Butterfly Poems | Examples of Butterfly Poetry

Inspiration for this poem is Ruby Tuesday by The Stones for Contest Sponsored by: Oliver Mckeithan 22/6/25 If you want to name me, call me butterfly. I need to be free as the birds flying by. Its not that my ego surged. Its just that I have emerged. I am unchained, and look what I've gained. A paradox of wandering...

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**Therapy Session** Some people insist that a demon exists within all of us. A rapist is nothing more than a thief, And it's clear that some public defenders Don’t have more intelligence than their clients. Remember, you are not obligated to serve as a juror in every case. With that understanding, creating a mental trend becomes straightforward. It's astonishing...

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Love you shine day and night, sending your light into our thoughts. Spreading your love with words, that sound kind and have some thought. Like a director in a movie, your words echo with power, like a bird singing near the window. That try to direct the listeners with the power of your voice, making all...

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

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In a room with four walls, where light dies like a trapped butterfly, stands a mirror, a glass doll, with silver lashes that lie beautifully, it whispers to me that I am enough, that my shadow dances, that I am not lost, with sweet words, poisoned honey, telling me I have purpose, that I'm not behind, that the world...

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You left this world a better place Your soul is purest light solid gold No longer concerned with human race Up above beyond the earthly trolls White wind blows in your gentle kiss Butterfly wings remind me of you In red heart it’s you we miss As we sit staring at sky black or blue In stars above you thrive my love No lavender...

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headstrong Bogong moths find their mountains far away ~ star gazing gurus...

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Hello, my final words, sucked into a snow swirl but I stutter and look up, and see wings rapidly take off and flutter, from a cloudy cup Tell me darkest secrets of the black butterfly that has came close to death. We don't need another chance but the cherished memories, of a knight and the lance, his lady and last breaths. ...

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Don't get me wrong the Olympic men's 50m butterfly was going along swimmingly strong but I wonder why or was it a blunder when the metaphorical rug was pulled out from under by some infernal fool who removed the plug from the bottom of the pool while down the water went was it hell-bent or heaven-sent as what was to be gained when after it drained puzzled spectators and...

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You never bothered to inform That flowers of life go on to decay As time and the alike storm, sways away. So I crafted my crown... Exquisitely out of plastic flowers And now I'll wear it through the years Till the colours fade and the fabric tears....

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She flutters through the velvet air, A whisper, soft without a care, In every room her laughter flies— The radiant, rare social butterfly. With charm that flows like vintage wine, She draws the world in every line. A wink, a word, a glance, a smile, She makes the mundane worthwhile. No corner's dark when she appears, She mends the awkward, calms the fears. Each stranger's...

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Reach for the eternal urged my brain Beauty’s a battle; kisses, marathons Butterflies flee their cocoons, wings wet in June A...

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noonday sunshine butterfly wings pause, alight in the shade… northerly haze these days ...

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As I speak with strong intent, in my world shall there be illumination the pyramid of all seeing Truth! Shall I see it's eye As I speak with strong intent, let my world be radiant with rainbows of hope ! Every single day, shall I see its eye....

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A Room Full of Unwritten Poems A room— Quite not real though, Not built of woods or bricks, Structured with the unfinished and unwritten verses, Smeared by weathering paint, More like an echo left without the speaker. Swaying curtains, now getting silenced. Door hinges rusted, creaking— But in my mind, It’s just similar to those small giggles and laughs Left behind by the envied person. Envy because...

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