Butterflies
As sun rises
Colorful butterflies
Throng my garden
Sit on the colorful flowers
Make them more colorful
Add beauty to them
I am forced to think
Can we not learn from?
Butterflies
Add color to the lives of
Fellow human beings
Make them more happy
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Butterflies Look So Colorful
butterflies look so colorful
in their own color
and the blue sky of emptiness
looks beautiful when rain
clouds gather around
and soon rain come fall
over the land i walketh
to let the birds sing in joy
as the butterflies fly over
in their colorful color
to co-exist with man
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Butterflies For Breakfast? (Life Poem)
Butterflies before you sit the final exam,
Butterflies before you go for a job interview,
Butterflies before you ask her out on a date,
Butterflies before you kiss her for the first time,
Butterflies before you propose two will be one,
Butterflies before you meet her family,
Butterflies before you see her all in white,
Butterflies before you make that big speech,
Butterflies before you see that your baby is OK,
Butterflies before you get news from the doctor,
Butterflies before you lose your job again,
Butterflies before you face any little crisis,
But -
No butterflies for breakfast.
poem by Ian Beckett
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O those colorful old days - Original by Rabindranath Tagore
Those days have left my gold cage
O those colorful old days
They have untied knots of
Pain and joy in so many ways
O those colorful old days!
They will learn the craft of
Writing songs from my soul –
It was their intention
I know it was their goal!
Without saying a word at this stage
They all have flown away in their ways!
O those colorful old days!
I dream, they are roaming
Around my broken cage
For someone of those days
For someone I can guess.
O those colorful old days!
Is this pain for nothing!
Are they birds of shadow?
Haven’t they flapped their wings?
I have heard sound, I know!
Without saying a word at this stage
They all have flown away in their ways!
O those colorful old days!
poem by Asif Andalib
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Beauty Of A Summer's Day
The beauty of a Summer's day begins
Watching the bright, morning sun rise,
Dew upon the lawn and roses,
And the early flight of colorful butterflies.
The beauty of a Summer's day
Is an attractive and picturesque one,
A sky of a variable color of pale to light blue,
And sport and entertainment for everyone.
The beauty of a Summer's day
Is stetched with green foliage on the hill,
And colorful wildflowers bordering the roadway,
The water wheel turning at the grist mill.
The beauty of a Summer's day increases
Watching the rolling waves of the ocean,
Sea shells washing upon the sandy shore,
And gazing at the sea gulls gliding in slow motion.
The finality of a Summer's day
Is depicted with memorable scenes
Of picnicking, camping, swimming, and traveling,
Reserved for Summer enthusiasts for future dreams.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Young Butterflies
Young butterflies,
Please, let your tender wings grow
Before you try to hit the skies
In an attempt to early fly
When the time is not right!
Scared to Hell you would be
If this dangerous endeavor
You would desperately try
When the time
Doesn't seem to be right!
Take my advice
Young butterflies,
I, the humble gardener
Who in my colorful garden
Have seen many like you
Trying to fly for the first time,
Defying the rules of gravity
When the time is not right!
Young butterflies,
Listen to the echo of the wind
And let Mother Nature
Takes its course!
While happily you welcome
The birth of a new sunrise
That would bring hope
To your tender life!
Young butterflies,
Let your wings grow
Until they are ready to flap
And you would be able to fly
And dance in the skies!
Please, young butterflies,
Listen to my humble advice!
Wishing you luck in your first flight!
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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I Am A Fish!
I dream of sea
deep beautiful blue sea
I am a fish, a colorful fish
that's what I wish
I dream of water
dancing with the waves
to be a colorful fish
that's my wish!
I dream of wind
touching softly the sea
taking me, the colorful fish
deep deep under the sea!
