Butterflies Poems

Butterflies poems bring the best collection of short and long butterflies poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great butterflies rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these butterflies poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on butterflies are here for you.

Butterflies!

Butterflies! short poem

End of gold, and the clear sky turns black from blue, begins to cry; A pall of gloom as far my sight, the brightest day, darker than night. I pass my gaze over the awashed way, brilliant colours all, all

Butterflies

Butterflies short poem

They fill my stomach, block its sky lIke reams of paper hasserai acid shades of autumn leaves sent aloft without a breeze they cloud my brain they rain, un-rain and rain again. and stall each lane of acumen thrashing, crashing,

Shattered Butterflies

Shattered Butterflies short poem

One deep breath of what yet lies, Dream’s of shattered butterflies. For like myself their wings are torn, Silently broken they fly in mourn. Blade’s of silver shining in the light, Scarlet blood on my wrists, feels right. Flowing beads.

Where Do The Butterflies Go

Where Do The Butterflies Go long poem

Tears of dews drop glistening Breaks the days of dawn Caterpillars shedding shells cocoon Seedlings awaken up with yawn The little fairies quaintly appear Dancing their dances, all the day long But, where do the butterflies dance to When the

Like One Day’s Butterflies

Like One Days Butterflies short poem

Like one day’s butterflies We take flight from our shell And wandering nowhere Front of a window finally we dwell, Which opening a little lets us see Brief passion that doesn’t feed Like one day’s butterflies We grovel for years

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A Storm Of Fire

A Storm Of Fire prose poem

Spring time and rain blooming of flowers purple haze of a storm on the horizon gray is mixed above the cloudline memories of you and me becoming one as A Storm of Fire passion melting like fervent heat butterflies in

Poems containing references to : Butterflies

To My Husband With Love

To My Husband With Love short poem

You filled my heart with memories The old memories are as sweet as honey I wish to transform myself to a butterfly. My wings should be lovely It should be pretty with shining colors To me, you are precious. I

Bliss

Bliss short poem

A blue flower contorts its petals and distorts the morning mist with its heady fragrance …. love emerges from the dew kissed lips of a beauty crystal string of pearls sparkle the nape of a damsel in love the serene

Beautiful Creation

Beautiful Creation prose poem

A little fairy popped her head from a beautiful little house A glistening rainbow in a shimmering sky felt elated a scream slipped by Oh what a beauty and the rainbow caught the glimpse of the little fairy shouted with

Social Awkwardness

Social Awkwardness long poem

It’s tough to explain this situation To all those that are around with me It’s like a blockade, an inhibition I want to say hi, but I can’t set the words free When I meet so many souls all at

Childhood Days

Childhood Days short poem

I miss my dear friend and childhood days; Catching butterflies with sun’s rays. I miss your pulling my pony tail; Not doing homework and showing face pale. I remember your being punished for my sake ; Sharing even the last

The Nature Of Things

The Nature Of Things short poem

  Come morning I battle with flight or fright The start of righting wrongs, The splatter among these trees And fields that have been driven passed up In search of more than sugarcanes I still feel the butterflies How lithe things

I Saw You

I Saw You short poem

‘I saw you standing beside the tree Surrounded by lush of greenery A beauty, that everyone would be Jealous ,to this pleasure, that I see As gentle winds whispers tenderly At nearby hills and through the valley The meadow glows

Green to Amber then Red

Green to Amber then Red short poem

The green butterflies sometimes look light blue in the sun The lemon and lime leaves touch the sky and reflections come The brown tree trunks stand so very tall with branches that winds make hum The moss is like velvet

For A Daydreamer

For A Daydreamer short poem

‘Yes, I will sing of thee, So dear to me’s the theme, And distant years shall hear the lay By mountain, vale and stream..’ – Charles Spence, Perthshire, 1898 White Campion flower soaked fields in summer, They choreograph in the

Dead Flesh

Dead Flesh prose poem

My inability to get hurt Like dead flesh It doesn’t hurt like a fresh rose When stomped Dead flesh sees future Of being hung After cut for steaks.. It doesn’t complain or Can it complain after being dead? Feathers ceded

O! Tree

O! Tree short poem

With roots wrinkled and parched, standing upright bluntly and lifelessly, And the green cloak being lost and you adore a thin skin of brown rusty bark falling in bits and pieces. The long chain of ants are seen no more

Story Of A Butterfly

Story Of A Butterfly short poem

On a bright summer afternoon, Sometime around July I saw something like a cocoon, About to be a butterfly At the break of the night, On the 16th day It took its first flight, Towards the skies far away With

Him And Her

Him And Her short poem

As I stare into his eyes, my heart beats crazy fast. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Her eyes sparkle, like the stars above us, as her gaze makes my heart

For Loss Of Words

For Loss Of Words prose poem

This is my portrait of you. It speaks to me in strange, colored verses, in whispered codes of ancient languages. I often get that illusion. You are not easy to ignore. I’ve long studied its dog-eared corners, one by one,

This Little Heart

This Little Heart long poem

Yesterday as I was walking, talking to myself, thinking, pondering, My head was like a carousel! With a song in my head, As I walked past the field of wild fern, the one I daily walk by, I watched these

The Soldier’s Funeral

The Soldiers Funeral short poem

A breeze moves gently Through the long grass Disturbing not a blade. The only sound I hear As they lay me in the ground Are the sounds of butterflies. I listen closely. I hear a dew drop fall Lightly to

He is flowering

He is flowering short poem

His sadness is flowering into something so beautiful, Those who utter its name will burst into an ecstasy of butterflies, His emptiness is ripening into a fruit that is so full, Those who touch it will arrive beyond the gate

Bitter Tropics

Bitter Tropics short poem

It wasn’t me who invented love by ignorance the same way the painter doesn’t have the heart to mix pure colors it was there in the times when I used to swot the differences between useful, beautiful and pleasing first

Early Morning Silence

Early Morning Silence prose poem

A car zipped through the early morning silence bursting in sound the stillness of sunrise Sol emerged in golden rays cast upon the new day A robin hopped as though dancing in rhythm to ‘The Dawn Chorus’ who woke the

Who am I?

