Short Butterfly Bush Poems

Short Butterfly Bush Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Butterfly Bush by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Butterfly Bush by length and keyword.


Premium Member Butterfly Bush

Iridescent blooms,

                                          linger lavender or peach.

                                                Butterflies alight.
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Butterflies In Soft Summer Breeze

Great sunlight needed for life Butterfly with gorgeous hues Commas kiss Butterfly Bush Grasping memories
Russell Sivey Entrant into Gail Doyle's "A Butterfly's Trail Of Kisses" contest 3/31/2012
Form: Dodoitsu

Premium Member Lasting Summer

butterfly bush blooms such pink and purple colors green like late summer lavender sunshine in floral scents wandering cream clouds pondering striking hummingbird in deep purple and rubies butterfly beauties eternal evening of scenes silver like full moon rosy afternoons
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Buddleia - the Butterfly Bush

Don’t plant cabbages near your buddleia bush
Not unless you want cabbages turned into mush
The butterflies love buddleia but they love cabbages too
And the baby caterpillars won’t want to share them with you
So take my advice and plant cabbages well away
Then you will have some leaves for your dinner today

Jan Allison
28th June 2014
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Blue

Blue the color of the brilliant boundless sky
   To look at the heavens with a heartfelt sigh.

Blue of the vast briny ocean
   Teeming with marine life always in motion.

Blue feathers of an iridescent hummingbird,
   Large Blue Macaw parrot or beautiful musical bluebird.

Blue spring   vibrant   Empire Blue Butterfly Bush
   Attracting winged pollinators scented cush.

Blue color gives out a feel of peace, tranquility,
   And quiescence serenity.


3/13/2024
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: List


Premium Member Cerulean Sunday

a cool breezes moves across the leaves 
 of the butterfly bush and walnut tree
 they are waving in the green of lawn 
 the radiant cerulean sky
 the home of humming birds and bees
 I wonder how I will spend the time left 
 not watching angry news and lies
 what will time allow
 what will the weeks, months or years  be 
 how will I spend them 
 what will my body allow me
 more than my quandary
 more than just my pondering
 indeed for all of us I sense
 a timeless mystery.
Form: Rhyme

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