Best Butterfly Poems

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'Arcturus' is his other name—
I'd rather call him 'Star.'
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Brown and agile child, the sun which forms the fruit
And ripens the grain and twists the seaweed
Has made your happy body and your luminous eyes
And given your mouth the smile of water.
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An ocean swims in every tear drop
A river rejoices in every drop of rain
A thunder talks in every heart beat
The wind laughs in every breath
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In a beautiful butterfly,
Your face comes so true to me.

Through a pretty butterfly
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. « I shall remember while the light lasts
. And in the darkness I shall not forget »
. ['Non-Catholic' Cemetery, Rome: headstone 2515]
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In the middle of our porridge plates
There was a blue butterfly painted
And each morning we tried who should reach the
butterfly first.
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It was the twilight of the iguana:

From a rainbowing battlement,
a tongue like a javelin
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I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.

The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
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A caterpillar,
this deep in fall-
still not a butterfly.
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A little road not made of man,
Enabled of the eye,
Accessible to thill of bee,
Or cart of butterfly.
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I cannot
and I will not
No, I cannot love you less
Like the flower to the butterfly
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I like you calm, as if you were absent,
and you hear me far-off, and my voice does not touch you.
It seems that your eyelids have taken to flying:
it seems that a kiss has sealed up your mouth.
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Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too,
And the daft sun-assaulter, he
That frighted thee so oft, is fled or dead:
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You don't have to go to the dale
To find her playing with a butterfly;
She would hide from you
As she is young and shy;
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An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly,
And, here and there a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.
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Here on the Hard, you're welcome to pull up and stay;
there's a flat fee of a quid for parking all day.

And wandering over the dunes, who wouldn't die
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173

A fuzzy fellow, without feet,
Yet doth exceeding run!
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Chuang Tzu in dream became a butterfly,
And the butterfly became Chuang Tzu at waking.
Which was the real—the butterfly or the man ?
Who can tell the end of the endless changes of things?
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Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
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I was pegging out your lime-green dress;
you were hoping the last of the sun
might sip the last few beads of drip-dry water
from its lime-green hem.
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Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
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the illusion is that you are simply
reading this poem.
the reality is that this is
more than a
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i like for you to be still
it is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
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[Suite in F major: Ouverture]


('nézte a csillagokat') *
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My life sails
Pass by, the days, months and years
Who keeps their records?
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~ ENIGMATIC NAVEL ~
Ms. Nivedita.
UK.21.10.09.
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I love my love
As love should love
But you never love
As my love should love me.
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In the taxi alone, home from the airport,
I could not believe you were gone. My palm kept
creeping over the smooth plastic
to find your strong meaty little hand and
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From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning,
     please come flying.
In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals,
     please come flying,
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a baby's chat goes on and on
it does not stop it with it's mom
a dog in the street
a leaf or a flower
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She walks as lightly as the fly
Skates on the water in July.

To hear her moving petticoat
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354

From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
As Lady from her Door
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butterfly, butterfly
fly in the sky
butterfly, butterfly
flies so high
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I.
Wonder winged luminous in my eyes.
Elegance sheer I perceive and prize
On a flower who plays the sun of skies.
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Speak of Love and hearts afire soft unlayered mysteries
Bewitching captured enraptured, joyous or tortured souls
On the path one takes in every life since guiless Eve
seduced trusting Adam and lost innocence was replaced
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Butterfly, the wind blows sea-ward,
strong beyond the garden-wall!
Butterfly, why do you settle on my
shoe, and sip the dirt on my shoe,
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I was like a withered flower in a barren desert,
till I breathed your smile that brought life to my heart.

I was like a homeless child looking for a shelter.
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Butterflies are white and blue
In this field we wander through.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Death comes in a day or two.
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100

A science—so the Savants say,
"Comparative Anatomy"—
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In a glade of an elfin forest
When Sussex was Eden-new,
I came on an elvish painter
And watched as his picture grew,
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Now, joy is born of parents poor,
And pleasure of our richer kind;
Though pleasure's free, she cannot sing
As sweet a song as joy confined.
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In a quiet, pleasant meadow,
Beneath a summer sky,
Where green old trees their branches waved,
And winds went singing by;
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We made it from the ground-up corn in the old back pasture.
Pinched a scent of night jasmine billowing off the fence,
popped it right in.
That frog song wanting nothing but echo?
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{INSPIRED TO WRITE IN THIS FORM AFTER READING
KARIN ANDERSON'S 'BUTTERFLY MAGIC'}
[ a poem of ten lines syllable count equating
to line number]
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Hello Mankind!

My name is Love.
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God, make my words a firefly
God, make my conversation a butterfly
God, make my footsteps a path
God, make me fragrance of flowers
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Oh, butterfly, butterfly,
why do you flutter by?
Why can not you fly straight,
and have any weapons to fight?
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Sound is my slumber but rude my awakening;
low my chrysalid origin, but high my carnelian hope,
hard the time I endure in but harder the hurt
of cleansing of my negative selves, thoughsoothing
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I was sitting in my garden
Just relaxing in my garden
Doing nothing in my garden
When I saw a butterfly
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SHADOW OF DREAM

dappled wings of love awe in void
as sultry wind blows on elysian bay
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STAY near me---do not take thy flight!
A little longer stay in sight!
Much converse do I find I thee,
Historian of my infancy !
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Oh Mama look, a flutterby.
(her tiny hand held it out to me) .
She grasped it firmly in her fist,
afraid to set it free.
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Calico Pie,
The little Birds fly
Down to the calico tree,
Their wings were blue,
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She drift's around without luggage, living off a blank page
Without family, finding a time to bloom,
Raising her face to the sun,
As it embraces her desire to have fun,
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IF the butterfly courted the bee,
And the owl the porcupine;
If churches were built in the sea,
And three times one was nine;
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The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung
And cut a flower beside a ground bird's nest
Before it stained a single human breast.
The stricken flower bent double and so hung.
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I'VE watched you now a full half-hour,
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
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The day had been a day of wind and storm;--
The wind was laid, the storm was overpast,--
And stooping from the zenith, bright and warm
Shone the great sun on the wide earth at last.
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I sit on my bed, and look across at my sage green towelling robe,
hanging on the back of the bedroom door.

