Best Butterfly Flower Poems
My garden is such a colourful sight,
with pretty roses and scented sweet peas.
An abundance of blooms, what pure delight!
Beautiful butterflies gently alight
on flowers dancing on the summer breeze.
My garden is such a colourful sight
Sweet night scented stocks abloom at midnight
their aroma is always sure to please.
An abundance of blooms, what pure delight!
Carnations in purple, scarlet and white
are visited by busy bumble bees.
My garden is such a colourful sight
A haven for birds I watch them in flight
they alight on peach blossom from the trees.
An abundance of blooms, what pure delight!
Pretty pansies smile in clay pots so bright
I love beautiful flowers such as these.
My garden is such a colourful sight
An abundance of blooms, what pure delight!
Your love touched me…
As a butterfly softly alights on a flower.
I didn't notice until you flew away.
6-1-22
Bite Size Poem no.45 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
*Note: This poem is about not realizing you
love someone until it is too late.
She is the flower in the garden of dreams
Awaiting her butterfly on the summer breeze
A sip of nectar where her beauty beams
Kissing her petals with seductive tease
Awaiting her butterfly on the summer breeze
Fluttering to the rhythm of her heartbeat
Kissing her petals with seductive tease
Her fragrance alluring, ever so sweet
Fluttering to the rhythm of her heartbeat
A monarch in flight to her garden of blooms
Her fragrance alluring, ever so sweet
Basking in sunshine as her passion looms
A monarch in flight to her garden of blooms
A sip of nectar where her beauty beams
Basking in sunshine as her passion looms
She is the flower in the garden of dreams
11-23-2020
Pen a Pantoum Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: D.W. Rodgers
As I stood in my garden amongst my flowers,
a parade of blue butterflies was drifting;
past my lovely brilliant primrose rock garden,
they kissed a purple cornflower growing.
They stopped and caressed rainbow painted daisy,
drifting over to drooping bleeding hearts;
resting on white campania with their trumpets,
like sparkling garden gems quietly hovering.
Blue larkspur and columbine called for them,
the tiny rubies twirled over in a waltzing dance;
and between yarrow, sage and yellow tick seed,
they spotted echinacea and came fluttering.
Floating on over they kissed orange scabiosa,
then the assemblage of sweet butterflies left;
just stopping for a quick sip of fountain water,
and gone this parade of fluttering blue gems.
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August 11, 2015
Poetry/Verse/"Fluttering Gems"
Copyright Protected, ID 15- 699-038-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to Late Summer Premier Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
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Submitted to,Any Poem Written in 2015, Contest
sponsor, Julia Ward
Third Place
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Submitted to, Butterflies Among Us, Contest
sponsor, A Skat
Fourth Place
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
As I wake up to the dawn of another day
I wrestle with myself and ask why bother
Just another day, without any warmth
There is a chill in my heart, sadly this is true
The coffee pot sings, an attempt to lift spirits
I confess I welcome even this small endeavor
A machine trying to cheer me up,
In this a cold cold cold world
How can this be?
Me so thirsty and cold?
I hypnotically prepare for another day
As I curse Al Gore
I see you all scurry from here to god knows where
Curious I ponder what’s the rush?
Snow falls from a dreary sky
A blanket of white to chill us even more
A child romps happily in springtime meadows
Chasing butterflies and dreams
His heart now filled with Vodka Ice
How did such warmth turn into an ancient glacier?
In the subway deep underground
I see a stranger, a woman, tears falling
Icicles form under her eyes
She too has a frozen heart
I would hug her, with words of comfort
If not for the invisible cold barrier between us
We are many on this subway of desire
So close, yet we all feel the northern winds of loneliness
This world of love and compassion has become frozen
We have forgotten the season of spring
We have been frozen out of emotions garden
We shiver here in the cold together alone
I rise up from the subways depths
I know my heart was murdered by the arctic winds
Something inside of me , cries
Go Go Go melt something, anything
I pass the newsstand selling flowers
I buy one single rose
The woman with icicle tears is nearby
I hand her this rose
I whisper, what this planet needs
Is some global warming
She smiles a sad thank you
As I walk away, hoping
Global warming takes hold
Jewel-colored butterflies flutter in scarlet sage
Hovering hummingbirds on a red tubular stage
Highways they navigate apparently their own
Invisible to humans as they stay in their zone
These lovely creatures are by nature vivacious
At times if necessary can also be fallacious
Both either drift or glide in on a breeze
Plunge into a vortex of nectar sweets
Satiation of thirst while lost in the moment
Entrances spectators with similar enjoyment
There are days when fluttering colors
Dissipate daily woes... a gift of the hummers
Butterflies and hummingbirds are beauties to behold
Their appeal is captivating and never grows old
POTD - June 30, 2018
August 28, 2018
Contest 485, Any Form, Any Theme
By Brian Strand
First Place
Pick a Theme Contest
By Viv Wigley
Theme - There Are Days When
Eighth Place
Altered from Poem Lush Garden - August 26, 2018
Sacred silence
Blended with praise
For the Creator, who always will amaze
Quietly hovering, winged splendor
Beautiful like the vibrant hues
Glazed in whispered dreams
Music, art and poetry
Blessed brilliance
Laughing like the stars
Whimsical and mysterious
Magnificent, painted in exciting tints
Melodious aspirations kindled
Beneath prayers for grace
Awakening on the heart of faith
Holy lights, soft sensations
Breathing – dancing
Across the flowers, the shadows
Breathtaking wisdom
Open to the heartfelt belief
That paints the spirit
In intimacy, caressing, kissing
Softly, like a sigh
Butterflies tour
The buds and blossoms
Grazing, amazing
Stunning those who see
These delicate adventurers
Stirring hearts, stirring dreams
Reminding eyes to see…
The journey of beauty and grace
Flickering across the prayer
For an image so amazing, praising
Flight Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
June 4, 2022
I
A striped butterfly hovers on Chrysanthemum,
With blooms providing the beloved sweet nectar;
The sweetness that butterflies want more than life itself.