Who am I? short poem

I am someone who is as simple as ABC; yet as complicated as physics,chemistry The mere praises of people never thrill me; but the ones who love me for what I am does I like smiling at the butterflies dancing

A Joyful Melody

A Joyful Melody short poem

There in the beautiful garden where a joyful melody played and the flowers were happy with such musical day. Some dressed in pink and others In blue, roses were red and violets were blue, all of them in harmony danced

This Is Not A Poem

This Is Not A Poem long poem

This is not a poem but a misunderstood flower, Lost on a platform where the trains only go into autumn. This is not a poem but a dilapidated city, Where no one will ever again remember to hum. This is

Where’s That First Love Sparkle In Your Face?

Where’s That First Love Sparkle In Your Face? long poem

A new day is down in the horizon and the radiant of the sun breaks through the cloudy overcast of the shadows of the night and the spell of a rainy bout The flowers break forth into a blossom scarlet

I Feel You!..

I Feel You!.. long poem

I Feel You!… I feel you in everything… in the glorious nights inside your incandescent eyes where butterflies knit my dreams and compass my heartbeats. I feel you in everything… while resting your sigh in the corner of a letter

Indian Paintbrush (My Favorite Wildflower)

Indian Paintbrush (My Favorite Wildflower) short poem

In early spring, The Indian Paintbrush, A lush plant, Begins appearing in every color of the spectrum. Continually blooming throughout the summer, Across Dad’s trap-line. The spectrum of colors, Indicate the different minerals that are found in the soil. The

Mind Travel

Mind Travel prose poem

Are you willing to travel further than the end of your seat? Then let us begin our journey into the unknown parts of your mind that words can repeat I give to you a pebble to make it real for

Never Die

Never Die short poem

Just when I had lost all hopes, I saw a shining light, My empty life was bright, And I held the heavenly ropes. The darkness turned to bright blue skies, The numbness was cracked, My life was filled with butterflies,

Alone

Alone short poem

Loneliness is a quirky companion. Sometimes plunging you into cold depths, where death and despair awaits And in a single beat of the heart Lifts you to the skies of delirious joy, taking you for a spin among the stars.

Ode To Kimono Dance

Ode To Kimono Dance ode

Rainbow-colored butterflies fluttering around- And shades of spring, are the kimono girls Dark like blackbirds and ravens are their hair Fair is their skin, round like the full moon Their eyes like stars of Arabian nights glow Their dance gentle

Heaven In A Wildflower

Heaven In A Wildflower short poem

Have you ever spent some of your time gazing at an alpine meadow filled to overflowing will delicate wildflowers ? Notice the wild bees, and multicolored butterflies galore. These seasoned insects couldn’t ask for more! The essence and absolute beauty

Heaven In A Wildflower

Heaven In A Wildflower short poem

Heaven in a Wildflower Have you ever spent some of your time gazing at an alpine meadow filled to overflowing will delicate wildflowers ? Notice the wild bees, and multi-coloured butterflies galore. These seasoned insects couldn’t ask for more! The

The Flowers Of Your Garden

The Flowers Of Your Garden short poem

You were my second chance or so I thought I was fragile and scarred when we crossed paths Emerging from a Summer of anguish and regret you caught me off guard Love was not on my list of healing remedies

Room Of The Poet

Room Of The Poet prose poem

Getting into the room of a poet is like entering the cell of a prison unknowingly the prisoner… but you must keep quiet… because, such is the freedom of being kept behind bars, myriads of butterflies of freedom sleep there

Wilderness Sanctuary

Wilderness Sanctuary short poem

On a tapestry of alpine wildflowers A variety of butterflies,from big Monarch To tiny mauve colored and dainty,flit about From flower to flower. Wild roses creating an aromatic boundary Around this pristine alpine wildflower carpeted Meadow. Truly enhancing! Sunshine, flooding

Ghost Town

Ghost Town short poem

When you used to live here, The morning came early, Because in the night we would watch the moon And see it blink into the sun. The streets were filled with rainbow colors. The birds sang to golden quivers That

Stranger to your mysteries

Stranger to your mysteries long poem

It so happens. these days, I come to you with forgotten sails, with abandoned poems, with a heart worn away by the salt of this world. It so happens that I arrive at your door empty-handed. I have nothing to

I Never Fell In Love With You

I Never Fell In Love With You prose poem

I never fell in love with you Not even the first time I asked if you wanted to see a movie And you looked up at me with that smile and said, “Are you asking me on a date?” And

Dreams And Persistence

Dreams And Persistence long poem

In the steadiest motion few dainty butterflies Rose in the air, gave your eyes a big surprise You, enchanted, rubbed your hands to prepare For the hunt, your clever preys were but unaware Of the plans that in your cunning