Dance Butterfly Poems

O my glorious rival in love,
For I fell in the cosmic river of yours. 
I flew in the rhythm of darkness within, 
For finding my...

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The Flower and the Butterfly

In the subtle softness of dawn’s embrace,
A tender flower reclines upon her garden bed,
Enshrouded in the veil of morning mist,
Which caress...

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 Spring's alluring tune put butterflies in flight
 and make daffodils dance with delight,
 A gentle breeze, and leaves sigh
 Beneath azure sky.
 From trees...

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The price of delayed gratification 

In the currency of patience, we pay the toll,
For the price of delayed gratification takes its toll.
We sacrifice the present...

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Valhalla 

rest day
Sunday is the day of rest for most people
except for cooks, servers, and housewives 
They have Mondays
that day hasn't got many customers ...

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Fluttering tissue paper colourful painted Lady
Belle of the Ball Queen of the day
Shows her colours
In a flirtatious exotic dance  
Entice the flowers
To open and...

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Ineffably, I explore the width of the earth, my sillage an ode to life. Smile of serenity.
I lotus, exude wisdom as I age in stage,...

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My joy surrounds me with character 
beauty essence I bow to the on lookers 
I dance to the sweetest sound all over town  
of...

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A wild green mass

Full of flowers and butterfly's 

Full trees, bushes and grass 

But then it all dies 

A dark, lost world 

Polluted beyond repair...

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Who was a family show singer,
when her young daughter tried to be a dead ringer.
He brought her to life,
then she became  his wife.

 
Her...

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In the realm where love intertwines with gain,
Bouquets and brands, a capitalist's terrain.
Gucci labels and bags, symbols of might,
Love's currency measured in material delight.

Flowers exchanged...

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In the dance of shadows, secrets unfold,
A controversial tale, daring and bold.

A shadow's embrace, a silent connection,
Whispers of obsession, a hidden reflection.

Stalking in rhythm, a...

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A creature of metamorphosis,
From lowly worm to wings of grace,
A symbol of hope and new beginnings,
A flitting dance in nature's space.

Your wings, a canvas painted...

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I write because I love to write,  
writing for a contest makes me think.  
My imagination and creativity come alive,  
as the...

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On an early day in late spring,
as dragonflies dance and birds sing,
on top a dock where I've grown fond,
butterflies gather by the pond

Cattails sway in...

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