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Details | Free verse |

Broken Butterfly Wings

Broken Butterfly Wings
Empty playground swings
tear filled, wide-eyed
Infants sigh
a choking stolen 
silence fills my being
as my love walks away
from me
I see everything wrong
with the world
once more

Copyright © Heather Hill | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

Shade of Ulysses Butterfly

Her head tilted back towards the darkened clouds,

Mocha curls rests on shoulder blades,

Lids shut tight hiding emerald eyes shedding crystals,

Water rushed from the grey sky,

Shades of ulysses butterfly flooded over flesh,

The drops pierced her tender pores,

Seeping under her pale skin,

Merging with her spirit as one,

Then remained.

Copyright © mourning mist | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

Tainted Butterfly

This is my life, don't you see Pure jealousy has taken over me My wings clipped and my neck broken The demon inside of me has awoken You left me heart and soul for the last time Your words spoken as I caused the true crime My body dies down and the cold breaks me down Once upon my head, now on the ground a shattered crown My lungs seize to take in more air But i tell myself... he doesn't care... I take my last breath and close my eyes My heart says goodbye to the mournful cries They all stand around and look down at me there Some say I deserved it, some say is was unfair An untimely death was one I was destined to behold But this death was certainly... the most utterly cold Hand placed upon my chest and my body dressed all in black The memories of my in their hearts begin to lack Lowered below the ground my body is taken Never again for the butterfly to awaken

Copyright © Christine Jensen | Year Posted 2010

Details | Sijo |

The Dancing Sijo Butterfly

The aching wings of the butterfly did quiver delicately.
How with such immortal beauty do you escape my grasp?
Alas my sordid fingers could never uphold such grace.

Copyright © Joshua Zack | Year Posted 2011

Details | Haiku |

Haiku 5 - mournful cries, way of nature, flight into eternity

mournful cries fill the air
mother bird calling for its baby
eaten by the cat

mantis catches butterfly
I am sad: yet, that is 
the way of nature

loud feathered thud
- flight into eternity
deceptive glass pane

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |

A Little Girl

Wearing rented robes and wet with tears
Tired and hungry with lifeless eyes
No shoes and no hope
None at all
Life a death sentence at this tender age
She sat on a rock, now robbed, even of her tears

A butterfly fluttered on by
Wings so golden, shining in the suns rays
She came to rest on the little girls arm
Looking up the butterfly saw the lost soul within
Spreading her wings, she danced in the air, saying
“Little one with a smile hidden deep
Do not fret, God is near”

The little girl, with no hope, raped of her happiness
Her heart bombed long ago
Gave a faint smile
She twirled once, her last dance before tumbling of hunger
Fainting to the ground while spiraling to the sky
Such is the sad moment upon this earth
As the butterfly took her up to heaven

I saw a photo of a girl, alone amongst the ruins of bombed Syria, the image made you
want to reach out and save this poor soul. I have a sadness that I could not. I had no
 idea how to  express this, until a butterfly whispered in my ear.

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

Details | Concrete |

A Heart Lost and not Found


                                         This                                        heart
                                     is missing.                              Lost long ago.
                                   I cautioned it                          many times not
                                 to fall in love again                and again. but it never
                               listened to me.And fell            in  love  time and  again.
                           You know it is such a heart.    It weeps an ocean in sorrow.
                           It loves a lot.Like the vast blue sky above.Always spreading
                            its wings over the earth as if giving a shade.And expecting 
                            nothing in return.A childish heart is this.Seeing a rainbow 
                               in a rain drenched afternoon takes it to a wonderland 
                                 beyond this blue sky.And a butterfly always attract
                                   it like  a child.And it runs after that butterfly to
                                       catch it.Still in its dream it catches fireflies.
                                            And remember it can mingle with any
                                              heart.So check yours.If it is there
                                                    handle with care.For it is
                                                         very fragile.Fragile 
                                                              like a glass.

By:kash poet

Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 2012

Details | Tanka |

Where now a Butterfly Sits

In innocent lie Amidst the lightening dew Poppies in mourning She unknown, taken at will Where now a butterfly sits .

