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A Bottle Of Red

Slipping down inside a crystal chandelier 
red rouge cheeks running on through
breathe  as visions settle in my mind
you're just a little bit of nutty 
with an apricot perfume
quite exceptional  I do say
a kindred spirit bouquet

Teasing along the tip of my palate 
caramel gaze of grandeur glows
as you kiss my parched lips away
partaking a perfect compliment 
in every simple way
sparkles spill in anticipation
topping off a pleasant kind of day


Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017

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In summer my garden comes alive
as graceful butterflies make it home.
Peacocks with vivid colours flit
from blossom to blossom

Busily working gathering nectar
pollinating as they go on to next
flower. All so pretty I love them all
visiting my climbing rambling roses.

Red Admirals, Swallow tails and monarchs
adding swathes of brilliant colour
chased by Skippers and Orange tips
as each one vies for one more bloom.

While Gatekeepers and Clouded Yellows
delicately sip from my hibiscus.
A cloud of Fritillary's descend on stocks
and Painted Ladies mock the sweet peas.

A drone of bumble bees sets the tune
for Tortoiseshells to dance to.
Purple Emperors set the scene
as they visit my asters and begonia's.

Ah! sweet summer flowers, all
are kissed by Comma's  and Coppers
bringing my garden to life
with joy as they all busily work

written 08/12/2015
contest Skat's  Butterflies

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2015

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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 

Copyright © Christina McCullouch | Year Posted 2013

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Hey, Butterfly, Butterfly

Hey! butterfly! butterfly! 
Wait for me, 
And tell me of your dreams.

Have you danced with fairies gay
And found your love and life? 
Have you sipped the sweetest gold
And rest on  the coloured beds? 

Hey, butterfly, butterfly
Come on me,
And sing me your finest song.

Have you heard the music,
The music of all that is? 
Have you seen the unseeable tones, 
And swam in the seas scent? 

Hey, butterfly, butterfly
Rest on me
And tell me what you be.  

Have you danced with blossoms 
And laid your babes to hatch? 
A fluttered dream of worms long dead
The hope of better things to come.

Hey, butterfly, butterfly
Leave me not
But tell, 
What do dreams, dream of? 
Of worms? of God? 
Or  Both? 

Copyright © Ryan Farmer | Year Posted 2013

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The Cocoon.
 The Inner woman was a myth in eyes of the oppressed
 Limited to one
 To one that gives her life
 The layers of her thoughts lay dipped in his hands
 Controlling the pieces of what was hers and what was his
 She was kept a secret
 Making her beauty lay diminished in his arms of trust and deceit, 
 Her Wings clipped 
 Her Ambition sorrowed
 Her Spirit locked
 The Butterfly's land was 
 Complete, with unchallenged control
 The oppressor dominates all,

She came into this world unknown, 
 She looks to the sky, for the infinite dream, 
 her guide is heart, the trust of her pride,
 Looking for a way 
 To bring happiness to herself, in all ways possible
 She's lost in the eyes of what beauty of isn't 

Consumed by the walls that have for shaken , moved and grown her
 Little did she know, she was growing power through slumber.

Underneath the blossoming flowers and the sweet nectar breeze, laid the beauty of divinity. 
 The flare of her voice
 The span of her wings
 The beauty she had within her
 Is the greatest joy, that was brought upon this earth. 
 We lay and wait, to watch the Cocoon unfold,

This Is a war that our Little Butterfly is going in on her own,
 She may stumble, she may fall
 She will fight the oppressor in all
 Her wings dented,
 Her Spirit unsure of,
 She is it still our Little Butterfly. 

Copyright © Taylor Cathey | Year Posted 2015

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The butterfly went to a party last night all through the evening. It was the drunken butterfly and he saw all different butterflies through the night at the party. Both of them were drunk in front of the butterfly that evening. He woke up the next morning and he didn't remember who gave him drinks. It was different butterflies passing for everyone at the party. His friend found out that there was another butterfly drunk that evening. After that night, one was over and he began to face it with. One of the drunk butterfly at that evening. When he went up to all the butterfly were drunk at the party. Then that night, he went home to get straight from that night all day. Then he looked back to the party to find out who gave him drinks that evening.

Copyright © Frances Roberts | Year Posted 2013

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Loneliness and sadness
Are my constant shadows.
My unsolicited friends.
They keep me company
In times when no one seems to understand.
They chose me to be their companion.
But, in retrospect, did I choose them?
I always wonder.

Over the years,
I tried to secure 
     my joys
        my happiness
           my fulfillment
               my pleasure
                    even my blissful dreams.
But, I guess, 
I've been unsuccessful.
I have to agree to the terms.
This alone seems clear to me.

