Best Butterflies Poems
(Written for bitesize contest)
I am like the daisy moon, in a sea of butterfly clouds~
listening, when waltzing waves croon mellifluous memories,
while this heart longs to reach the star with our fate engraved.
Perhaps, in silvery silence, I’ll find you tonight,
for in, darkness, cerulean serenity emanates lyrical light,
where your scintillating silhouette lingers, as my poetic muse.
They flutter and hover
And float on the breeze.
They shiver and shimmer
And weaken the knees.
Fickle and fragile,
They tickle and tease.
Fleeting and flimsy,
Deceptively free.
These frivolous creatures,
These knots of desire.
Once spindles of yearning,
Now spools of barbed wire.
Once pulling like petals,
Now pricking like briar.
Once soothing like honey,
Now burning like fire.
Violently thrashing,
It struggles to rise.
The truth comes up gasping
From whirlpools of lies.
Shed this charade
And discard your disguise.
I know you enjoy
Drowning blind butterflies.
As sunrise silently
marinaded morningtide meadows,
our lips flowed like two streams,
merging within an exclusive estuary
so we set home upon the river bed.
At first we floated like butterflies in Babylon,
deaf to the squawks of mercenary crows,
blind to the creeping weeds,
which wandered amongst delicate petals
nor did I notice our submerging embankment.
As our estuary began to evaporate,
you left me stranded in the silt and mud.
My heart, once a blossoming garden,
evolved into a wasteland of sedges and sludge.
Still I wait for soothing streams to return,
but all I am left with is marshland of regret
and the silence of the butterflies.
BUTTERFLIES
Clouds passing by swiftly.
Like the desert sands,
tiny grains rest in my hand.
Here I lay peaceful on the ground.
My life finally reached its final strand.
Breathing faintly with no sound.
My life slowly slips back into Gods hands.
Counting each beat from my heart.
Leaving behind this shallow land.
Taking a long glimpse of this magical world.
Something came to carry me away.
Without giving me a chance to say goodbye.
This wind gave me a sensation in not wanting to stay.
Gliding away into the blue sky.
Finally I feel this heavy load removed.
I look back and see where my body still lays.
An empty temple, no longer full of grace.
My life in front of me revealed.
Blessed for all those days I would pray.
God protecting me with his shield.
Kept his promise to take me back one day.
Now I am back where I belong.
Pass the horizon of the ocean sky.
Living among the butterflies.
Reunited with my love ones.
Angles flutter into the sky.
When your life on earth is done.
For you I will wait beyond the sun.
Somewhere deep beyond the skies.
Your day soon will come with butterflies.
~SKAT~ *re-post*
The sun’s sparkling streaks,
of sangria grace,
descend upon
the malachite verdant valley;
world of pristine mountains,
and evergreen tales of
rainbow hued meadows.
Where medieval castles
are guarded with a fragrant
fortress of blushing flowers,
enveloped in topaz gold beams.
She walks along the
fields of redolent reveries,
where hope sprouts
like the rising moon-
whispering secrets to
the whimsical wind,
in mystical musicality,
whilst butterflies
rest upon her ebony hair,
choreographing a
three dimensional
ballet in ethereal delight,
cradling and mirroring the
dancing spirit in
emerald elegance.
Her chrysalis heart
nurtures their sanctuary
with sanguine serenades,
for she is the queen
of azure wings,
dressed in timeless mists;
her mind is wrapped
in kaleidoscope clouds
draped in pearl crescent dust,
fluttering and twirling with
twinkling stars between
fragile thin veins,
like delicate petals
woven from a tapestry
of thriving dreams.
Yet the sound of
unsung songs drift
along shadowed skies-
of champagne and
rosemary rays,
fleeting like waning colors,
longing to spread floral arms,
to sketch watercolor
paintings from
dandelion desires-
to be heard and seen
beyond the creek of thorns
and thistles,
as peacock feathers soar
amongst petrichor leaves swaying
to the celestial tunes of her life-
amidst raining regrets
a devoted warrior never lets
eclipsed spheres dim
their light upon her sight.
