Heaven Butterfly Poems

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Details | Free verse |
Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing 
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when 
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths 
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile 
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms 
And for a moment I'm lost 
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love 
And there you are - holding it 
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then - 
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013

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 |
She arrived on the wings of a butterfly
But left with wings of an angel, soaring ever so high
She’s found heavens glory in which to dwell
I know that she is with love and doing well

Her laughter still floats on a summer breeze
My tears still fall with rain
And butterflies still flutter with delicate ease
Where flowers bloom and happiness reigns

She held my hand, running through the fields
Brought me safety with her protective shields
Then called me often crying out to me
When I was restricted from her, not allowed to see

But, she left with wings of an angel
To a far better place than here
Her memory is my cherished souvenir 
Bright light shines on her, where she has no fear

Heidi Sands and Joseph May
* Joseph, I am so happy you were inspired by the song A Promise.  It has been a pleasure to work with you again :) Thank you.

Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |
Dawn arose
The mule yawned 
We both in slumber
Marched towards the water well
Miles away, under suns torment
The mule knew his drink was near
I knew the labor was only half done
As was the mule
We trekked back home
My family now has one more day
I took siesta
Before the fields enslaved me
Now at dusk
I pray 
Fatigued I gaze at the constellations
Hopeful and fearful
Of another dawn

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ballade |
                 Wave a sea softened
                  and a pain and a tenderness
                   throw dreams in fascination
                   of the blue.
                   And let shave the waves of
                   Your eternity , oh, weigh
                    above me,
                    oh,weigh a  coast of years.
                    Carry far in azure, spiral
                    with bulging little abdomens,
                    flutter with mahagony pinions
                    and already in vain  expect you
                    to stop the scales harbours 
                    with hot flames for You are
                    Far away, far away ,far away,
                    stretched string,
                    heart and frank await the 
                    hymn of June.
                    All sea sisters are dressed in
                    mother-of-pearl garment
                    embroidered of kiss of 
                    In the morning hunts them
                    fishermen and revive with
                    breath of their man’s hands.
                    In the evening girls wash 
                    their black tunics,
                    in their blue hearts,
                    their feet white ,who cadge
                    heavy chains.
                    The night is squeezed enigma
                    and ugly,
                    predatory like a bat pecking
                    of scarlet fig.
                    Sea sisters, sea sisters,
                    remember His steps 
                    which go through you noiselessly,
                  and ou swing like
                  bloody wine-
                 hold in His fingers Herod,
                 Pilate washes his hands,
                in Yours heirs
               and they bristled like winter
               icicles bristles of innoncent blood .
               There at Golgotha 
                hearing terrible cry,
                blood gushes like
               wounded river disappear
               like Easter roses,
              in weeds of flushed 
     preditory crowd,
     to open way of
     Who is He?
     Do you heard 
     His name ?
     He is Messiah,
     God’s anoited
      Jesus Christ.
      Like little sheeps,
      clouds of candy floss,
      they welcome festivaly.
       Barefooted are feet 
      of lovely swarthy steps
     of the sun, came to bow,
      before You , Creator.
      The sea throws his 
       magnificent silver flesh,
      blue like heavently lace,
       to swallow all stars 
       only Bethlehem’s
      stays inextinguishable,
       pretty like uncreated
      like an apple of not 
      born girl.      

Copyright © Nina Mindova | Year Posted 2012

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 

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 | Couplet |
Today a butterfly
fluttered through the sky.

Swooping, drawing near,
floating close enough to hear,

the wish whispered softly,
through teardrops a little salty.

It landed on the little nose
and heard the giggle as it goes.

To the heavens it soared up high,
releasing the wish on a little sigh.

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Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2015

Details | Monoku |

 lavender stars - blue wings on high disperse heaven's light   

for PD's In One Line Contest, 2/21/16
(what I see)

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2016

Details | Epigram |

Oh my soul, 

You, divine chrysalis of heavens, 

Stop fighting to break out of the 

Cocoon called life


It is not the prison you think it is


The plane of your temporal existence,


To teach you, of how to become 

A butterfly


Your aspired flight of immortality to


© Demetrios Trifiatis
      26 January 2016

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2016

Details | Concrete |
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 | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
A feeling that I knew too well;
With every word you spoke I fell-
Falling deeper into the bliss;
Longing for your every kiss.

Without you here my heart grows fonder;
Around the park I start to wander-
And think about how you make me feel-
The longing starting to become surreal.

Giving meaning to my life,
You lift me up from pain and strife.
I thought it was a feeling that I knew-
But with your guidance the passion grew.

