Butterflies Poems - Poems about Butterflies

I am grateful for butterflies… I adhere to the Native American point of view that if you whisper a wish to a butterfly there’s a good chance that wish will come true… I’ve done this many times and I have to say… how often I’ve been surprised… which is great because I have a lot of wishes left… and there are a...

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Every time we marvel at the beauty of the butterflies… and a smile lights up our face we should also marvel at all the changes it took to get them to this place ...

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BUTTERFLY IN THE RAIN If you read my poems I’m sure you can tell by the words I use how often my child and adult are uniting… but there are times, like today, when the adult in me takes a break and I let my child do the writing. It’s not that I don’t appreciate his input (yes this is...

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Breath Nuance Light Dark Dappled sunlight casting shadows I see you before me Riding bareback An elegant mare Swishing her tail through tall dry grasses Chocolate fur Gliding us to new beginnings A subtle breeze almost imperceptible Your hair blowing gently Haloed by glittering light, pollen and promises The savanna an alive carpet You turn to eye me A knowing glance A beckoning A calling A soundless kiss finds me My...

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butterflies and bees pollinating the flowers spreading new beauty ...

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Some time just before the sunset, When the butterflies were gone, The moon was on its way, There was no eclipse, but it felt that way When there was darkness all around, A beam entered in their life, Turning the time around, With 11:11, no longer on the clock Beneath the sun's glaze, we often turn blind eye, While seeing the perspective through...

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Under the velvet sky where stars dance like butterflies of light, A man is born from the dream of eternity, like a flower from the serene night, Sculpted from the silent shadows of time, floating on the endless sea, Traveling through the waves of destiny, an existence crafted from mystery. His breath is a warm breeze caressing the green...

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Now I keep a dead rose in my pocket pressed in old pages of a faded book. To hold you like a palm stone of garnet I’ve stuck you right inside the story’s hook. A frozen bud I can see how we met, feel my gut fall with that very first look. I peered into those dark skies of...

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we are nothing but butterflies flying for a day but thinking it’s forever wings soft as what we never say hearts light but the silence heavy time slips like threads unraveling steady love lives loud in a whisper’s disguise sunset in our chest while the morning dies we kiss like we’re carving our names in the breeze but breath forgets it doesn't beg doesn't plead our shadows stretch thin where the light won’t...

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In a world where words are butterflies of light dancing at dawn, The poet becomes an alchemist of shadow, transmuting silence into gold, A beacon spreading its ray through the waves of time's mist, Critic of society, he digs deep into the soil of ignorance with a silver quill. Verses flow like a river of stars through the eternal...

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"We must say, goodbye to winter but do not be sad. It will come back again next year with a big smile and plenty of snow. Now we welcome Spring to enjoy." By Poet Winter can be very cold, the wind will sing and be very bold. The ground is covered with fluffy snow, to play in as the...

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From obscurity come the strangers Fading away, like old dangers. Walking the street of flowers more people pass every hour A few are pleasantry exchangers. Near my porch, robin sings Beautiful music for summer swing! Red berries in a bowl Kelly green butterfles, on patrol Noontime's for swaying and musing. Passersby, smiles of the moment Starry eyes, upon distance fervent! Jasmine fragrance in the air Pink hummingbird is...

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As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on...

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~ She chased a pretty butterfly, the field a minty green With Salvia and Baby's Breath, a watercolor scene As fast as her two feet could run, she touched its silken wing, so vivid, a kaleidoscope, a stained-glass kind of thing When suddenly the grasses swayed, she felt herself ascend Then laughed as every tree below began to twist and bend It seemed that something magical had happened 'fore...

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From the drab green-brown worm of caterpillars and pupae, Emerges the phosphorescent butterfly so pleasing to the eye! But, why oh why, are butterflies so superbly colorful, That we admire the fleeting flutters and flashes as wonderful? Is it to say: "Be warned I'm toxic don't you dare eat me!" Is it to attract a mate or mimic leaves, or...

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