Papillon Poems

Papillon poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of papillon poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on papillon are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

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,

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Love Forever

Love Forever short poem

You and me Two different entities Each bound by our own creations Yet our love has made us one. Two souls became one Without any differentiation We carry our life Like the two banks of the same river Never meeting

It Happens Just Like That

It Happens Just Like That short poem

It so happens, Once in a while, We just trip and fall and What we see on the way down Would be the most gruesome of Visuals, zooming in reel after reel Cocooning us in a montage We detest taking

Sojourn

Sojourn short poem

          It was razed within a day, a change of hands quite possible I say, now it’s been crushed to all mud and dust, life is about change for change is a must. It shall now

The Time Has Come

The Time Has Come ode

It’s time to leave Far far away from here Go away please There’s no need to fear. Your time has now come Don’t fight anymore There’s nothing to escape from You just need to let go. You must understand, I

No Way Out

No Way Out short poem

I wish I was dead, it’s the only way to truly escape my head. my mind is like the one puzzle, where none of the pieces seem to fit they slowly fall with me into this never ending pit. I

Sandusky Nights (A Dreamland Fairytale)

Sandusky Nights (A Dreamland Fairytale) prose poem

In dreamland the fairytales are in danger.The dream meanies are on the loose.They have scrambled Humpty Dumpy and they have kidnapped Mother Goose. So meet me in Sandusky or somewhere in between it’s a covert operation so come by submarine.

The Ballad Of Zola The Zebra

The Ballad Of Zola The Zebra ballad

Zola the Zebra lived far, far away and always had so much fun, with lots of friends they laughed and played and sang beneath the hot sun. At first, her friends were a little confused and thought her a curious

Unum

Unum short poem

Mind your mind with positive and lacquer, 47 degree angles wrapped in her favourite brochure, pinned to the left wing of a soft song. Be free, be happy, be sad, be the wind, be the rain, be wind-rain be god

Suffering..

Suffering.. short poem

I didn’t expect you to care When at nights my throat would get choked with your memories And my tears would wet my shirt When my hands pressed my mouth so that no one could hear me crying Because I

Nameless Dot on a Perilous Quest

Nameless Dot on a Perilous Quest short poem

Will it rain tonight? And clean the gaping blisters? Wash away the dirt and slimy froths? Soften the scales and scabies? And will it make me pure again? Ah, let it rain tonight. Bro said, with icy looks, “Damn you,

Love Sonnet 20

Love Sonnet 20 sonnet poems

Would four-leaf clover give me better luck?  A lot better than this forget-me-not?  But rose that in your book I once did tuck,  I never knew what destiny it got;  Shall I conspire with wind to sing your name?  Or

A ‘his’ Letter

A his Letter short poem

People get confused. Thinking from where to start… I have none, I don’t want to start. If I start, I’d have to end… End… That is what I don’t want. No Start, No End! I don’t say you are my

Charles Manson

Charles Manson short poem

darkness evokes the very fabric of his frame & gait a renegade for what he did to Sharon Tate 666 a following with Tex and the rest what was going on inside his head the walking dead tried to blame

The Nirvana

The Nirvana short poem

Tracing the primordial culture of truth in its oneness, we find the ultimate answer. Still the negative effect prevails increasing the confusion. Existence in now, has a travesty of truth. Can we breakaway from our past? Can we exist between

A Schizophrenic’s Mind

A Schizophrenics Mind short poem

I have an inner beauty! making my green meadows feel its echo, being the best version of myself! I have an internal monologue! giving me a best company when alone, being a soliloquy! I have an inner strength! emerging from

Words

Words short poem

The written word is a powerful thing From a simple rhyme to a song we can sing With music and melody, emotions are stirred They live in your memory from the day they are heard Words of love in a

1.after Plath: Hanging God

1.after Plath: Hanging God short poem

I could cause a root to bloom or a bird to plummet in showers that drenches my pallid skin a toe or a foot The uneasiness that pecks me the dullness that I wear my skin, is you The darkness

No, No I’m No Ovid!

No, No Im No Ovid! short poem

A useless space between the sentences, ghastly story does not end in black and white. Again the heart cries. I keep on knocking on the doors and then return to blackness. Sometimes people become insects. Cockroaches, ants and spiders, weaving

Count your blessings

Count your blessings short poem

I do not wish to conquer the earth, Nor do I want to fathom the sea, I never aspire to possess the sky, I only wish to be shown the path to happiness doing Thy work; Oh Lord lead me

The Whirling Storm Of Evil

The Whirling Storm Of Evil long poem

THE WHIRLING STORM OF EVIL From the dark recluse in my thatched mud hut I barricaded myself; with the palm of my hands pressing tightly against my ears, vainly trying to shut out the mournful tune of the dirge playing

No Grand Landing

No Grand Landing short poem

It clings to you, like a liquid rock, burns your skin. You get a chemosignal. Tethered on a rope your clenched iron fist remains dysfunctional. From the elite enclave red smoke billows like a jinni unleashed from the bottle. A

The Times They Are A Changing.