Spiraling up with every touch-
Never wanting to leave your clutch. 
Waiting for your familiar glance-
Missing you with every chance. 

Copyright © Alyssa Waters | Year Posted 2013

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 | Light Poetry |

Now I know you are a heaven sent,
You have been with me,
All these past year,
Without me lending you an ear.

You are a heaven sent,
Cos you keep me strong,
Whenever the road is too long,
And also when I go wrong.

You are a heaven sent,
Cos whenever I'm tired of life,
You deliver me from my strife.
Now i know you can be a wife.

You are heaven sent,
That is why I will never again,
Feel anything call pain,
Or any type of strain.

Copyright © MARVIN UGORJI | Year Posted 2016

Details | Pantoum |

In the garden of Eden
There is no sorrow and cries
I am the pretty kitten
Playing with blue butterflies

There is no sorrow and cries
Here, Love blooms in every ground
Playing with blue butterflies
Only caress can be found

Here, Love blooms in every ground
Butterflies flutter and play
Only caress can be found
I sleep on the grass or hay

Butterflies flutter and play
My paws do not hurt any
I sleep on the grass or hay
I like to play with many

My paws do not hurt any
I am the pretty kitten
I like to play with many
In the garden of Eden


7 syllables per line

Copyright © Anindya Mohan Tagore | Year Posted 2016

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 | Year Posted 2013

Details | Classicism |
The shadows over take my mind at times

but your love stands so true for me

it takes care of the pain I feel

but when the shadows call it seems so loud

when your soft whisper is covered by clouds

Why so faint is Thy voice for me

did I fall to hard inside this hole

Do the clouds stand so close for a reason

let me out of this season of darkness

let me hold Thy hand inside mine

keep me warm and fill my heart

I love the way you touch my face

when the tears fall and you open your warm Embrace

Your truth is all I need to live

a true life for all to see

your hand and love guiding me

But I can't walk this road alone

I need to hear your voice inside

I need your touch so very much

I see the pain and feel it to

I need your love to lift the blue's

Take me now and use my life

Help me Lord, to escape the strife.

Written By:©Betty Bolden

Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
We softly whisper to each other in our cocooned womb of ours,
      wishing for the world to see our colorful souls to emerge.
The calling, the urgency so great to break free
     as we wrap our beautifully colorful wings around each other
          hoping for one day to be set free.
Soon it will be time for us to fly because we are so needed
Down below we'll leave our essence of our wings of change
        for all to see.
We know it's not understandable just yet but the Great Creator
        above took our wings and blew His breath so we can fly high
             like the Eagles in the sky.
We now are the Beautiful Butterfly Angels dancing across the 
       four winds.
We will flutter around from here to there smiling down upon you
       with such amazing grace, while our wings lightly touch so tenderly
             upon your hand.
We are never far from you Mama, We are in the morning dew you see on a leaf,
     we are dancing from flower petal to flower petal giggling along the way,
         we are in the morning sunrise you see as the birds sing their lovely chorus
             to you, we are the love that we felt the whole time through.
We Are Your Beautiful Butterfly Angels For Evermore.

Copyright © Angela Roark | Year Posted 2015

Details | Terza Rima |
The heart dances over a moon
milky satin white smiles turn to sunshine 
rings all shades of crimson spills out tunes

Embroidered golden harp whispers 
inside lace waves kissing warmly caress 
waltzing within a butterfly's crowning

Before the eyes colours of heaven 
catches the breath, breathless sigh 
holding you an angel to my soul

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
When we go to heaven will you dance with me

will you finally see the shelter you provided

the love you showed for me in time

your hand in mine so freely wide

When we go to heaven will we walk along the sea

hand in hand you and me

Will we see Jesus together and feel free

so close to Him you and me

When we go to heaven can we walk the streets of gold

He paved for us

I see the time in my mind so clear

us walking side by side

so free and so near

I will look for you one day above

when we go to heaven we'll be free

you, and me and Jesus,

Us Three...

Written by://©Betty Bolden


All Poems are copyright!

Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
butterfly river
flows through the woods angels greet
god creates heaven

haiku 11 19 2014 haiku/nature category:angel, butterfly, god,                                    heaven, nature, river
©rajat kanti chakrabarty

Copyright © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY | Year Posted 2014

Details | Monoku |
I will allow the beauty of the butterflies teach my soul to fly in Heaven's garden.