Resigned is myself now.
Bound to solitude.
Welcoming no one but silence.
A complementary trio.
The mind thinks of solitude
While the heart sings of silence.
Life is a dull mystery.

But, still, I care to tell
a small portion of what life is.
So, I call to them.
This mysterious loneliness,
That strange sadness,
They want to be heard.
     they hesitate.
A nod towards shame.
And, so
they curl up
like some caterpillar 
     taking refuge
          a dark cocoon.       
They breathe. 
They live. 
They thrive.
They become.
Like in some forest,
   carefully hidden.
The beauty is silenced;
                        confined within. 

Copyright © Wendy Meyer | Year Posted 2013

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The Butterfly's Ballad And I

I get a glimpse of you A soft hue of light lavender rising in my dawn Gliding fervently in a sun-kissed breeze. An ephemeral bliss enchanting the depths of these caramel eyes. Your purple wings flaunt in whimsical ballad Sprinkling evanescent dew across the embers of my heart. And I feel them ,silk fluorescent flutters tickling my bare shoulder Chasing the back of my neck Teasing in wistful wonder. My blushed smile preserves the moment of each tender touch across the ivory of my cheek It preserves the moment of fervent kisses fading in ethereal bliss. An unspoiled warmth A playful brush moving along hazel cascading hair. My heart captures the seconds before those iridescent wings fly high in sheer splendour to crimson blossoms which bloom Which sway,which bleed their rose Which wrap their stems around my feet Around my hands,so I would not follow shimmering dust on promised paths of rainbow's pastels. So I would not find the faraway land. Yet,here I am,on autumn's carpet I mark my footprints. Yet ,Here I come ,so close to you Surrounded by serene calm beauty Waltzing with the most unique butterfly The one I love ,loyal and true

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2017

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Butterfly whisper

A butterfly flutters In harmonious motion In hush tones It whispers Yarning the secret In mellow lures With glistering gestures A tinge of speckles A lasting fluence

Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015

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Of Butterflies and Rose Bushes

Like butterflies are some I know,
Who passing, catch my eye.
They flit and flutter to and fro,
And then . . . Away they fly!

But I prefer the bush I see,
Upon which they alight
Because each year she offers me
A bright and sure delight.

The blossoms springing forth from her
Are of the sweetest hue,
A crimson red, my heart to stir,
My spirit to renew.

Winged beauties are to summer days
And pretty flowers drawn.
Despite their charming social ways,
By winter they’ll be gone.

My stalwart bush, through winds and rains,
From spring till winter's end,
Unlike the butterflies, remains,
And she is named "True Friend."

For P.D's(who is a friend to all)
for any old butterfly poem...... Poetry Contest
(I have at least five old butterfly poems and I hope
I chose one you like).

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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The Rose and the Butterfly

Oh plump pink rose from heaven
my tiny butterfly heart dances

How humble am I in this garden of delights
just to drink in your beauty!

In your presence I sigh and sit and
watch you in this June morning..

Open your virgin bud as pink as 
the blush on an angel's cheek

Your petals as soft as the kiss of evening
how sweet your fragrance - so intoxicating..

That I find it hard to balance on this leaf
as my heart grows giddy with your scent..

More enchanting than any nectar in heaven
I bow in your presence and pray to be noticed..

So I may sit near you and feel your softness
grant me a moment to alight 

So I may lie close to you and drink
in your loveliness

Before an angry breeze
tears you apart

And carries you away from me
scattered petals crying 

Floating far far away
with no trace of your existance..

Copyright © valerie bellefleur | Year Posted 2009

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WingedVamp - for contest

Winged Vamp – for contest

Hey, who’s in charge here…?
I need a serious makeover,
spent a summer eating a very…
well….green diet
put on a few ounces..
had some of “those” curves.
Been in here working
on my image, you know,
buffing it up on all levels,
a little firming up,
splash of color,
new wardrobe.
Now it is time for
my coming out party….
“Sweet Sixteen??”  No Way!!
Can’t wait that long.
Gotta break out,
spread my wings,
sashay down that winding staircase,
enrapture the garden,
enhance the beauty of the flowers,
tease them with my love,
make even the roses blush.
Leave but the scent of my wings
wafting over their petals,
a dewy tear on their cheeks
for I am as fickle
as the winds I surf
as frail as my fluttering

John G. Lawless

for SKAT’s Butterflies Among Us – Poetry Contest

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

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The petals swayed in the wind
A butterfly with a purpose of direction landed
Flapping his wings
At the petals dripping with nectar
He suckled the dews
Without paying any dues
And flew away.


