Creation Butterfly Poems

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Details | Free verse |
Inspired by a Art gallery and a poem by Shelly.


A room full of  mottled multicolored butterflies
captured within a creative space
of artful design
to inspire and aspire
Flirt and flutter a delicate ballet
among the pot plants
A splash of color
an oasis
among a drab row of urban gray
The door is opened
and the butterflies are released to freedom
flying high above
lush green trees
in clear unblemished skies
floating like autumn fallen leaves
in a gentle breeze
painted Ladies
that rested on my heart for a while
and made it smile
bringing pleasure to my eye
A symbol of freedom and eternity
filling my dreams
with all the treasures of summer.




Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Sept.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2013




Details | ABC |



                   A Butterflies Cocoon Designed 
                        Eternally For Good

                   Hiding In Jaundiced Karts
                        Lingering Mutations

                   Never Once Being Parented
                        Quietly Restrained 

                   Seductively Tepid 
                        Until Vacating Wings
                              Xtend Youthful Zooms...




                                      03/02/16

Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |
She washes her face with her tears 
Hiding behind a veil of fears
Upon her sleeve sits her heart
Making it easily torn apart
Swallowing a spoonful of regret 
Leaving her desperate for whatever she can get
Sadly she wears a crown of shame
Filling her pockets full of blame 
She washes away all these things 
Only to find she has wings

Copyright © Brandie Osborn | Year Posted 2016




Details | Rhyme |
                     The butterfly 

 With the breeze blowing and the sun shining
 the flowers are growing. God's finger print floating in the air.
 It's colors are rich a creature never to fear. 
 It starts out a caterpillar than a beautiful creature that takes air. 
The butterfly opens its wings and wonders free 
 it's the most beautiful thing you'll ever see.

Copyright © Rowdy Yates | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |
Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth 

Copyright © Christian Childs | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
In her cocoon she sleeps safe and warm
waiting for the day her wings are born.
Tender hearted with dreams of flying high
and for the day when everyone will notice
the pretty little butterfly that flutters by.

Strong and brave she will grace the sky
in hues of blue and sunny yellow glistening
in her eyes. Time is short but she will share
with every perfectly designed wing, she'll bring to
those who see, all her love for life and care.

Touch her not and un-dust her wings for her
fluttering brings stories ones mind can not see.
Listen close to her wings for within the sound
lies the story of the butterfly who's  beauty 
astounds.

The misty, morning, dew upon the rose, waits for her
kiss of pleasure that only the rose will ever know.
Her feet have been blessed by heaven abound to never
have to touch the ground.

Sit silently and watch and see, you will hear and see the
sweetest of melodies, dancing in the sky as the 
butterfly flutters by.

Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Imagism |

  O pretty Butterfly, what do you do?
- I flitter and flutter joyfully around.

  Your colors, how awesome hey glow
  In the sunshine so bright and gay.

  Have you ever pondered on anything before?
- O yes, from deep within the core of a cocoon!

  Then how did you evolve, grow and develop?
  Was it a struggle with much effort and strength?

- I was a worm-eating, leaf-eating caterpillar.
   One day I realized that I have a great dream.

- I spun myself, wrapping myself in,
- To ponder and think on what a guy could do.

- I crept out of that cocoon, bursting with thought,
- And me as a butterfly crawled out in delight.

- At first I was "wet", wings soft and all,
- Emerging fit for nurture on Mother nature's shore.

- What do I do, you asked of me, teaching from experience
- From flower to flower: "Enjoy life as it is"!



Copyright © Rainbow Promise | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

A butterfly flitters graciously in the sky, 
  No barring or fortress claiming its path, forever why.

A butterfly owes nothing of money or fare, 
  Its light of existence, foregoing superficial care,

The beauty of a butterfly, great meaning here on Earth, 
  A universal symbol, signifying rebirth.

A butterfly so beautiful, held in the palm of your hand,
  Many put together we call a butterfly wonderland.

Do you think the butterfly knows of their magic in our lives, 
  How special for which they contribute, a midst no compromise.

A world they freely travel, without walls of resistance,
  To admire and love, upon centuries relentless.

A butterfly I’ll be, instead of expecting world renown,
  For my entrance in your world , surely never to be let down.


Copyright © Chelcie Darling | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |
I wager a million on these cocoons in its pupa stage.
        That this butterfly flutters by rapidly.
The wings will fluster in a pause as beauty is seen.
        The psychedelic colors will be astounding.
She will sat on my shoulder as an eagle does
        bringing all her brothers and sisters filled with love.
I will embraced this for four days and then, I will provide them an escape.
        Sweet release!