Curving, swirling, in moonlit stance, butterflies merrily dance,
Undulating tenor of nocturnal music, beneath stellar expanse,
When celestial orchestra plays, occult notes of galactic tune,
As titillations of love croon, mystical lyrics of melodious moon;
Echoing doting rhythms, twinkling revelry of luminous stars,
In realms magical, scintillating thrones of Venus and Mars,
As longings of soul blossom, spurring reveries of romance,
Where I decode latent missives, glinting your esoteric glance;
Enamored in tones ambrosial, humming riffs of moon song,
Cherishing sweet promise of love, reverberating lifelong,
Exalting fantasies of awe, emanating from ethereal heart,
Edifying ecstasies of morrow, as shadows of bygones depart;
Enlivening themes longed for, in womb of romantic night,
As we embrace paradise of passion, desires ecstatic ignite,
Lauding refulgent beams of moon, glistening fervid space,
When ardent images of grace, memories beloved retrace;
Waltzing in airglow above, thrilling on wings of butterflies,
Attuning to sound of music, resounding in lambent skies,
Choreographing a ballet love, rowing aura of galactic stream,
Enchanting sensuous theme vying shores of utopian dream.
FLUTTER BY BUTTERFLY
DANCE YOUR WAY ACROSS THE SKY
WITH YOUR TISSUE PAPER WINGS THOSE DELICATE AND DAINTY THINGS
FLASH WITH COLOURS OH SO BRIGHT STILL SHINING IN THE MORNING LIGHT
NATURE’S GREATEST WORK OF ART IT CANNOT HELP BUT STIR THE HEART
TO SEE THIS SPLENDID CREATURE IS THEIR NOT A BETTER FEATURE
OF THE BRITISH SUMMERTIME THAN SUCH AN INSECT SO DEVINE
EVER VIVID ALWAYS TRUE OH I KEEP THE BRIGHTEST HUE
WRAPPED INSIDE MY MEMORY FOR HARDER TIMES AHEAD OF ME
WHEN I’M IN NEED OF A SMILE I’LL STOP AND RECOLLECT A WHILE
THE BUTTERFLY’S HAPPY DANCE AND WITHIN MY PEACEFUL TRANCE
I FIND A SENSE OF CONTENT AT THE SUMMER THAT I SPENT
DREAMING WITH BUTTERFLIES
~The Butterflies Dance~
(A Double Whitney)
The sun is
so warm and nice
there is cheer
everywhere cause
spring has sprung
one more time and
winter so cold is now gone.
The robins
have returned and
the hibiscus
and the roses
bloom again
to my delight
Now I see butterflies dance.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
January.27.2015
Here are butterflies that skip
Dull steps of metamorphosis
No isolation in coocoons
No gorging grubs like fat balloons
Pure genesis on snow kissed flowers
Comes with no imperiled hours
Their slow, eternal life begun
Beneath a pink pearlescent sun
Reflecting tints from rainbows born
With pastel lights of endless dawn
Transcend through fabled time and myth
To form the rings of Saturn's mist.
A Kaleidoscope of Butterflies
Contest Judged: 5/18/2016 5:58:00 AM
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
N/A’d
Heart is a neglected garden,
diseased by an epidemic of weeds.
Breathless, pining for your breaths -
breathe passion into me
so bees, birds and butterflies return.
Cultivate soul with tender hands,
propagate seeds sensually.
Fertilise fragility with soft kisses,
form a vision of Eden
so bees, birds and butterflies return.
Upon dawn's delight of delicate germination,
intimately indulge deep into sensitive roots.
In storms shelter in an evergreen embrace.
In drought replenish like sacred drops of mercy
so bees, birds and butterflies return.
In what has become a monochrome existence,
paint a masterpiece of magnolia meadows,
flowing with amber, clementine, crimson and lilac petals.
For this body is yours, do not let it linger in decay
so bees, birds and butterflies return.
Sunday simple musing
Silent One
5 April 2020
There is a beauty in lucidity -
when images are wondrously concrete. . . .
a butterfly’s opalescent wings
unfolded on a shiny leaf - not flitting about.