Copyright © Tony Adah | Year Posted 2017

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Butterfly, your beauty shifted persuasively
no one dares to paraphrase your mystery
your rebirth is your unspoken myth
you are the beauty that is left behind

your body is vulnerable
with wings as delicate as snowflakes
you get lonely in this weird yet wonderful world
in no doubt, you are not the only one

it is so lovely to see
in this fairy tale, you are the real Cinderella
others used to disgust on what you looked like
but underneath your blurry mask, your charisma is a mind-blowing

butterfly, don't reach the sky too high...
or you may fall and lose your charm
butterfly, don't just come to say goodbye
your beauty is a gift in this world of harm

please stay for a while
released us from heartache and worry
then you can just passed us by

Copyright © Mony Reyna | Year Posted 2009

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An inchworm has measured another May now descends into June's cocoon to emerge as butterfly July Fire crimson and emerald born from an ashen sky

Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017

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The Hobo Butterfly

I've been worried lately.

I cry inside, and my smile 
is just above the surface of
my lips.

Often I'm afraid someone 
may see that it isn't always
the genuine smile I claim it 
to be.

I don't see me; accomplished, 
I don't see failure either.

I see someone who is 

With seemingly no way to
scramble out. 
To wriggle free, and spread 
her wings....
As if emerging from inside of
a coccoon. 
A butterfly, transformed
from that of a lowly caterpillar.
Yet still afraid to fly, but longing
to soak up the wind blowing upon
her fragile newborn wings.

I wish sometimes I were a hobo.

Where my only worry would be
when I could hop the next train;
destination unknown.

No distractions.
No worries.

Just me and the train.

Nothing but the roar of the 
wheels humming against the track.
Vibrations coming through the steel 
of the rail car, into the pit of my being.

My bones rumbling.
My core trembling.
My soul shaken.
My heart, mending.

My wings finally, 

When that train stops:
(I will)
Fly away free.

Copyright © Julia Hill | Year Posted 2007

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I’m the one in which,
The most colourful life stays,
I’m a precious gift of god,
An’ I do my work in my own ways.

I’m the one, who’s,
Present in the whole Earth,
An’ in me the first little child,
Has taken birth.

I’m a trees an’ flowers’ chain,
An’ in me they smile,
An’ that beautiful flowering chain,
Is made by the glittering rain.

In me, millions of creatures smile,
Listing from the animals,
Rabbits, insects an’ deer,
Lions, tigers an’ bear.

An’ in my sky so blue,
The birds fly high,
From the open, appalling frigate birds,
To the small ones who’re shy.

An’ in the world of ocean,
There’s amazing marine life,
There’re whales, sharks an’ insects,
Also mollusks an’ crustaceans.

There’s only one pinnacle of ours,
That’s love or endearment,
An’ we’re always ready to give it to you,
Even after your bad treatment.

An old man’s hair turns white,
I’m also growing old,
And this is because of your behaviour,
That is cruel, hard and tight.

When you ask about my mystery,
With a smile, I hide,
Left to only those ones,
Who fathom my world of space an’ tides.

I’m the only one,
To whom you’re menacing,
I don’t know why,
You don’t love to see my world dancing.

I wish in my beautiful world, 
You don’t harm a single creature,
Save your threatened friend, 
That’s the god’s Nature.

Copyright © Harshita Chaudhary | Year Posted 2017

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Why can't we live free

I’m a tiger you can see,
With colour yellow like a honey bee,
And you’re happy as you’re free,
So why can’t we too live free?

You keep us in the zoos or all our lives,
Away from our children an’ away from our wives,
And I’m speaking on the behalf of all the animals,
That why can’t we live free?

You take elephants’ ivories and bees’ honey,
All just because you need money,
Don’t you know that someday you’ll have to leave it?
So why can’t we live free?

Don’t you know that we provide you food?
Hoping that you’ll become good,
The bees help in the process of pollination,
So why can’t we live free?

You eat the fishes for your taste,
And those animals who are useless to you,
You consider them waste.
Why can’t we live free?

Sense my fear by looking in my golden eyes,
You’re given heart for good things,
And you’re also wise,
So why can’t we live free?

You also give birds the pain,
Don’t you like to see the birds happy?
Like the happy peacocks dance in the rain,
So why can’t we live free?

For us you’re like a spook,
We become very much scared,
When, in your eyes, we look,
Why can’t we live free?

Please don’t let us live in fear,
You can simply call us dear,
We’ll try not to harm you until you tease us,
Why can’t we live free?

We also have the right to live on this earth,
From the time of our birth,
Till the time of our death,
Why can’t we live free?

We also want to live free,
Among the trees,
Please don’t destroy our forests,
We want to live free.

Copyright © Harshita Chaudhary | Year Posted 2017