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2017

Details | Tanka |
Flying up so high Beaming with a life so proud Breathtaking colors After reaching the bright stars She falls like a streak, down…down The life so fragile Lost in the suffocating air She lost the battle And fell, day’s worth of climbing Gone within a moment’s time… To butterfly heaven
Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Sovereign spirits brings mystical skies
 Calmat labyrinth gifts from mother earth
 Unrealizable equations of angels quest
 Monarchs of each canyon in the soul
Thrilling plight enduring symbols offerings
 Exploring as the master of the sky
 Presence of a testament of inspirations
 Apparitions often shall reappear, Brighter blessings
Chasm comes alive,suddenly awakens lifecycle
 Mortals truths brings each heavens realm
 A parallels of time reflects the veil
 Precision of each souls clock

Copyright © Deborah shepard | Year Posted 2012

Details | ABC |
Butterfly whispers as the cool rains settles upon me..

There is a serenity within my heart, that speaks of love by a winters fire.
A luminous light will see me through, in all the memories I have of you.

Words of comfort envelope my soul, with a lingering kiss from the heavens aglow.You're the gentle touch who carries my pains, You're my illustrious feelings, my singing in the rains.

And if we should seek in times afar, I know I shall find you among the stars.
For you are the butterfly who whispers my name; who has given my life a beautiful dream..~Copyright 2010~Cyn Sadler

Copyright © Cyn Sadler | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
What if the tears you think you're crying for yourself
You're truly crying for someone else on the other side of the world
If the weight you feel like you're carrying on your shoulder
Is truly that of another side of the universe
What if the unshakable hope you possess
Is so unshakable because it must compensate for another's hopelessness
If the burden you think you are is truly someone else's unwillingness
To care more about those before them
What if the distrust you carry is another's unresolved trauma
What if when you think you're talking to yourself
The universe is not only listening but already prepared a response
What if the desire for perfection is simply because it remains elusive
If when you say you hate someone, you're truly saying you hate yourself
What if all your worry is for nothing because a solution has already reached you
If when you thought no one cared, the entire world was trying to reach you
What if when you thought you had been left in the dark, secretly the light was peeking
And if just when you thought all was lost, a new all found you
If when it seemed everything had ended, it was truly a new beginning 

Copyright © Janessa Robinson | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
An angel winged in music notes
High and low
Black and white videos
Spotted me from afar
In another cosmic time zone
Strung my heartstrings
Back and forth
When I didn't even know
To some it may have seemed wrong
What he wrote
But his voice bloomed me from concrete
From dust his words wrote me up
Only an angel could do such a thing
To see in me things I never even knew
When I never prayed
He still listened
His eyes always found a way
To grace my presence
In love and protection.

April 8, 2017

Copyright © Janessa Robinson | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
one  seventh heaven fantasy of this middle aged hetero
sexual mwm would be  to take the playbook of the late 
(recently deceased) Hugh Hefner. Said reverie constitutes 
servicing a gamut of women, whose plethora in numbers 
constitutes insatiable sexual propensity sans propinquity 
perp hussy.

despite mine middle aged (baby boomer) mwm base line 
balled (though non bald) sans truth, isle be quite Ernest 
and frank to state boldly, how thine bass concupiscence 
trumps ambience, dalliance, essence, fragrance, generates 
hefty indulgence (je nais se quois) juice kissing libidinal 
makeup nursing omnipresent phallic quintessential reverent 
seduction triggers unflaggingly (leaving me starry eyed for 

stripes sakes) vision watering x2c (to the x power of infinity) 
yielding zesty adulterous blessed coital consummation, 
delicious expeditious fulfillment, generous gentle hormonal 
insouciance, judiciously kneading lusciously marvelous 
natural occurring pleasance, quiescent radiance, rousing 
somnambulant threnody ushers victorious waltzing X-rated 
yearning zeal to take a page from the playbook of the very 
recently deceased Hugh Hefner housed within the PlayBoy 
mansion. Game gamines gestalt gifted gonads, gopher 

Copyright © MATTHEW harris | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
Bosoms of our forefathers 
Lies ahead of us 
Awaiting thee to take 
The right path unto them 
So their pride can glow in us 
When we are with them 
Where days glows 
Into Eternity. 


Copyright © Olumuyiwa Onaf | Year Posted 2017

Details | Couplet |
Pic pocket 

In a crowd I walk in a search 
In a rain I made a house of sand 
In a sea I made a ship  
In a street I have a view of sing 
Din dong like the butterfly 
In a mind I wish my readers to 
Pick pocket my heart 

With love all 
Jagdish bajantri

Copyright © jagdish bajantri | Year Posted 2017