Does he still 'fancy' me,
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So I go
…..smile all of friend and foe.
.….the time has come to depart
…..be off a must that do us part.
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This great purple butterfly,
In the prison of my hands,
Has a learning in his eye
Not a poor fool understands.
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The butterfly counts not months but moments,
and has time enough.
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I come to your dawn
In you I find the part of awakening

I come to your noon
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Hoping to catch your eye
Circling around you, oh my
Butterfly, butterfly, come into the light
Oh, what a beautiful sight
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In the morning, very early,
That's the time I love to go
Barefoot where the fern grows curly
And grass is cool between each toe,
On a summer morning-O!
On a summer morning!
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So-shu dreamed,
And having dreamed that he was a bird, a bee, and a butterfly,
He was uncertain why he should try to feel like anything else,
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The days were waiting for you to come
Flowers were waiting to blossom
The breeze was waiting to caress the lovely branch
The roads were waiting for your feet to touch
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Oh, lay my ashes on the wind
That blows across the sea.
And I shall meet a fisherman
Out of Capri,
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The Butterfly and the Lark (Shakespearan Sonnet)

Much like a painted picture taken flight,
With wings wearing yellows, pinks and blues,
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Among the taller wood with ivy hung,
The old fox plays and dances round her young.
She snuffs and barks if any passes by
And swings her tail and turns prepared to fly.
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The childhood is
Early part of lives
From two to
Eighteen years old,
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It is a surprise
How in rhythm with
The fluttering of wings
Of a butterfly your eyes
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Upon a fuzzy vista – vision blurred –
I tried to focus; nothing ever solid
Came to view, but undeterred, I blinked
An eye to try again. Through the mist
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Butterfly in class
learns lessons along with kids.
Excellent student.
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I gazed towards the window
And found a caterpillar crawling,
With eager thoughts in my heart
I kept myself staring.
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111

The Bee is not afraid of me.
I know the Butterfly.
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It is blue-butterfly day here in spring,
And with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurry
There is more unmixed color on the wing
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Laying on the green leaf, left and abandoned
Be a caterpillar, never easy as u thought
Hated, oppressed are common, love is rarely brought
With friends, everywhere is like home, strong without bone
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.
.
She looks all moonspun
as fragile as butterfly wings
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Every one is each love

Some thing...
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A beautiful flower bud
Never been embraced
By the warm rays of the sun
Never been kissed
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One evening I saw my dreams flying like a bird ~
On the bank of a river, trying to go beyond the clouds.

One evening I saw my dreams flying like a butterfly,
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Oh to be a butterfly and flutter my wings by your check
To have you admire me as I glide by your beautiful smile
To land upon your shoulder and watch you breathe
Oh to hear your voice sweetly recite
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The little girl, though very ill,
Went out one morning
To wander, with faltering footsteps,
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In dreams you walked through vast fields of wildflowers,
While river insects sang their autumn Psalms.
Time like a painted lady butterfly,
At last brought new life to your work worn frame.
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Oh, really this is a great pleasure
To read the poems of Sylvia Frances Chan,
The Dutch Poetess of brilliance and humanity,
The World Traveller of time and dignity,
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The spider spins its web and waits to ensnare prey
then carefully wraps it up to save for another day
to feed its progeny.They also kill their mates.
If you break a sector of the web the whole thing shakes
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Behold, how eager this our little boy
Is for a butterfly, as if all joy,
All profits, honours, yea, and lasting pleasures,
Were wrapped up in her, or the richest treasures
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Here in turn succeed and rule
Carter, smith, and village fool,
Then again the place is known
As tavern, shop, and Sunday-school;
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970

Color—Caste—Denomination—
These—are Time's Affair—
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Today, love is flying in the air
Everywhere blowing this lovely air
On the colorful wings as butterfly
Are under the cute blue sky
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When I was little,
My mother charmed me with delightful stories.
She knew I was enchanted by fairy tales.
And I would sit up with rapt attention
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there is a magic
in the way you walked
along a whispering green road
it resonates in your sweet smiles
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A simple girl she was
a simple woman she’ll be
lives in her simplest dream
future... God makes her free...
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The air is like a butterfly
With frail blue wings.
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From single thread to a garment
From a flower to a bouquet
From a blade of grass to a lawn
From a grain of sand to a beach
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A good book is like entering a garden,
A place of exotic flowers with romantic messages,
Where pretty butterfly like words flutter into memory,
Where majestic tree like demeanour glow into mind,
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The butterfly the ancient Grecians made
The soul's fair emblem, and its only name--
But of the soul, escaped the slavish trade
Of mortal life !--For in this earthly frame
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Tangled in thought am I,
Stumble in speech do I?
Do I blunder and blush for the reason why?
Wander aloof do I,
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