Butterfly Poems
A Caterpillar
by Matsuo Basho
A caterpillar,
this deep in fall--
still not a butterfly.
Translated by Robert Hass
A Fuzzy Fellow, Without Feet
by Emily Dickinson
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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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The Talking Oak
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Once more the gate behind me falls;
Once more before my face
I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls,
That stand within the chace.
Beyond the lodge the city lies,
Beneath its drift of smoke;
And ah! with what delighted eyes
I turn to yonder oak.
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My Reflection In The Mirror
by Dwiveck Custodio
I look at my reflection in the mirror,
And I see all I feel.
I see lonliness,
I see love,
I see excitment,
I see shyness.
I look at my reflection in the mirror,
And I see all I dream of.
I see the guy I love so much,
I see published poems written by me,
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To A Butterfly
by William Wordsworth
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 !
Float near me; do not yet depart!
Dead times revive in thee:
Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art!
A solemn image to my heart,
My father's family!
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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
Scattered to the wind
by Darius AceAs the butterflies wings are clipped by the wind, it snaps and falls to earth, like a lotus flower, it floats in its own reflection before bursting into flames and the embers light up and burn out like a match towards the stars.... Never quite reaching the pockets of light that glitter in-between the lonely darkness, hoping to reconcile with the light that it yearns to be a part of. But like some lights, it fades away and turns to ash so easily, so fragile it breaks apart and scatters in different directions... Forever shattered into fragments that can never be whole again...
Continue readingFoxy Foxtails
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
On hot field days they wave to the flowers,
And matching grasshoppers climb their stems,
As pink butterflies visit in the lazy hours,
While their sly namesake doesn't notice them!
Frequently a chorus of crickets can be heard,
As they sway gracefully under Moon and Mars.
When beauty is spoken without a single word,
Like a distant sound of summer night guitars!
The Purple Attraction
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
at long last the time has come
when beautiful lovers meet
the scent of deep purple blooms
calls to butterfly
on wings of gold black and blue
wafting irresistibly
to the vivid fragrant source
in days of honey
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Butterfly Kingdom
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
down in the meadow
flowers bloom in all colors
and butterflies reign
sunshine monarch bliss
in emerald blooming grass
lovely moon tonight
prismatic hued flight
days of golden rhapsody
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