Best Mariposa Poems

Butterfly
painted lady
spread your wings

Thighs of color
pose your love

I light
candle flame
for you
I am
consumed by fire

Since my house
has burned down
I can see
the moon more clearly

I gaze upon
your...

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The Mexican Monarch
You may see them passing by 
On their spiral flight, through the sky
You might see the North American Mariposa
While on your patio enjoying...

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Standing in the meadow 
Looking up at old Half Dome 
Watching deer meandering 
Across the front porch of their home. 

So many years ago 
When...

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(Lights dim, single spotlight illuminates the speaker, dressed in simple attire. Voice starts trembling, building in intensity)

Can forgiveness mend
a childhood, mine 
fractured in the dark?...

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May your days be filled with happiness, joy and laughter
Always know I love you, a poem is what I’ll gift forever after
You’re  in my...

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In Deutschland they're called Schmetterling 
Mariposa down in Spain,
And although they're called, by different names
They're really quiet the same 
Borboleta sounds like fun to say
and...

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yam yam I went to the store to buy six eggs
and twelve cans of club soda
campari tomatoes smiling at me
I love my negroni and can...

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Me ilusionaba al estar en vasta y ambigua espera
Para saber si eras o no,
Para ver si aceptabas mis reclamos equívocos…

Me ilusionaba, al tener cirios desconcertantes,
Al...

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purple majesty
mariposa violet
truly uplifting...

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The Butterfly


O butterfly, o butterfly
how and by whom did you come by
your name? Theories abound yet all
ring hollow and improbable.
Least credible, if not absurd,
it’s based...

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In Spain, it’s mariposa.
In Poland, you’ll hear motyl.
One says borboleta in balmy Brazil.

Pulali are a plenty around exotic Nepal. 
“Come here pretty farfalla!” in Italy,...

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There's a fine line between fortune and fame 
I was riding with the Devil till my horse went lame 
I was all alone till loneliness...

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camino el silencia
una caida en el techo
redoble de tambor
estoy libre ahora
como un pajaro
la amo
estoy dando la bien venida
ellas es amable
el baile de tierra seca
su toque...

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“Te quiero mucho mi hermosa mariposa” 
 
What of the fire that burns hearts
into a dust that refuses to shake
from the bones of lovers? 
...

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Bela é a borboleta
                   belo é o...

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