Best Delicate Poems
hello hello
butterfly flutterby
epitome of symmetry
graceful & elegant
modest & innocent
whispering
hues & color
spreading loving cheer
a breath sweet kiss
a bit of bliss
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~HELLO BUTTERFLY~ 2020
AP: 2nd place 2022, 2nd place 2020, 3rd place 2020
POTD October 2, 2019
Submitted on October 1, 2019 for contest Writing Challenge, October - Butterfly sponsored by DEAR HEART- WIISHKOBE ODE - RANKED 1ST
Breathless and beguiled
Nature blankets my lone dreams
Swallowing me whole
Written by: Amber Plocica
For Mr. Moreno's Haiku contest
Always inside living thoughts
Once held a vision adoring thee
Beholding beams though these eyes
Star spangled one look totally breathless
This heart's calling your name precious
Together uniting strengths join within power
Making hopes and dreams come alive
Saying onto myself breathtakingly gorgeous
Adding this truly wonderful music
Into the soul princess cut deeply singing tunes develop
In every echo out of this world
I wish to retake the perfect soft breath held
Melting golden feelings burning gasps warmly sigh
Why do I love you so
Wearing the glass slippers
Fragile as a newborn butterfly taking flight
In all the flowers freshly plucked
Standing out most beautiful
A diamond rose stunning dewdrops sparkle
Touching, kissing, loving you forever more
Holding someone special always showing them
how deeply appreciated they are
Fireworks display our passion to share
in a world filled promise
Conveying the love inside each tiny seed
picking you one precious gem
Your words are sparkling wine
your presence divine
Your beauty makes me comfortable dizzy
Intoxicating drunken in anything you wish
becomes the soul command
In the distance ~ the dying sun forever sleeps with you one dream obeys
A Collaborated Poem 07.11.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
The bare branches are painted with a dusting of snow
Delicate dreams rest in the distance to be seen
The slightest breeze can blow them away
It's time to capture a photo with confidence
To hold a memory of what can be created
In the cold, no sun shining, still pure and beautiful
Dreams may be delicate , but not always bare
Reach for what you want while you can, it's there!
Heidi Sands
1/11/25
(C)opyright
1/13/25 POTD
I walk the line of a delicate being
careful to not make a misstep and fall
Though I am fragile, my strength underwrites me
and I am able to withstand it all
I can be nothing that I think I can’t be
so I decided that I can be me
And now I find that my life has true meaning
and life allows me to stand tall and free
Though I can not claim a profile in courage
I find a way to go on unafraid
Sometimes, I wonder when I’m feeling beaten
how I can do it, it’s just how I’m made
In my reflection, I like what I’m seeing
though it took time to erase many tears
I walk the line of a delicate being
yet one who’s lived and survived many years
Always inside living thoughts
Once held a vision adoring thee
Beholding beams though these eyes
Star spangled one look totally breathless
This heart's calling your name precious
Together uniting strengths join within power
Making hopes and dreams come alive
Saying onto myself breathtakingly gorgeous
Adding this truly wonderful music
Into the soul princess cut deeply singing tunes develop
In every echo out of this world
I wish to retake the perfect soft breath held
Melting golden feelings burning gasps warmly sigh
Why do I love you so
Wearing the glass slippers
Fragile as a newborn butterfly taking flight
In all the flowers freshly plucked
Standing out most beautiful
A diamond rose stunning dewdrops sparkle
Touching, kissing, loving you forever more
Holding someone special always showing them
how deeply appreciated they are
Fireworks display our passion to share
in a world filled promise
Conveying the love inside each tiny seed
picking you one precious gem
Your words are sparkling wine
your presence divine
Your beauty makes me comfortable dizzy
Intoxicating drunken in anything you wish
becomes the soul command
In the distance ~ the dying sun forever sleeps with you one dream obeys
A Collaborated Poem 07.11.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
I am of soft, delicate skinned casing,
Housing an iron, logical facing.
I grant my femininity free reign
To follow dictates of my manlike brain.
My seductive charms can attract a man,
But he may run far once I show my hand.
My quick, mental wit delivered deadpan
Cannot be handled by males with no span.
Only those of equal mental process
Will see my smile and know any access.
Feelings don’t phase my skill to analyze,
Even when I flash my come-hither eyes.
I don’t have masculine strength or muscle,
But in games deductive, I can tussle.
Call me feminine, demure or girly,
Such true adjectives won’t find me surly.
Color my world with sheer lace all pearly,
Just remember my sharp brain is burly.