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Personification |


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

Details | Carpe Diem |


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 | Haibun |

Butterfly in my hand

Janmashtami, is an annual celebration of the birth of the Hindu deity Krisna, the eighth avatar of Vishnu. A baby boy took birth on the same day, let's see what happens ... Butterfly in my hand ( Avant-garde Haibun) A star fell apart from the rain bathed monsoon sky - Janmashtami night I was born with a butterfly in my hand. A few croaking frogs and chirping crickets were the witnesses. My parents named me after the Lord - "Krishna". I used to play with the flying colours of rainbow. A pair of dreamy eyes was my sole belonging. Now, my little angelic hands break coals, wash dishes and your cars, serve platters. My world is restricted to the periphery of a Dhaba. Your hypocrisy - enslaved your God and your shame renamed me " Chhotu" Don't need your pity; Give me back my lost childhood and the butterfly ... Dhaba : Roadside open restaurant / eatery. Chhotu : little boy For contest : My favourite forms - Haibun or Sonnet

Copyright © Anindya Mohan Tagore | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative |

Mr Spider and Ms Butterfly

Mr. Spider is an ugly looking creature. He has a hairy face and arms. However, the hairs on the top of his head are somewhat thinner than those on his face, and scattered all over here and there. His hairs looked dark, rough, and stiff, but those hairs in his beard, which covered on his broad and flat face, were grayish white. Mr. Spider has a pair of sharply pointed claws on the end of his thin clumsy-looking finger.  Moreover, he has hiding his sharp and crooked teeth behind his bushy beard. His two big, dark, and atrocious eyes never blink or move but fixed on one spot from behind the shadow where he was squatting down.

Ms Butterfly is an elegant high socialite. She always wears the colorful robe. She glides and dances in the air as if she were a piece of gorgeous floating corolla. She didn’t eat any solid food. She flies in the air and stops on one flower bloom to the other for delicacy of sweet nectar. She enjoys it, for it keeps her in good shape and enables her to maintain her coquettish figure forever. Ms Butterfly, however, 
is an arrogant and selfish lady. She never considers the feeling of the others. She acted only for her own good, yet she was a just simple lady.

It was a sunny afternoon in early spring when Mr. Spider caught Ms Butterfly in his cobweb. When Mr. Spider saw her in his cobweb, he didn’t wait a moment. He dashed toward his prisoner. However, when he came close enough to grab her with his hands, he refrained from catching her, because he saw her helpless slender body trembling in the gorgeous robe, and her beautiful but fearful eyes, asking him 
for mercy.  

Since then, Mr. Spider has never left his cobweb. With his fascinating eyes, he has followed and stared at elegant Ms Butterfly from a distance, while comparing his ugliness with a gargoyle and thinking of his cursed life, as if he were Quasimodo on the bell tower of Notre-Dam, watching and admiring tenderhearted, naïve, and lonely Esmeralda.

[Although Ms Butterfly was not deserve for Mr. Spider’s pure and wholehearted admiration because of her frivolous, flighty, and insincere personality.]

Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The Butterfly

Feeling grounded, weighted down. The world’s upon my shoulders.
Feel my footing loosing grip, I’m covered up in boulders.
The suffocating pain of life is almost too much to bear;
I’d leave this world of suffering but for the ones that care.

I’ve lost myself inside this storm. The winds are whirling round.
I feel so lost and cast-away. I’m sure I’ll not be found. 
Lacking Love, a heart neglected, it’s a dark and lonely place. 
I seek some light in this dark tunnel; looking for some grace. 

My youthfulness is fading. My hope is growing dimmer. 
I search the sky for one small star to wish upon that shimmers. 
My world is crumbling down around; inside I feel I’m dying.
I find it hard to leave my bed because I’m always crying. 

I seek security in life; to find the Promised Land.
I remember Happiness is a choice that is within my hand.
And like a butterfly slowing leaving the cocoon. 
I realize I can find myself; I can change just like the moon. 

Slowly, the layers peeling back, my wings begin to show.
The world is feeling lighter; the winds no longer blow.
The boulders crashing down are gone, I feel renewed and fearless.
The pain it’s gone; taken away, by love, hope and forgiveness. 

Smiles have replaced the tears, my life has renewed hope.
The colors of my wings they shine; with all things I can cope.
I learned to be the butterfly; my life could rearrange.
All I had to do was from the caterpillar change.

Copyright © Jenny Siaba | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

The Butterfly Effect

I wish the butterfly effect
Could ever work for me,
I'd like to see the life I wrecked,
The person I could be. 

I'd be much wiser, change my mind
And play the magic chess,
I'd live the days I left behind
Another way, I guess.

I would erase my past mistakes...
Or make them even worse?
I'd just forget how much it aches
And never feel remorse.

What if..? What could it all have been?
The answer is unknown.
I see the pictures on the screen
My swollen mind has drawn. 

I'm suffocated by regret,
This life's not truly mine,
I'd fall asleep and just forget,
Dissolve it all in wine.

I'd write a letter to the past,
Replay the fatal game.
But it's too late... I'll live at last,
I'll get my luck and fame.