I wager a million on this cocoon in its pupa stage.
        I will enjoy this recreation once again until it phases.
__________________________________________|
Penned on May 19, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
We know not
what to do right
the moon, stars
and planets
all vanish
into divine bliss

Copyright © michael walkerjohn | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |



                                                   The Host



                                            Safe, keep me safe,
                                they are coming fast...they are here...
                                             Circling, swarming, 
                                I am the contents of their envelope,
                                 sealed inside soon to be discarded...

                                            Help, Help me please,
                            they won't release me...they keep me here...
                                              staring, observing,
                                I am the subject of their experiment,
                                           soon I will be tested on...

                                             Leave, leave me now,
                              they are with me...they are a part of me...
                                             sharing, consuming,
                                        I am the cocoon to new life,
                                             If only it were mine...


Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
I am the maker of miracles a real spiritual man waltzing through shadows as they pull me back in I know I must escape them any way I can I know the way out like the back of my hand It's just me and the maker together, he and I I told you God is in me you just thought I was high talking with the Zeta's they tell me just why everything has an ending and the old me, must die I'm Calm as a bomb in the eyes of a storm they stare upon me as if I've been warned turn me inside out as a goodness is born I wear my battle scars so stars know I'm war torn When the gift of life is freed from inside the fire starts fading then the anger subsides like the great phoenix, I go back in time a miracle is born and now that I'm revived in my new life, I shine.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


tufts of green grass
scattered on the brown earth
of the newly ploughed land
spring up wherever they will
silently

watered by the rain
bathed by the sun
whose rays feed the old leaves
and give birth to new ones

unseen roots spread out
in an underground network

at each node
a new stem shoots up
pushing through the soil
into the sunshine
which nourishes it
clothing it 
with a cluster
of brand new leaves

soon
the once brown earth
becomes covered
with a lush carpet
of green grass

here and there 
wildflowers spring up
in colourful hues
inviting butterflies
and bees
to feast on their nectar

gaily painted butterflies
blend with the brilliant hues
of the flowers
creating
a kaleidoscope of colours
in a magnificent display of
nature's glorious creation


Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |
    Saw my doctor today
he gave me 
an "official" letter
confirming my
Male to Female transition
and said it was permanant.

He signed and dated it
and has been
sent to-day,(16/12/2015.)
recorded delivery
to an official government body
DVLA
fantastic !.

Elizabeth alexander.
this was to change my driving license from he to She

Copyright © elizabeth alexander | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ballad |
As i sit and watch the rain fall on my windows i gaze at how peacefully the sounds of the water dropping drip by drip. I observe my tears drip Down. And drip away in my Soul as i see my self dancing in the rain of a bright future finally at peace to feel the passion of Devotion placed at my feet with the actions of my flesh putting in all the work to make it in life. I strive each day for better giving my heart enough time to lounge in the chair underground so i can get my mind in shape. Imaging ways to be creative in my own mind being diffrent from any other woman u may see but still be me gracefully.

Copyright © Alicia Green | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
Covered in petals of roses, the bed in where Felicity is laid...
Laid forever in beautiful white with the most radiant sapphire enlays...
The choir sings a dulcet melody, while a plethora of loved ones softly cry.
The old grandmother clutches her talisman listening to the rhapsodic praise with misted eyes...

The old woman quietly prays for an idyllic future, one where her Precious emerges from her chrysalis afresh and new...
New, just like the butterfly emerges, oh so beautiful from its own cocoon...
One by one the patrons look up to the church ceiling, to view an evanescent image dance in fading hues...
Then witnesses it disappear through the colorful stained glass smiling and giggling too...

Felicity is no longer in her cocoon, off to another world this Beautiful Spirit just flew...

Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |


Butterflies are so beautiful and so free

They fly around so we just let them be,

All the different colors that their wings are

Beauty is all around us and the butterfly isn't far,

Mother nature did a great job when creating these beauties

There are so many out there I feel it is our duty

To admire all this beauty,

And to make sure we understand

That they are gods creatures and we to hold out our hands.


Written By: Unique Poetry 2015

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
Check check heal the mind
I`m forever just a baby in my mothers eye
Rip rip tare the torn 
Forgive but don`t forget 
While my feelings feel on
I think i know a time or two when our hearts could surely smile
Though souls still destruct , as poetry just piles
Dream dream crowd`s around my summer day
I`d like to go although not alone 
like sunglasses in the shade
Free free my wretched thoughts 
Leave without a sound 
Butterfly sweet butterflies 
                            May We Go Round

Copyright © christopher Lipp | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |
 Butterflies, beetles

 bugs and grubs. A

 blood thirsty mosquito.