Delicate flower
So lovely, and so sweet
Ravaged by wind
And rain and summer heat
Joyful to view
With the sweetest scent
Why nature could bring
harm to you
Makes me wonder where God went
I cry inside
I'll never understand
How such delicate beauty
Could come to such evil harm
All I see is beauty
And innocent loving charm.
Across the wide meadow of verdant green,
splashes of pastel pink waved in the breeze.
One of the lovliest wildflowers I've ever seen
appeared to ebb and flow like restless seas.
Delicate, the buttercup, its veins finger-traced.
This wildflower beauty with nectared center
stands patiently waiting with an upturned face,
welcoming pollen seekers with, "Please enter."
Enmass they flourish as a grand gift of Nature.
Growing in profusion, untended, they live and die.
They've inspired artists to paint their portraiture,
and innocently open their petals to the butterfly.
April 12th, 2017
Ode to a Flower(s) Contest
Shadow Hamilton
The black and orange dust
comes off on my fingers
revealing the fragile mesh
so easily crushed
therefore brave
I was troubled
the color was so loose
so removable to my hand
but even more at the
transparency beneath
Oh, don't go catching butterflies
until you are prepared to see
the underpinning delicate and clear
where there is courage
destructibility and fear
Cathartic pinkness on wings of angel’s feet
Bring a lightness to the lake
She has never before felt.
Peppermint magic
Soft purple touches
Spiritual awakening
Heaven’s magic
Sky floods the lake with pureness
Godly feeling
Reverence and awe
Delicate pink clouds gather softly
Sharing love with forest
Saturating nature
Soft cathartic feeling
Showing God’s love for nature
It will be the anniversary of my sisters death,
in a few days and I will turn back the pages of time.
The mirage comes back to my brain with all the pain,
her blood left a stain on the road until the rain;
it flowed down a drain- a memory that will forever remain.
Mother screamed but I froze and became nonverbal,
the days that followed were a nightmare dream;
my sister had a lot of sweet allure and charm to appeal.
And she came to me at night in a gossamer light,
she held my hand tight and her smile was honey bright;
and all around us white dulcet birds were in flight.
I will never forget the day of Suzanne's funeral,
she lay so ethereal, so fragile and delicate;
I stood very straight and still and held my tears,
many gave us the balm of consolation and solace.
Oh, how pale Suzanne looked, so dainty and frail,
I fell into a tale, and wispy wings were my veil;
on an ocean I sail- until the scent of roses I inhale.
My birthday followed- got a doll gift favor I still savor,
I said- be braver and that was my pivot and saver.
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January 25, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Delicate Anniversary Death
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1108-139-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Eight Word Anniversary
sponsor, Michelle Faulkner
Fourth Place
The Shepherd asked the poetess-
Who are you?
Twinkling her eyes, the poetess
said-who am I.
Am I a breath or a death;
breeze or a storm;
am I soothed or havocked?
I am blazed and ashed.
Am I a flower or a crackling leaf;
sand or a sea;
rock or a snow?
I am a droplet and a wavelet.
Am I a mystic sky or a fog;
cloud or a smoke;
hazed or dazed?
I am a dew and blue.
Am I a moon or its shadow;
real or a fake;
peace or a mayhem?
I am resting and running.
Am I desired or scraped;
slapdash or deliberate;
gem or a junk?
I am nerdish and doltish.
O! dear shepherd
who cares and
wonders who am I?
I am a treasure of pleasure,
I am a glow and a blow,
I am tender and blender,
I am your treasured flow.
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We are delicate flowers withering away,
blown far over the tree-tops,
to fall apart like falling stars...
and land in unfrequented places,
where no human ever lives;
only falling rain can give us that new life!
Planets and stars were made
for Humankind alone...to endure forever,
and our Earth is the jewel of this Universe;
timeless from the day of creation, with rare
colors so vivid and admirable, it was endowed
with majestic oceans and misty mountains:
and we feel the need to exalt its Creator!
At night, we stare at it with astonishing silence,
wishing to be immortal...to gaze into it evermore!
We are delicate flowers withering away,
lamenting an unfair fate without any delight in tomorrow;
hoping to outlive every season...seasons
that quickly come and go
with an inexplicable haste!
These lives are delicate flowers
that offer youth a brief beauty,
then they lose their freshness...to become non-existent!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
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The day is folding
like moths as they close their wings
skies fade to crimson
with butterfly reflections...
and fireflies gather night
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