Poems that don’t elude
are the ones I choose to peruse.
Rainbows and butterflies
White clouds on blue satin
A golden sun shines gloriously
On Central Park in Manhattan
The sound of music's playing
As a jogger passes by...
There's joy in the air
When all of nature's alive
A green garden of flowers
Wild roses and lilies
A water fountain springs up
As a squirrel stops... and quietly listens
There's magic and wonder
Under a starry moonlight
When lovebirds warmly gather
In their nest for the night
This is what love brings
Hear the heart sing
Faces you meet with smiles
There's nothing better in this world
To heal teary sad eyes... than to feel it inside
Rainbows and butterflies...
Vibrant jeweled butterflies
flutter in bright azure skies.
I’ll sit and watch them for hours
sipping nectar from flowers
Wings like fragile church stained glass
lift them on a zephyr breeze
Nature’s bounty can’t surpass
precious moments such as these
(nature) Eight lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Checked with how many syllables and rhymezone
5/28/18
My muse is a poetic flower garden,
blooming lilacs in barren meadows,
but I still remember
how I heeded haunting heartbeats
in paradise, whilst praying
for your lustrous light,
to descend onto my hazy horizons.
Your eyes like captivating sunsets,
made me dream away,
recalling shells lost in a forgotten
coral reef, castaway upon
an elusive island,
where the paths have no name,
but the oceanic breeze
calls yours so softly.
I was killing time,
scribbling elegies
on distant musical shores,
where spotted eagle rays
and flying fish were my only mentors.
Nocturnal reef sharks unfolded tales
beneath lonesome skies,
illustrating a secretive stairway
that would lead me
to the scintillating stars.
Deep within my heart,
I knew in the darkest
night you are the light
that would illuminate
my breathless sighs
with blazing ballads
rewriting my fate,
reawakening my
need to thrive through these
endless melancholic monsoons;
surfing through vast oceans.
Your cosmic radiance pulled
this chocolate mermaid,
from the bioluminescent
ripples of sorrow,
empathising with
endless streams from
my volcanic mind
and harmonious heart,
which was in dire
need of healing,
from draconian depleted
ideologies imprinted within
a labyrinth of
narcissistic daffodils,
emanating deceptive fragrances
resembling the devil's disciple,
claiming me as nothing,
but a mere self
confessed queen
on a conquest to conquer
the uncontrollable calling
to a land of virtual hypocrisy.
If only they knew
I no longer desired
to rule a kingdom of
tumultuous pretense.
I was waiting for the
return of the butterflies,
tearing apart the fragile
walls of its cocoon.
I knew if Romeo did not die,
I would be living Juliet's desires.
I was a poetess
searching for
a purpose, with no sense
to shelter, watching the
last icicle
of winter melt away.
Truth deserves a narrative
that has no ending,
though I question the universe.
Where do the
lost poets reside?
Is it where the
moon chooses to hide,
disguising dreariness
within dazzling blankets
of dancing moonscapes,
or will this be how
this sleepless soul
seizes its faultless lunar tide?
Butterflies
Clouds passing away swiftly.
Like the desert sand.
Laying peaceful on the ground.
Seeing the worlds silent stand.
Breathing faintly with no sound.
While my life slips back into Gods hands.
Counting each beat from my heart.
Leaving behind this shallow land.
Taking one last glimpse in my eye.
Something came to carry me away.
Without giving me a chance to say goodbye.
Not wanting a reason to stay.
Gliding away into the blue sky.
Fully departed from my body where I lay.
My life in front of me revealed.
Blessing all those days I would pray.
God protecting me with his shield.
Kept his promise to take me back one day.
Now I am back where I belong.
Pass the horizon of the ocean sky.
Living among the butterflies.
Reunited with my love ones.
Who where also carried by butterflies.
For you I will wait beyond the sun.
Somewhere deep inside the skies.
When your life on earth is done.
You will also be carried by butterflies.
If for some reason you are carried of by bats.
It is your own fault.
You will be put in a dark cave with the rats.
All alone locked in your own vault.
I.T.
S.K.A.T. POETRY