I dream of love
you being a fish like me
that is all what I wish, dear sea
to be a fish, happy and free!
poem by Arta Krasniqi
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For, ...whom I know not: II
…and behind the closing
And opening of my eye lashes
Colorful thoughts for you
Form into patterns of unique
Color combinations and flutter
They settle around my face and being
I steer my movements as gently as if
A flock of butterflies settled on me
26aug2010
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Such Homeland
living on this island
Underneath is getter warmer
Warmer, we are the same
With heart, with eyes flashes
Flashes every pieces of you
Every day of life
Life of the village
With green, with colorful
Colorful days, colorful ways
Ways of my dream
Coming true
Colorful Old Days
Baby I can’t forget those
Colorful old days
Baby I can’t forget your
Charming pretty face
Baby I can’t forget your
Beautiful dresses
Baby I can’t forget your
Body language
Baby I can’t forget our
Friendship and closeness
Baby I can’t forget those
Colorful old days
Dhha Dhha Dhha Dhha
Dhha Dhhang Dhhang
Colorful old days
(Music)
Colorful old days
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poem by Asif Andalib
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Color Blind
Everyday seemed to be rainy,
I just woke up to see the gray clouds on my window,
the birds didn't illuminate my mornings with their beautiful melody anymore,
I couldn't see more colors than black gray and white.
One day I woke up after having a colorful dream,
I could see more than gray,
I realized I was a color blind before,
because I noticed that after that rain and clouds,
there has always been a rainbow for me,
so I was color blind not to notice that colorful rainbow before,
but, they say that you can't see a rainbow without rain
My rain was just a wall not to see that beautiful rainbow,
now it has dissappeared,
I'm not a color blind anymore,
Now standing in front of my window,
I can see a bautiful bird red and blue looking for flowers,
Flowers violet and pink standing on the ground,
the beautiful green of trees and plants,
and the splendid blue of my new sky,
one of them I can't name it,
is so unique so special,
I think I'll call it...
Love....
poem by Ana Lia Zaldivar
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Walking through the garden of life
Walking through the garden of life
We do experience many ups and downs
Sometimes we see beautiful flowers
Sometimes we are in midst of the prickling thorns
Sometimes we are surrounded by the colorful butterflies
Sometimes we are stung by the angry bee
Walking through the garden of life
We do experience many ups and downs
Sometimes we have to walk over the smooth grass
Sometimes we find a slippery path
Sometimes we have to swim across a long river
Sometimes we find a constructed bridge
Walking through the garden of life
We do experience many ups and downs
We don't know what we might find next
But this suspense makes the journey interesting
And at last when we reach the destination
The entire journey becomes memorable
Yes, walking through the garden of life
We do experience many ups and downs
Kavitha
poem by Kavitha Krishnamurthy
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A Butterflies Beauty
Butterfly with beautiful wings,
Glides through the summer
breeze,
As the sun shines upon the wings,
Fluttering oh so silently,
Colors of the rainbow begin to
show brightly,
Like the beautiful colors of
the flowers,
Butterflies blend in so perfect,
Making nature look pretty,
Unique patterns on every wing
has its beautiful story,
Just like nature has its own
story,
Where beauty never ends,
Butterflies will always blend in
with almost anything,
Blending in with flowers, grass,
even trees tall and small,
Including a rest on a fawns little
nose,
It is only to say hi and thank you,
for letting me rest my wings,
Now I must be on my way to enjoy
the summer breeze,
Soon it will be winter and I will
have to leave,
No worries I will return when the grass
is green and trees grow their leaves,
When rivers flow with the sunshine warmth,
Animals tall and small roam again from
slumber,
Flowers blossom beautifully,
that is how you know I will return
again,
Fluttering upon the spring and summer
breeze,
All my family will also return to fill
nature with colorful beauty.
poem by Derek James
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Colorful
Written by brian vander ark
The show is over close the story book
There will be no encore
And all the random hands that I have shook
Well theyre reaching for the door
I watch their backs as they leave single file
But you stood stubborn, cheering all the while
I know I can be colorful
I know I can be gray
But I know this losers living fortunate
Cause I know you will love me either way
Most were being good for goodness sake
But you wouldnt pantomime
You are more beautiful when you awake
Than most are in a lifetime
Through the haze that is my memory well
You stayed for drama though you paid for a comedy
I know I can be colorful
I know I can be gray
But I know this losers living fortunate
Cause I know you will love me either way
Look ahead as far as you can see
Well live in drama but well die in a comedy
I know I can be colorful...
song performed by by Verve Pipe
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Enchantment of Summer
There is an enchantment that comes with Summer,
An enchantment that fills the heart,
And it is displayed in every garden
Of villages, towns, and hamlets miles apart.
