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
Copyright © Christina McCullouch | Year Posted 2013
Hi. If you are reading this letter, then i know my wife has chosen you. This is to serve as my last writing directed to you after my death. Please note she has never read this letter. I would like to welcome you and thank you for choosing her over all the beautiful women in the world. I hardly know you but I'm willing to trust and respect your presence in her life and that you'll bring nothing but joy. Strongly i hope you feel exactly the same as she does, after all she chose to give you this letter. No one can replace our love, but that does not mean you should build a bridge between my past life with her. Do not attempt reshuffling her heart, empathy, sensitivity or replacing what i planted in her heart. Our tree of love will continue growing. Please take good care of her heart as it’s not billable.
Her tears of joy are always ready to explode. Every night has been a page in our love book. So please do not change the theme as you will be forced to adjust the ending. I so much wanted to continue writing our book but i had to off ramp my journey with her as the cancer was forcefully blocking my way. She doesn't know that. My fingerprints on her smiles never got damaged and the footsteps i wrote on her body never sounded fictional. If you look at the corner of her lips she owns no dark secrets. She gets rewarded for every risk she puts her family in. Her wheelchair has never had a flat tire, but if it does please contact bible services on psalm they fix everything.
What i noticed is that she loved checking up the Christianity call centres within the bible phone book. The numbers will never change, only agents do so keep encouraging her to make calls. She used to randomly open the book and choose a page with her eyes closed. Even though she sometimes looked lost she always found the right pages. I hope it’s not too much to ask, but please allow her to visit on our birthday and that's every three days before the New Year. That is the only time i could turn to the other side on my grave. Plus the funeral cover promised us non of its pillows in my coffin. Do not make yes an answer to every call made by my parents. We owe them nothing, infect i haven’t spoken to them in ten years.
With all that said she will blow your mind if you let her.
Copyright © Raymond Ngomane | Year Posted 2013
the morning dew
it securely placed out
and the grand ol oak
A jingle can be heard form the distance
Then there appeared a winged creature
A fairy of sorts
the large mounted wings upon her back
Her purple eyes stare into the distance
her wings fluttered rapidly
towards the skies
then she suddenly stopped
Her pale white hands grab and fiddle within her parcel
She closes her purple eyes
And whispers a prayer under her breath
Her hand then throws a unknown
Towards the mornings dew….
That’s securely placed out
and the grand ol oak
The earth began to tremble
Then appeared a dome of an ivied structure
The fairies face it uplifted into a smile
She whispered under her breath
my new home….
within the morning dew
Copyright © Fullmoon Sway | Year Posted 2016
poets sharing writes ~
why the mean hurtful words?
wants to share thoughts ~
why crush my sweet beauty?
so I ask you
knowing the ugly ~
why does beauty still soar?
July 1, 2015
Questionku (3 lines, 4/5/6 - last line question)
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015
The sharp scratch on paper of pen and ink,
Alluring like the old feathery quills,
That call’s the writer’s mind to gently think,
As on Earth the inconsistent moon spills.
There softly fluttering wings echo around,
Repeating the whispers of ancient twilight,
The writer recalls another lost sound,
Once heard long ago on a summer’s night.
The velvet wings that shone of arcane blue,
Reflecting dreams of magical sojourns,
Distant memories now clearly in view,
As if those old days could simply return.
The moonlit butterfly opened the eye,
By taking the moment to simply fly.
Form: English Sonnet
Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2012
Wings take flight
Right off the page
Flying toward the sky
As the words escape my mind.
Pen touches the crisp paper
Magic begins to glow
From the tip of my wand
Bringing thoughts to life.
Imagery imprints the mind
Visualizing words to picture
Transforming into a story
Becoming a part of the tale.
Each word written
Is like a verbal tale
That becomes a spell
Hocus pocus, abra-imagia.
Reading each line
The eyes chow down
The mind digests
As the soul feels.
Words speak more than action
Strikes harder than a sword
Touches the soul from within
Can bring tears to the eyes.
Words can be used good or bad
Its just how we use them
To inspire or dispire
Help or ignore.
They can inspire us
Intrigue us with mystery
Make us laugh with joy
When their arranged oddly.
Words can heal us
More than medicine
For stories and poems
Fascinate and lure us
Like sirens singing to sailors.
Words formed together
To form a sentence
Like a spell forming
To create a crystal
Letting it shine bright
In the sunlight.
Words are magical
That change and inspire
Those that take the time
To read and find meaning
In what magic each holds.
Copyright © Megan Ryan | Year Posted 2014
The word butterflies
Flitting past the paper net
Illusive to me
I open my heart
Showing them my thought flowers
Enticing them in
I catch every one
Feed them from my soul’s nectar
They fly now to you.
Open your heart wide
Give home to my butterflies
My love’s on their wings
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013
Listen do you hear it
the sound of wind rushing in
winter is on its way
with the clouds of Gray
the buttress colors of summer fads
I hide my heart in rain showers
the Flowers in my garden are faded
they look almost as lonely as I
the beauty of true clarity has succeeded
the veils of one’s true colors wove the sea
frost bitten blossoms in an envious eye
lost puzzled and all alone
Cold as stone in my home
I am a Lonely Butterfly ready to fly on high
I fly around in the dark world I live
to find my shining spot of true Love to Live.
Poetic Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017
I am your true novelist
that can draw you in
I will dance with you
in all your romance
and your magical love
I will write all that I see
even when you make my heart bleed
I can feel your hunger for my love
you have away that captives me
when I look in your eyes
they are shining like the cascade night
You tell me so much things
that makes my heart ache
you cast your magic on me again
I written down all your evilness
you make my heart race
Yes, I am your novelist
you make my spirit fly
like a beautiful butterfly
that dances around in the air at night
in your cascade eyes
I feel so untouchable
until you call me back to you
I see many things your darkness brings
you taste all my sweetness
but all you given back is bitterness
yes, I'm your novelist
I penciled out your face
I did erase the dragon from the sky
I get this mental image that makes me cry
but this is your flavoring of your love
You tell me all kinds of things
that makes me want to scream
I am under your spell
you cast your magic on me
you captive me
just to make me bleed
you want pleasure
just a drop of your sweet blood
that will give me so much love
No , my magical love
go fly to where you once was
You are my novelist and my queen
you will write what comes to your mind
I put magic on you
Forever you will be mind .
Poetic Judy Emery
Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017
Flow with me gently or flutter on by
Your butterfly tears stain green your blue eyes
In rivers and inlets or far away streams
your tears follow currents in search of your dreams
The butterfly swimmers with wings blue and gold
refuse to taste nectar that's any less bold
than you are in flight dipping through night
an eclectical sight, your reflection so tight
in your very own eyes shines bright from the tears
They strengthen your ties and lengthen your years
The spread of your wings cast shadows warm blue
to all that you love, and all who love you...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
I do not know?
A caterpillar is ugly until it turns into a butterfly.
A butterfly's beauty is very pleasing to the eye.
When you witness this metamorphosis, it is very cool.
It's amazing to know that something so ugly becomes something so beautiful.
Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2008