The Times They Are A Changing. prose poem

The Twenty First Century will be like no other. For millennia the human race experienced glacial progress forward. Generation after generation pretty much the same. Then slowly at first things began to change. The Bronze Age, the Iron Age, jump

Bellus Corpus

Bellus Corpus english poems

The flesh, bones and dna yet shall be dust and vanish Like the tears in the rain. The young or mature, Your joy, your sorrow The death will not wait Succumbing to anaerobes That will feast on thee Yet you

Brothers are Sleeping

Brothers are Sleeping short poem

Brothers are sleeping on the battlefield so gently.. Brothers are sleeping as if they will never wake, They are dreaming of a world where they will have no reason to fight again… Can you see? there the pilgrims are passing

The Message

The Message short poem

The idea of peace and unity lives forever, And immortal freedom is everyone’s right In this universe we live in, All men and women are created equal, And good triumphs over evil, The secrets of the universe are within our

Do Not Throw Dust On The Graves

Do Not Throw Dust On The Graves short poem

Your gifts, I do not want to keep. Shapeless doves on the grass, were ready to take a nascent flight. My small hands prepare a daisy meal. Dahlias will bloom when the sun climbs. I pass the door, that moves

Dear Child Of Mine

Dear Child Of Mine short poem

I hope one day you read this I hope one day you see I was trying I hope that I can be the dad that I haven’t gotten to be to you one day I hope one day you’ll call

Just Thinking

Just Thinking long poem

This came to me while sitting in my room reading poems of doom and gloom. Other poems of despair and dread, even poems were people wished they were dead. What, did you miss taking our meds? ‘Cause you can’t do

Time Machine!

Time Machine! short poem

Looking back, At the times we left behind, I always wish, I would never have been so blind… The smile I carried, Which I brought upon your face, We didn’t know the importance, We walked a slow pace. A land

Reema: A Child Girl At War Time

Reema: A Child Girl At War Time prose poem

At evenings, Sun puts off her light as usual and goes behind a curtain woven by sea, rock and trees, so to have a break. Meanwhile, those with black heads and scattered hair go to warm themselves at the ember

Cup Of Sorrow

Cup Of Sorrow short poem

A solitary moon rises, behind the seven veils. unattended by stars and clouds, between yes and no, desiring nothing. turns back through the centuries. The religion to kill, refuses to stare at the tainted fatality. lying sprawled on the burdened

Allow Me To Go

Allow Me To Go short poem

Sitting by the window I looked up to the sky Remembering you I don’t know why I cry Those moments, will they come back again Will destiny smile at me and I see you again But what if I meet

Christmas

Christmas prose poem

When there were no more Messiahs left to kill that day, the men of the town went home for another night of hoping, wailing, waiting and praying. The Night bore them a child. And Morning came knocking on their doors

The Refuge

The Refuge short poem

I see the colours shading the pretty smile in thoughts forlorn, The tears as bright as a diamond, but that shone aloof and alone. I hide the whimsical rays in the pocket of hope, But the hope that knows nowhere

In Front Of Our Eyes

In Front Of Our Eyes prose poem

It’s happening right in front of our eyes. We who live today are right in the middle of it. Being swept up in the wave breaking on humanities shoreline. The global brain being born all around us, exponentially expanding, most

The Hard-earned Happiness

The Hard earned Happiness short poem

The harmonious companionship is of no easy access Especially after many betrayals I’ve experienced as a witness From the uneasy feeling my tough disguises derive By whom the romantic elements are stolen from my life? Nobody can discard all world

Monster

Monster short poem

Happiness is a lie when all you do is cry. What’s the use for you to try. Broken parts, shattered hearts feeling it before it starts. But oh how you laugh and smile in the crowds Your mother must be

Christmas Cracker

Christmas Cracker short poem

The table is set and the turkey’s fine, ‘taters, sprouts and a glass of cheap wine. Crackers, party hats, bad jokes and toys, plenty of fun for good girls and boys. Pass me the stuffing, cranberry sauce, Yorkshire pudding and

The Phantom Delight Hangs No More!

The Phantom Delight Hangs No More! prose poem

O, bemused mystery of wonder! You are the silver chain of fancy And evening mentor of joys high! And happy boon at noon Or midnight’s roaring void And wintery smile in moon? Or perennial source of ecstasy Or eternal source