Copyright © Ria April Avalon | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

Dream Liberty -- Butterfly Effect

Butterflies quietly fluttering In my soul Transforming my life Morphing into something so unreal So Different, silently beautiful So hidden and lost A fire dances on my pale iced face Lively prancing as each sheds more light The embers glow in your singed shadow Was this eternity meant to last forever? I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty Punishing the dead Can you never let anything go Is it all to hard to see That your bias takes you on a blinded delusion Where all they plunder is hate Terror is a virtue When becoming a king So cut off the strings of my life With your power And you will see the strength of the dream of Liberty I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

Details | Blank verse |

The Butterfly

There was once a 
Trapped in a jar of 

The beautiful creature
And felt so horribly

She longed to be flying
But the jar was tightly

The caterpillars were very
And they all called her

The wing dust brushed
And the butterfly began to

Copyright © Karlin K. Jensen | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Lonely Winter

Down to moments of happiness
far away from the daily overdose
of continual joy barely broken 
by instances of sadness
that yesterday held

Copyright © Ijm seven | Year Posted 2016

Details | Enclosed Rhyme |

She Dances With the Butterflies

She dances with the butterflies,
She is one with nature
For it she will always nurture
And during the winter she cries

But when the first bud
Blooms out of the stem, alive
She will always strive
To save it from the mud

That covers all of this
World in its dirt, its grime
For it should be a crime
To make the world how it is.

Copyright © Ashley Hensley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

nagauta,long song Butterfly

little green dragon                                                                                                     sprouts emperor’s wings she lights                                                                            tastes red plum nectar                                                                                           _family hopes among  trees                                                                                          monarch blown from seas                                                                                           one love will never be still                                                                                                dancing rhythm meet                                                                                            _erratic dance but on course                                                                                  destiny sea blown                                                                                                         alone sun's daughter she flies                                                                                        wisteria’s home                                                                                                    _cherry blossoms roam wild rose                                                                                   fawns run firefly hides                                                                                                  sparrow plucks delicate wings                                                                                    sunflower escapes                                                                                                      _to moon flower clearing skies                                                                                      monarch gone sparrow                                                                                                sighs apples ripe the winter                                                                                         the flowers are gone                                                                                          _Madame butterfly hides child                                               - * Note - based on Madame Butterfly" is a short story by American lawyer and writer John Luther Long

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014

Details | Classicism |



(Mosaic Butterflies)

Behold! Sunny spots sprayed on
Filigreed ebony wings 
Encaged in 
A golden frame.
An artistic delight!
Didst the cruel hands
That caught 
The sacrifical victims's soul
Not get painted 
With Psyche's
Multi coloured hues? 
Thou dainty aery winged breath
I doth know thou flappest
Thy beauteous wings 
Restlessly fluttering  from one 
Radiant bloom to another
Sighing but for the
Sweet nectar of 
Thy amorous Eros.
But hark! Appease thy
Love lorn passion for
Bountiful honey yet
Shut thine eyes to
The beauty of flowers 
They not be thy Amor
Who sleeps in 
The deepest of slumbers
Ignorant of his Psyche
Being wafted into beguiling hands
For mortals to enkindle 
Her peerless beauty
To be mounted on
Mosaic beds for museums.

Balveen Cheema
August 12, 2015

Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |


It was on the beat of butterfly wings, 
We became torn (micro-emotion fibers worn), 
Like pages from a discarded journal, 
Always said we knew what we were doing, 
Until all that we did was done, 
I thought that we grew yet 
I'm still just a caterpillar waiting to cocoon, 
But I don't know how to do it (it was supposed to be a natural thing), 
I hear the gentle beat of butterfly wings above me, 
Its simple life a distant disaster, 
A record of things ignored (so small, can't be my fault), 
Someone's bad karma.

Copyright © Justin Benassi | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Brushing Across The Distance

The convalescence occasionally is crushing When left and right kin struggles Not just any people, but those dear to you, You want to reach out And pull them all into your arms Only realising arms are too small and few, And they are with too many Can't alleviate, can't ameliorate. Our voices only reach so far Our ears and eyes fail As do our helpless hands. But in this mind, in these words A world is opened, for you And you And you This heart flies like a butterfly on faltering wings Soft feathers brushing across the distance The span of our vast world To diminish pain To lessen hurt *** March 14, 2017 Copyright ©Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |



How many wishes and hopes pass through a man's mind?
This is what I am thinking about while looking
into the sad face of an old man
who is motionlessly starring into the distance,
as if down there,
in the blue eye of the dreamy sea
he shall find all the answers.
And while the turquoise hands of the moon drive the shadows
into the old man's embrace,
a turquoise butterfly merrily flaps its wings
and radiates rays of light
along the dark ridges of this warm summer night
above his trembling tired head.
Perhaps this is the reason why
the old man's sad face looks up
instead of down,
why the sparkle of life still glows
in his tired eyes.
This butterfly is very young,
but his noble parentage is very old,
and that noble parentage used to spread its turquoise light
in the times of the old man's parents
and grandparents,
back in the time when hope was born
(and people say that hopes are younger than solitude).
It seems that the old man feels it,
and he raises his tired eyes whenever he hears
the harmonious sound of the butterfly's turquoise wings,
and death,
like a dark lady,
respectfully waits for its turn,
as if it took pity on the old man's boyish gaze;

