Butterfly Free Verse Poems

      Crumbly candles are so stormy,
              ...

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The frolic boughs of trees tremble,
butterfly-latticed leaves flutter 
in the trail of summer squall, 
where the feisty forest plays with foliage.
Don’t make your mind 
a...

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#moon in Scorpio... 
As a result,
poesie naturally gravitated
toward intimate situations
that allowed her free reign 
to openly express herself. 

After I gave her psychoanalysis
I found her...

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The heart can carry pain like a talisman.
Warding off further pain.
Encased in hebetude.
Wallowed in a plethora of flummox.
Like a butterfly in chrysalis.
A radiant sapphire evanescent.
Rhapsodic...

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Rose red, white, pink, or yellow, is not merely a rose.
It has the beauty and fragrance to hypnotize us all,
Jasmine and Gardenia have fragrance so...

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Your onyx hair curled and cascaded wild, 
some swirled in the stream of craving squall, 
some laced the lilting lattice of lust 
on your forehead...

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When silence speaks in broken dialects, to harmonize hurt, 
I ponder, would the sky unravel synonyms for serenity, 
amidst piercing thunder that strikes through raining...

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The light is more present than it use to be.
Spiderweb hopes hang heavy with dew tears -
Resilient against the odds!
The frost finger fears: a threat...

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"Treasure Box"

The etymologist considered "themselves" singular;

like a butterfly collector they pulled the pincushion 
out from the treasure box and proceeded to capture words
pinning them to...

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finally out at last...
spent seven 'daze'
in the hospital...
was blacking out
collapsing in a haze...
an 'imp' proved 
to be bacterial...
noticeably better now
glad to be back...

stan lee

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 I am the cascading radiance,
 between apricot glows of gloaming,
when mauve mists shift,
mirroring sage seas of love, 
I look beyond silvery skies
  whilst...

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Nervous I sat,
waiting to be called.
I wasn’t sure what it was he said,
but it meant a lot to me.
Then I realized,
he was not talking to...

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Your flushing face winsome in the wild wind, 
the ebony strands of hair insolent, flutter unbridled.
Some swirl squally, threading the gushing gale,
on the ivory forehead...

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The dazzling dawn lights up my heart’s horizon, 
spreads the sensuous spectrum of luring longing
on the gorgeous blooming garden flushed with my love,
swathing the facsimile...

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butterflies
graceful dancers
painting colors in the sky
fluttering wings of sheer delight
transformation
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