There is an enchantment that comes with Summer,
With luster of flowers and the green foliage of trees,
In the chirrup of the robin and whistle of the quail,
And colorful butterflies and swarming honeybees.
There is an enchantment that comes with Summer,
An enchantment for all ages - old and young,
For it seems that people are happier and cheerful
When the intermittent songs of birds are sung.
There is an enchantment that comes with Summer,
When life is like a story - neither sob nor sigh,
The music of the laughing lip - the luster of the eye,
The glad belief in everything as Summer goes by.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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But I think I'm just being me
You may call me crazy, but I think I'm
just being me.You may call me yellow
and green but I think I'm just
being my colorful me.
when I look into your eyes all
I see is who you try to be
when you look into my eyes
you see me. I'm tired of people
changing to be each other
why can't they just see be
your self it's easier then ever.
so yes I'm crazy, wired, colorful,
kind, sweet, b*****, who cares I'M ME!
poem by Melissa Schreuder
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Days of Autumn
I await the chilly days of autumn.
I'm tired of summer's heat.
I anticipate the acorns popping.
I will crunch them with my feet.
I wonder at the colorful leaves
that silently fall to the ground.
I'm in love with the clear blue skies
around which my heart is wound.
Colorful mums have awakened in me
autumnal visions that will forever be
implanted in my memory.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Round The Trees We Run
Wild flowers we pick
Butterflies, so colorful we chase
Not a thorn we fear would prick
Time in space not afraid to loose
For all is bare, and flower-juice we lick
You giggle, your cheek, my hand I place
Swallows, Gazelles, and Dick-dick
Marvell and stare, and make for glories
Grass, green and soft, a desire to pick
Tree leaves, they sway and dance
Round the trees we run, loose stumps I kick
My love, fruits we pick, heaven the place!
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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The Weed
There was an old woman
that planted a garden.
And in the garden
there grew a weed.
The weed grew next to
a beautiful flower.
The flower had grown
from a tiny seed.
The weed was strong
and would not bend.
The wind did blow
and it did send
the seeds from the flower
into the air.
They circled around
and landed where
the weed was growing
next to the flower.
Soon the weed was
surrounded by flowers.
It loved where it was
and looked by the hours
at all of the beautiful
colorful flowers.
The old woman who planted
the garden one day
decided that she would
make a bouquet.
She went to the garden
to cut the flowers.
But when she got there
down came the showers.
The raindrops that fell
made the weed shine
which made the old woman
change her mind.
She left them alone
in her garden and knew
that the weed belonged
with the flowers that grew.
She'd planted the flowers.
God planted the weed.
The garden was perfect.
No bouquet did she need.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Walk Around the Block
My friends and I went to the city
And we took a little walk
After having a delicious lunch
We walked around the block
You see, we were in Oklahoma City
A place that just never lets you down
So we took our time and noticed
Decorations adorning the town
We love the many colorful statues
Like Buffalo with so much charm
They look rather mean of course
But they really would do us no harm
The Colcard of course we visited
And the spectacular Sheridan
If you take the time and look around
You can always have terrific fun
The flowers are so colorful and pretty
We stopped and gave them praise
Yes, taking the time to notice things
Why, you really would be quite amazed
I hope that you too will take time
In whatever city you are in
To look and listen and observe
City life and its delightful blend!
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Autumn Sunrise
Autumn Sunrise
By Lori Triggs
Copyrighted Nov.13,2008
Autumn is here, while the cold blankets the air,
the autumn leaves show their majestic yellows,
with oranges and outstanding browns.
They fall with mysteries of the weather changes,
while the wind becomes stronger,
The colors change on the plants
with flowers even trees blooms with color.
The autumn clouds roll in to blankets
in the skies with stillness and quiet,
the coolness in the mornings with the evenings
wants you to snuggle up in a warm blanket.
Autumn trees as colorful as you can see
that is blankets the land for its winter’s dream,
The animals lay asleep while the
butterflies and birds go south for the winter.
poem by Lori Triggs
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