Butterfly Metamorphosis Poems | Examples
These Butterfly Metamorphosis poems are examples of Metamorphosis poems about Butterfly. These are the best examples of Metamorphosis Butterfly poems written by international poets.
In a stage of metamorphosis,
I abide.
within cocooned life,
feeling stifled.
With patience,
I embrace transformation
Gathering strength
for a mighty triumph.
Yes,
the cocoon fiber is tougher,
than any in the world out.
One fine day,
I'll emerge
bold and strong,
immune and resilient,
a journey prolonged.
Yet,
with a heart gentler.
A metamorphosis complete,
a soul reborn.
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A dormant bud bursts into flower.
A seed bursts its coat, to germinate.
The sun breaks through clouds, to dawn a new day
A caterpillar pupates, to emerge as a butterfly, beautiful.
Metamorphosis is so engaging,
reshaping and transforming,
what we are, to what we can be,
to what we can become,
It's so becoming!
window opened wide
lo, the butterfly process ---
I start my struggle
From egg to larva or caterpillar
emerging to pupa or chrysalis,
comes nice butterfly : process seems thriller.
Transformation termed metamorphosis.
Womb to birth : next phases of life to pass
fooled by deep delusion or illusion
on continued efforts to surpass
ignorance, reaching illumination.
Sometimes life floating or sinking in lust ,
embowered by selfishness and malice
waiting for full formation to out burst.
Consciousness to wake, not being enticed.
When misdirected, going through crisis,
Blessings from above are sure to shower.
Cosmic cycle on metamorphosis.
Universe holds energy and power.
Like free butterfly to suck pure nectar:
After demise, soul on bilocation,
sips divine wine in different sector :
Metamorphosis with evolution.
"Line of inquiry: blessings from above, transformed lust
to love, delusion to illumination, earth-heaven bilocation."
Like a reborn butterfly I have transformed into me,
it is a metamorphosis journey;
some days calm some stormy,
and by the divine grace of God I am. . .all I can be.
Beyond these earthly bounds up in that hereafter,
God is watching me from above;
and knowing I am truly loved,
I can life change letting all the unwanted stuff scatter.
There have been times in my life of wanton divine lust,
of a thirst, hunger and desire;
and times of love, heart on fire,
of affection, respect, devotion, delight and sublime trust.
I am often lost in fantasy and daydream delusions,
it is my escape from this world;
and from dreams poems unfurl,
to illuminate my life with rays of sunshine illusions.
One day I will leave earth this place of dirt and dust,
to dwell in a nirvana paradise;
it will be perfect and so nice,
each day I talk to my friend God. Oh, that is a must.
I see myself strolling heaven's lovely gardens with him;
in a state of bilocation discussing the sweet and the grim
Old Man Winter grumbled and frowned,
Said, "Spring's taking way too long to come 'round!"
But a robin, so bold, chirped up from a tree,
"Relax, grumpy Gus, change is the key!”
Flowers peeked out, with a shy little smile,
Said, "Winter, don't fret, we'll be here a while!"
The grumpy old man, with a huff and a puff,
Melted away in a sunshiny fluff.
Caterpillars wiggled, "We're tired of this crawl,
Time to transform, and answer the call!"
They spun silken cocoons, hung high in the breeze,
And emerged as butterflies, flitting with ease.
Rivers they rushed, with a gurgling glee,
Carving new paths, to the welcoming sea.
The mountains stood tall, with a wisdom untold,
Whispered, "Change is the story, both young and old.”
The sun dipped low, with a fiery goodbye,
But promised to rise, with a brand new sky.
The stars winked and twinkled, then faded from sight,
Knowing the dawn brings a beautiful light.
Change, it isn't scary, it's nature's delight,
A constant refreshing, both day and night.
So shed what you must let go of the past,
Embrace the new season, that's here to outlast!
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 bright,
With hues of joy and life untold,
A splash of crimson, taking flight,
A heart of gold, both brave and bold.
You rest upon a bed of blooms,
Their fragrance sweet, your touch so light,
A gentle soul, dispelling gloom,
Embracing the day with all your might.
The blue backdrop, a calming sky,
Reflects the peace you bring to earth,
A silent prayer, a whispered sigh,
A testament to rebirth.
So fly, dear butterfly, be free,
Soar high above and touch the sun,
A reminder that we all can be,
Transformed by love, when all is done.
I've been inside my cocoon
For so long
I'm going to crawl right out
And show the world
What I'm about.
Why should I let life
Continue to pass me by?
Don't gasp
When you see me
Spreading these wings
I'm going to fly
And dominate the space
beneath the sky.
I, like the Phoenix rising out of the ashes, here I am again
A rainbow hiding in the clouds after an early morning rain
A diamond buried underneth tons of useless rock
A new battery in an old rusted clock
An old house being repainted in a bright hue
Old,worn out furniture being replaced with new
A tree turning green and budding with flowers in the spring
A frisbee in a forgotten closet that you can still fling
A caterpillar in a cocoon waiting to change
Like different types of flowers I need to rearrange
I feel like I'm climbing a treacherous mountain, trying to get to the top
Sometimes I feel like a merry-go-round that just won't stop
Ah Life!-it awakens the senses and hardens the heart
And breaks you out of your cocoon gradually devouring each part
It changes you not into a moth you were many years gone by
But emerges you as a beautiful, free butterfly
he came towards me in the darkness
as though just walking by
his eyes were large and luminous
and he wore a butterfly tie
and those butterflies were moving
rhythmically pulsing things
that drew my eyes towards them
towards their moving wings
and suddenly they were flying
I could hear the wind sigh
as they whirled and swirled
and I heard the stranger cry
and shiver and quiver and fade
then just a pile of cloth
was where he’d stood
and a large and luminous moth
an awesome yet
enthralling sight
was climbing away
up into the night
and I stood there bewildered
and fearful in that lane
wondering and doubting
if I were still sane
I still don’t know
to this very day
but that memory will
just not go away
these dark nights now
I never walk alone
the night is full of perils
for a being on its own
he’d come towards me in the darkness
as though just walking by
his eyes were large and luminous
and he’ d worn a butterfly tie
once motes on the leaf
now creepy caterpillars
soon flying colors
THE RUDIMENTS OF WINGS
Barely stubs,
these soul nodules,
not yet protruding the surface,
still part of the wormlike me.
The force of metamorphosis
thrusts hard against filmy chrysalis;
meconium pulses, dilating miniscule veins.
The terror of change soon will cease,
bring release,
to the rudiments of wings.
February 24, 2022
She is realizing now that,
Destiny had to take its course.
Her final stage of metamorphosis.
The caterpillar had to die,
To free the butterfly.
Her time has come.
To spread her wings and fly.
Negativity falling on deaf ears.
Embracing her life without fears.
Breaking free from all her insecurities,
Receiving with grace her blessings.
She has the wind under her wings,
Helping her to reach her dreams.
Sunrays bathing her face.
Giving her light for the darker days.
As fragile people think, she is,
She has a lioness personality.
The heroine of her story.
She slayed dragons victoriously.
Bold and brave she can say,
I can face challenges any day.
words lay eggs on paper.
in time,
they break their prison shells,
crawl out,
eat and fatten
but may sneak out like hermits
meditate
in the hard crusts
of silence
at the end of Metamorphosis,
they flit round
like butterflies
moving in crisscross patterns
before our
perceptive eyes!
chrysalis of change
pupating ~ outgrown old pals
time to seek new mates
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