Butterfly Poems | Examples of Butterfly Poetry

You are like a restless butterfly but you pick the flowers that are only true. That's why I love you. You are so joyful but don't collect friends like a fool and hunger for your own celebration on the Facebook zoo. That's why I love you. You love your country and an artist of its art, you are so possessive to protect and always keep...

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Blue butterfly ballerina offered herself as sacrifice Because she is selfless, wise, and extremely nice The butterflies used her as their stepping stone To get to other destinations, some unknown She was their inspiration, she gave great advice Like I already said, blue butterfly ballerina was quite nice The butterflies used her to bounce off ideas and such Each liking her in...

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Chapters throughout the time as I tweak. The below-mentioned chapters segments of Seasons endured. Time in connection with deadends one way Itineraries related to continued everyday life Unchangingtwists and turns, facing phobias, Adjustments. Desiring resiliency. Chapters Day-to-day events mold us into reinforcement of one's fears to continue and not give up. On the crossroads of the endings sometimes Contrast to beginnings. Chapters...

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In the deep silence of thoughts, where the poet's soul flutters like a butterfly caught in winds, He carves his path through the shadows of a culture that swallows him, relentless, unforgiving, A son of words, a bastion of verse that refuses to be shaped by the hands of time, He stands before the storm, bare-chested, unwavering, seeking...

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Viceroy butterfly, remarkable dead ringer for the Monarch eggs overwinter, a rolled-up leaf copying their mother's motif ...

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~ The shadows are colorless - give them soft edges ~ ...

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Scavenging squirrels search for acorns, scratching old stumps from trees. Scampering up my sugar maple, they steal my bird feeder seeds. Sleepy salamanders wake from their slumber to sleep on slippery stones, searching for a spider lunch and a muddy new home Pigeons flock together to peacefully perch on an old brick church. Puddles are for...

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What lesson this, God's gift to humankind, this nitid imago sent to spellbind? Should I see through His eyes a thousandfold, the dazzling blue flitting of love untold. A grace. A gift from Heaven, angels sing. This unspoken Truth of Hope on the wing....

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Caesar... then Pompey... marvel… sense the butterflies... … monarchy's absence ...

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Today I took my usual daily walk, All alone, with no friend or other folk. The breeze was kind with clouds a bit gray, And people around passed in a rushed way. Beneath the sky upon a patch of ground, I saw a sight that made me spin a round. A butterfly so bright nothing could hide, Struggled to escape the sun...

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Butterfly in the dark Butterfly oh butterfly do your wings still glow Through troubles and problems does your light lead you home ? Or are you lost when in the dark when the problems cloak you too much to go home Butterfly in the dark can your light lead me back home or have my problems...

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We in this game for two When you don't feel like playing Then the games over And I'd not want us to leave it just yet I know you've fallen and you don't have the energy to get up But let's lie down and watch the skies together And you can hold my hand I know you tired to the knees For going down...

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1st Place Winner As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is...

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A kaleidoscope of paper-thin wings, as fragile as spun sugar, weave a serpentine dance along the weathered, rugged stone steps. Swallowed up by the blinding light in their wake, each wingbeat leaves only the faintest ripple—barely a sigh— that once painted their fleeting existence. ...

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