Best Butterfly Bush Poems
Purple butterfly
Bush grows weary with its load
Covered with gold wings
at the break of dawn
a Hummingbird starts his rounds
Morning Glory sought
flaunting a red hue -
Mexican Sunflower tempts
looking hot, hot, hot
the Don Juan of birds
sucking nectar from Beardtongue. . .
drunk on French kisses
Goldenrod at noon. . .
Zephyr carries a sweet scent
beneath a gold sun
between Rose bushes
the Flower Kisser gets lost
in Blue Infinity
Sweet Pea and Bee Balm
entice with purple petals. . .
Bees join the orgy
Monarchs swarm in droves
when blue Hummingbird alights
on Butterfly Bush
Evening Primrose
waving in the dusk’s last breeze. . .
the proper lover
the Flower Kisser
leaves his harem sated as
white Moonflower glows
*The capitalized names for flowers
represent some of the most popular
flowers visited by hummingbirds.
Arbor of Wisteria and Clematis
Memory of appealing Wisterias
Uncovering the grand butterfly bush;
near the lilacs and lonely gardenias;
as the light essence of spring bring a rush.
little fairies dance like faux ballerinas
autumn's pussy willows now but a hush
that coldness felt deep during winter's wrath.
The equinox whispers from a warmer path
Pumpkins and gourds sitting by the corn husks.
this and a tasty Thimble-berry creme pie.
a perched crow sits on the arbor at dusk;
watching for the owl with a wary eye
freshly turned garden smells of molds and musk
Canada geese fly north through a morning sky
A rooster sings his song with emphasis
shaking the wisteria and clematis.
2/23/2021
Spring Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Blue the color of the brilliant boundless sky
To look at the heavens with a heartfelt sigh.
Blue of the vast briny ocean
Teeming with marine life always in motion.
Blue feathers of an iridescent hummingbird,
Large Blue Macaw parrot or beautiful musical bluebird.
Blue spring vibrant Empire Blue Butterfly Bush
Attracting winged pollinators scented cush.
Blue color gives out a feel of peace, tranquility,
And quiescence serenity.
3/13/2024
Purple conical blooms lure bumblebee
Foxglove trumpet flowers scent that please
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me
Weeping Willow with grace lures so artsy
Under which lies Butterfly Bush which tease
Purple conical blooms lure bumblebee
But in the vegetable garden foresee
Sweat, toil in heat but food that heals disease
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me
On trellis adjacent pale pink rose see
Just a dewdrop, but not on Butterfly Bush with base
Purple Conical blooms that lure bumblebee
In the vegetable garden no Sweet Pea
More flowers for me and food plants decrease
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me
All I see toil, sweat no trip to the sea
Please do not let the flower garden cease
Let purple conical blooms lure bumblebee
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me
Contest:"Villanelle Me"
Sponsor:Catie Lindsay
Fritillary on
buds of my butterfly bush,
soon both will be gone.
the butterfly bush
sends forth its golden nectar...
one lone hummer hums
Don’t plant cabbages near your buddleia bush
Not unless you want cabbages turned into mush
The butterflies love buddleia but they love cabbages too
And the baby caterpillars won’t want to share them with you
So take my advice and plant cabbages well away
Then you will have some leaves for your dinner today
Jan Allison
28th June 2014
The flying butterfly
Flying high in the sky
Perching in the apple-eye
Hi butterfly why in blue-sky?
There on the thyme with a smile
The flying butterfly
In nursery rhymes the passer-by
Calling children far and wide to vie
In a twinkle of an eye
The babies beautifying in style
The flying butterfly
Flings her feathers well-nigh
In the butterfly bush, skying high
Upon the yellowish pine trees, the hover-fly
Displays her colourant in the sky
Usually at a stone's throw they fly
Should I give a farewell as goodbye?
It doesn't respond but around d flowers they fly
Flower-flies, in July
Butterflies announcing the summer eye
Smelling the blue and green flower for awhile
The dragon flies in the sky
Flower-flies bidding goodbye butterfly
Far and near they fly
Descending the harmattan wind from the sky
Oh! Butterfly, I wish I can fly
So high in the sky
It may be for awhile
But there in the colouring clouding sky
I shall bid goodbye with a smile
(Opurum Precious; Nigeria)
Copyright © odiboyp 07/26/2016
yellow swallowtail
slurps purple butterfly bush...
storm brews rain descents
Iridescent blooms,
linger lavender or peach.
Butterflies alight.
fall serenade
serenade of fall
nor'easters and southerlies ~
bittersweet in bloom
leaves sing with the winds
arias of rising gales ~
pumpkins harmonize
bare branches in tune
thrum rhythms of autumn ~
acorn symphonies
blast of icy frost
elegies for summer air ~
rainbow hued harvest
hues of country roads
chant scarlet, gold, umber notes ~
wheat fields intone fall
draughts herald autumn
fall ruffles and flourishes ~
corn stalks beat in time
autumn song resounds
carols of butterfly bush ~
chimes float on flurries
10-4-22
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Merriam Webster spells nor'easters with punctuation.
The pouring rain turned to haze, the sun rises only to set
What we imagine, chasing dragons but in reality just forget
Noble kings to worn out jeans, all the fabric we never protect
The blood within, these evil men it's the passion they collect
The butterfly bush to Alaskan cush in kaleidescope eyes
The Jokers suit and Dinosaurs too, perfect purple disguise
Grapes at noon turn to prunes then raisins thereafter
The wisdom mood to light up rooms with all the laughter
The darkest bruise changes hues only makeup covers
A color too, mixed up red and blue become eternal lovers
Written for Contest: Purple on 1/16/19
Hosted by: Kevin Shaw
Dear Love
Your skin is dark crimson rose
That shines like a young sun
Your voice opens locked doors
Your passion is as huge as a baobab shadow
We are sweet seeds, stevia
And cannabis sativa
Yellow butterfly bush
Joined by glowing wings
You are golden marigold
Your eyes the color of a daisy
Even in our dark stage, we are crazy
Soul divers and rivers
We are sour preferred star fruits
Your kiss I have never tasted smell so sweet
And creates an entire globe
In my little world
You are angel
I am your heaven
And your man
© John Kazadi
Thirty feet of white picket fence,
doesn't sound that exciting.
But Oh, to see the blood red blooms,
of a Rambler at one end entwining.
In and out, it weaves its spell,
all but hiding the aged white boards.
The picket fence holds strong and true,
a trellis to the Rose it affords.
At the other end of the yard,
where the fence meets a lamp pole,
stands a lush Butterfly Bush.
Leaning on the pickets as if it were old.
A Lilac so full as to block the light,
draping clusters of flowers like grapes.
For months hiding the fence from our sight,
beneath a butterfly enshrouded cape.
Sunflowers stand tall and proud,
a stone birdbath adds rustic flair.
Against a backdrop of metered white,
vibrant colors scent the air.
The Pear tree adorns the picket fence,
with dappled shade, then Autumn leaves.
While birds alight atop worn points,
eating the ripe sunflower seeds.
Thirty feet of white picket fence,
doesn't sound that exciting.
Until you saw the one in Grandma's yard,
a tranquil scene that was so inviting.