Butterfly Poems
The Tuft Of Flowers
by Robert Frost
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
Before I came to view the levelled scene.
I looked for him behind an isle of trees;
I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.
But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,
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The Common Butterfly
by Saleh Ben Saleh
I am the queen of beauty the common butterfly,
I spread my wings and flap away among the trees I fly.
My wings exhibit colours of green yellow and blue,
red, orange and brown and even purple too.
I live in many countries and lands of different rule,
high up in the mountains or fields behind the school.
But I like the warmer weather which makes me feel alive,
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Butterflies
by Rudyard Kipling
Eyes aloft, over dangerous places,
The children follow the butterflies,
And, in the sweat of their upturned faces,
Slash with a net at the empty skies.
So it goes they fall amid brambles,
And sting their toes on the nettle-tops,
Till, after a thousand scratches and scrambles,
They wipe their brows and the hunting stops.
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A Fuzzy Fellow, Without Feet
by Emily Dickinson
173
A fuzzy fellow, without feet,
Yet doth exceeding run!
Of velvet, is his Countenance,
And his Complexion, dun!
Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass!
Sometime, upon a bough,
From which he doth descend in plush
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Splash
by Charles Bukowski
the illusion is that you are simply
reading this poem.
the reality is that this is
more than a
poem.
this is a beggar's knife.
this is a tulip.
this is a soldier marching
through Madrid.
this is you on your
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The Common Butterfly
by Saleh Ben Saleh
I am the queen of beauty the common butterfly,
I spread my wings and flap away among the trees I fly.
My wings exhibit colours of green yellow and blue,
red, orange and brown and even purple too.
I live in many countries and lands of different rule,
high up in the mountains or fields behind the school.
But I like the warmer weather which makes me feel alive,
......
Buttermorphosis
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
I recall the rural life of the butterfly
Extravagantly —that proud floating mass of wings.
Her wings flutter from sea to coast so eloquently,
Yet silent with the muteness of frightened breeze.
They are banners with buntings of newness — striped,
Spotted, arched, dotted.
Her flamboyant life history, reading it backwards,
Is an exhibition of time and cosseted patience . . . .
The winged one, aged and tried, schleps to the stirs of a narcoleptic pupa,
Hanging on the banisters of a dear larva who’s egged on to
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Butterfly Blue
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
butterfly in blue
wafting skies we always knew
in orange-gold sun
redbirds sing farewell
a warm hour of green flowers
when still wind listens
to meadows and woods
minty lanes where beauty hides
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Butterfly Beats
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Autumn is golden
mirrored in still glinting lake
Sunbeams through plum trees
Nature's so long symphony
when birds soar in sympathy
Tiffany skies chills
pink robin is still singing
to an empty hall
Last beats of butterfly wings
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Butterfly
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
peacock butterfly
in wildflower touch and go ~
prancing in fragrance
sun's reached its zenith
the world has turned green again ~
with colors galore
