Butterfly Metaphor Poems

Summer Dream
Note: This is Ms Huang's first poem and English is a second language, so helpful comments are welcomed and encouraged.
(This was a collaboration in...

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She is a Pacific ocean 
Tranquil from outside
tumultuous from with in
 
         Shallow it seems from the...

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  As heartrose epitaphs
swathe earthly echoes
   with swelled up  w a v e s
  of spiritual sirens,
sea-fairies collide
  with...

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“In situations of captivity the perpetrator becomes the most powerful person in the life of the victim, and the psychology of the victim is shaped...

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Yesterday, 
when there was clarity,
I arose resembling 
the flames of sunrise.
Like an articulate artist, 
entranced in nature,
I painted fluorescent hues 
upon her butterfly wings.
Together we...

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I may be a caterpillar now,
Every step I take will be slow.
I may be ugly or failing right now,
But, I’ll do my best to grow.

I...

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Life is never a planned ride
      on a magical carpet,
that awakens jasmine
dreams lost in the brisk air.
We weave our own...

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Gently smile along when the flowers grin;
Freely fly along when butterflies glide
Divulge the veiled exuberance within;
Set your worldly tribulations aside.

Pace along with ever ebullient breeze;
Crazily...

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Written: January 07, 2024
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eyes are soul gates    ...

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I want to get lost with you
in a valley of singing sunflowers,
where I wish they bloom
as your luminous laughter in immortal hues.
My butterfly heart wants...

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With long sharp noses the blue bloods drew
Sword engraved with legal cuts
Under the roses the butterflies flew
The emperors, they were called
Still touched the world in...

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I'm an emerald
echo of earth's
caterpillar, a
camouflaging
hiatus of muse
midst karmic rainstorms.
Enslaved to jealous
stars flaming within 
infernal wings,
I yearn to spellbind
sacred heaven's throne, 
chasing subconscious 
liberty in...

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I’m not afraid of rejection 
I’m afraid of the phoenix that will rise from my spine with the threat of treason 
Suppress the flame and...

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When nylon nights
trade crystal colours 
in the stalls of nimble 
butterfly wings, 
I blossom as an 
irenic origami 
fervently fabricated 
with snowflakes of 
greedy gloom,...

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     " In titanium haze of love,
             truth is...

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