Bright dazzling orange bursts in a sunny garden,
Calling to the flying jewels swirling and twirling;
It is said butterflies and flowers are meant for each other.
II
In my little city garden I have planted flowers,
And it is there that I find inspiration for poems;
A place of contemplation where flying flowers soothe my soul.
I work to create their wish list safe sanctuary,
Of sunny open space and muddy water they love;
Shelter from the wind amongst asters, cornflowers and daisies.
A flat garden stone for basking in the sunshine,
The solitude creates feelings deep within my soul;
Images that float on wings in my mind and flutter into words.
Surreal poetry that I release into the wind,
That go drifting on beautiful butterfly wings.
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May 6, 2015
Free Verse/ Ekphrasis/A Garden With Wings
Copyright Protected, 05-67-0-726-06
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Submitted into the Premier contest, Your Favorite Old Poem #3
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton, Judged 2015
Third Place
at long last the time has come
when beautiful lovers meet
the scent of deep purple blooms
calls to butterfly
on wings of gold black and blue
wafting irresistibly
to the vivid fragrant source
in days of honey
at the hour of aught shadows
when hope and joy is soaring
deep blue skies smile graciously
on nature's wild ways
an amethyst flower enchants a blue morpho to alight
© Connie Marcum Wong
February 24, 2016
Monoku #8 Contest
Sponsor PD
~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
May.24.2016
~Author's Notes:
The "Whitney" is a syllabic poetry form or style, that was created by Betty Ann Whitney.The "Whitney" is also known as an American Asian Poem.
~Spring Song~
(Triple Haiku)
Beautiful flowers
to the bright sunlight open up
winters gone now
Swans in the pond glide
water shimmers in the sun
flock of robins fly
Roses give their perfume
butterflies dance happily
spring laughs with delight
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
March.04.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
Butterflies and daisies, orange and yellow day lilies,
I'd love to take you with me, but I'm just too lazy,
and you'd probably drive me crazy-
You have always, and you will always....
-AMAZE me.
My dream has always been, to breath in a garden of zen,
and float around like bubbles; and then pop,
and do it all over again.
For we don't pick our friends, only a few will stay,
then they go right on their merry way.
Unless you are you, they'd stay for eternity,
and stay until the final day.
An angel on a soft lily pad,
with little critters keeping her company-
Fields and fields of daisies,
and butterflies surrounding all over me.
Butterflies and daisies,
purple and pink pansies,
I'd love to pick you and take you home,
Surely I am too lazy-
You'd most likely drive my hunger crazy,
For you, My love, have saved me-
You have always, and you will always....
-AMAZE me.
Originally written: October 12, 2003
Originally posted: September 27, 2015-My first day at PS
Re-posted: September 20, 2016
He came to me and gently brought,
the fairest flowers of His thought.
Joy arrived with euphoric mums,
softly as the hummingbird hums.
Purity blown from baby’s breath,
ever innocent until death.
Peace pervaded purest poppy,
tranquil bliss nothing can copy.
Happiness borne from pure lily,
butterfly wings, dainty and frilly.
Gratitude from feathered pink rose;
praises for His blessings arose.
Humility spread bold bluebells,
silken as bunnies’ cotton tails.
Faith that flourished in bright iris,
no other bloom so desirous.
Hope sprung forth from gladiolus,
comforting as lotus’ solace.
Love effused from fan-shaped aster,
greatest from our Lord and Master.
Graciousness shone from all flowers,
teaching of His perfect powers.