How many wishes and hopes pass through a man's mind
while he helplessly sits
and waits for death?
I wonder where his thoughts are traveling now
and which soul in heaven do they touch?
His mother's soul?
His father's soul?
His brother's and sister's souls? 
Because souls are like butterflies,
crawling the earth with people,
only to eventually fly up to the sky,
perfectly free and magically bright.
All of this must be passing through the old man's thoughts
while he looks at the turquoise butterfly
in such a childish and lively manner.
Everything on him is dead,
apart from that childish gaze,
which makes his old man's thoughts so young
and so full of hope
that his soul might soon enough fly up
like his dear butterfly;

How many wishes and hopes pass through a man's mind;
yes, Lord, how many wishes and hopes are passing
my old father's mind now.
©Walter William Safar

Copyright © Walter W. Safar | Year Posted 2011

Details | Verse |


Bullet grey, the listless sky,
Wandering on with little thought
To the silent butterfly
Alighting where the world has fought

To the slight, unblinking eye
How meaningless the world and ways
Of the men who fall and die
For the ogres' power plays

So easy it is to fly away
And leave behind the ghosts of men
Perhaps return another day
When no shadow remains of the fallen

A gilted wing, a touch of air,
So gently kissed by bitter breeze
To leave behind what little care
For callous quiet of broken pleas

As memory fades and decades pass,
No-one else will come to lie
Upon the field of broken grass
But for one thoughtless butterfly.

Copyright © Marchioness Of Mock Turtles | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

A Butterfly's Tear Drop

A Butterfly’s Tear Drop In a butterfly’s tear drop I see a reflection of sorrow filled sunsets on strawberry skies Loneliness wept at the edge of a petal its fragrance now missing the look in your eyes Quivering clouds with no rain in the forecast alone from the feelings my heart does display Watching it fly upon wing shadowed silence lonely and sad since you went away

Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sonnet |

Butterfly Sonnet

Spread your wings,
Then fly away,
You're more loved,
Day after day.
You're so beautiful,
But you're also strong,
If you're caught,
It's not for that long.
You're very brave,
Even when you're afraid,
Your passionate soul,
Will never be able to fade.
So go ahead and fly,
Leave without a goodbye.

Copyright © Zach Wilkinson | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |

The Butterfly

Am I the reason why?
Did I really hurt you that much?
We fought so much, I wished you'd go away
Now I wish you would answer me

Was it because I disappointed you?
Did you despise me so much?
I wonder if you can hear me
I wonder if you’d answer if you did

I didn’t get to say I’m sorry
I hope I get the chance some day
I hope you can see this is for you
Do you ever laugh like you did?

I see you every night in my dreams
But instead of you being dead, it’s me
It’s painful when I’m there….
I hope it isn't for you

I’m so sorry for what I did
One day I hope to atone for all my sins
Sometimes I doubt I’m worth saving though
But while you play chess with God… maybe put in a good word for me?

I hope that you are happy there
Some day I hope to visit too
I’ve loved and hated you at the same time
Now I just miss you and hope you’re a star in our sky

I’m sure where you are it rains diamonds
But it was too early and it was my fault that you died
Grandfather, one day I hope to ask you for forgiveness
You’re the Butterfly I’ve been dedicated to all this time

Copyright © Truman Walls | Year Posted 2006

Details | I do not know? |

what do u call this

Once again I trip over my stupidity
Fear swallows every piece of me
As I fall back to a place in my mind
I get scared to open my eyes
Wishing and grasping for a hand to hold
The sweet sounds of music catch me
Its a wonder I am still alive 
On the inside and the outside I am hurting myself
Am I to blame or everyone else

Copyright © lysette marshall | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |

always feeling sad

always feeling sad, dont understand why.always feeling sad, i try not to cry.always feeling sad, something i could never hide.always feeling sad, i try to express myself.always feeling sad, no one around to listen to me.always feeling sad, i wanna run away.always feeling sad, fadeing away.always feeling sad, there will be another day.always feeling sad, but until then i will continue to pray.

Copyright © kendra peterkin | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |


Butterfly with angels wings
come and waste away with me
Tears of blood dripping down
ripple off the rivers gown
listen to the muffled sound
Drip, drip, drip - Drop
Tainted love 
My love affair
Sensations slowly take me there
Warm and Soothing
forbidden love
with its tainted sound
Drip, drip, drip- drop
Slowing, slowing, slowing down
My heart beat stops
My dear butterfly with angels wings
did come and flew away with me.

Copyright © Stacie Steedman | Year Posted 2006