 The bumblebee, the

 hornet, the wasp stings

 without warning. A

 daddy long-legs, a biting

 cleg, a spider climbing

 up your leg. Ladybugs

 and dragonflies whizzing

 about the place. The pond

 skater glides across the

 water, showing such grace.

 A wiggly worm, a tiny

 burrower, under ground

 skimming water or above

 the trees. Creepy crawlies

 are all around me.

Copyright © Andy Craig | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
To Be 
Free
To Sleep 
Amist
Gazing
Waiting 
Awakening
Thoughtless
Napping
Meantime
Moons 
Shining
Glistening
Dreams 
Flying
Wombs
Rhyming
Metamorphic
Swimming 
Structures 
Growing
Becoming
Alive
Wings
Emerging
Shedding
Pains
Yesterday's
Belonging
Becoming
Weight less
Breathless
Jumping
Freefalling
Mindlessly
Trying
Finally
Flying






Copyright © Holly Bohto | Year Posted 2016

Details | ABC |
faces on faces.............there are soo many faces on faces.........creating a fake environment around you........

teliing fake truths to make a more perfect you..................

why just people remain their orignal oneself..............


to love the orignal you....................


TO LOVE THE ORIGINAL YOU..................

Copyright © Swarna Tilak | Year Posted 2014

Details | Blank verse |
Your egg has served its purpose,
as the illusion of being less
is being disproved in your 
magical dance...

along the reflective 
surface of the water.

Crawl among the vine and the
bursting morning glories,
spread your wings in the warmth 
of the sun.

The colors of consciousness
rise and fall as you breathe--

and your gradual shift in awareness
lifts you into the air...

and you are flying,
you are flying--


and Oh, how the colors feel!






Copyright © red barchettadrive | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |
Soft silky sipper
nursing nutritious nectar
from fragrant flowers.

Copyright © Carol Connell | Year Posted 2017

Details | Epic |
Stones and Sands
Sanity on the rise 
Path in waves 
Foot steps onto hill
Freedom at will 
Drums in heart 
Pounding ill
When thee don't take to heel 
On these sands and stones 
Thy life shall'nt be lived 

Copyright © Olumuyiwa Onaf | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |
Bees Betrayed

With their delicate antennas, they smell the nectar
In the sky they make a wave to deter any vectors

Other pollinators like butterflies, birds and the breeze
Are nothing compared to the masters, the bees

Without them we would have little to eat
After you read this, honey won't be a treat

They make honey from the nectar they collect
It's their winter food for when it's cold and wet

They work hard for their honey
Then we steal it for money

Our pesticides, to name one, are killing their colonizations
Oh, 
how we humans, 
show our appreciation


Sept 19, 2016

Copyright © Tanis Troutman | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
the quiet place where i write
breeze swept field and shade tree
the autumn sunlight warms the soul
in the distance mighty towers
construct of hammers and hands
down by the ocean and its mighty ships
the scent of open water stirs the soul

this quiet place
where my heart builds little worlds
magnificent noble creatures come to wrestle
with a deeper sea of dreams
this quiet place where
innocence still laughs undaunted by the world
when my pen can speak its heart
unchallenged by the weary day

this strange place my heart goes to put pen to page
a place of memories both real and wished
a place where all could have been and was
this quiet place
crepe paper constructions of grand dreams
christmas tree tinsel lions chasing dawns wicked approach
where innocence still has the heart
to take joy
to take joy

Copyright © mark junor | Year Posted 2014

Details | ABC |
SCARS AND TATTOS

We often boast of being strong
Holding our heads high
And being in charge of our destinies
Human nature,  full of pride

But for every scar there's a tattoo
The ink is the storyline
The colours are the stories
The needle is the pain

A butterfly for change
A bird for freedom
A rainbow for happiness 
But a scar for life.

Copyright © Makayla Gilchrist | Year Posted 2016

Details | Blank verse |
There's a new dawn catalyzing,
can you feel it sizzle in your soul?

Your inner being is rising...
Higher than mountains,
deeper than seas.
Harmony has been distorted,
like an origami dream.

Rise--
into your transition,
let go of old stones
from a crumbling world.

Use the sand
to build your inner castles...

We won't forget you.

Copyright © red barchettadrive | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |
My house is quiet,
kids have gone to sleep.
Don't want to make a sound,
as time to myself is now a treat.

I can hear my clock ticking,
the t.v playing music.
My fridge is also grunting,
my phone i will not use it.

As much as i love,
all three kids of mine.
There all ganging up on me,
But these walls i will not climb.

It's three against one,
and that's not really fair.
I'm waiting for the day,
when i get my first grey hair.

16/11/2015

Copyright © hayley webb-myers | Year Posted 2016