Mark Twain ~Authors notes: The "Butterfly" is a poetry style or form created by Michael Degenhardt.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2017

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 | Year Posted 2013

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 | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

Believe In Yourself - The Butterfly Style

~Believe In Yourself~ (Butterfly) 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 Believe in yourself Just keep your faith Hopes and dreams Love with All heart And soul Be strong and Never give up Just believe in you! 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
July.17.2016 Authors notes: The "Butterfly" is a poetry style or form created by Michael Degenhardt.

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