A Certain Quiet
AS I sit upon the grass
a white butterfly flutters by
slowly on
fragile wings
it is
synonymous to a
white feather
the world is
so quiet
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Butterfly Song
AS I sit upon a the grass
a white butterfly flutters by
in fragile and
slow wings
synonymous to a feather
such is the sweetest song that it can offer
to the air
everything is so quiet
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Shortest Moment That The Butterfly Tries To Speak
how many flutters of its wings is its lifetime?
not a hundred, this butterfly with blue shaking lines on its wings
some dots of black on the lower tip
some flaps of dust as you hold it.
we love to see it freely hovering from one flower to another
blending with its colors, it is not trying to hide anything
beautiful, it is showing itself, beautiful butterfly,
how gentle, soft to our hearts as we watch it
there is no sound of its wings and its graceful feeding on the nectars
then it rests on a leaf. we leave it there.
the wind last night was strong.
we see the leaf where it stayed on the pebbled ground.
there are no wings. there is no trace where the blue butterfly is.
how many flutters did that butterfly make?
such a brief moment, yet so beautiful
that is the message of the life of its lost wings.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The White Feather
A pure white feather floats silently towards the ground.
As it lands, I pick it up,
and rest it gently in the palm of my hand.
Perhaps it's a delicate fragment from an Angel's wing,
possibly, a token of heavenly love,
or maybe, I see it as my own delight in a gentle white feather.
But as my eyes alight on this fragile plume,
my spirit lifts,
and I have a feeling
that my Guardian Angel is near me,
and is ever watchful.
I believe this perception will always stay with me,
and each time I glimpse a pure white feather
I will offer thanks to my
imperceivable protector.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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She's A Butterfly
She remembers when she first got her wings
And how she opened up that day
she learned to sing
Then the colors came, erased the
black and white
And her whole world changed
when she realized
[Chorus:]
She's a butterfly, pretty as the crimson sky
Nothing's ever gonna bring her down
And everywhere she goes
Everybody knows she's so glad to be alive
She's a butterfly
Like the purest light in a darkened world
So much hope inside such a lovely girl
You should see her fly, it's almost magical
It makes you wanna cry, she's so beautiful
[Chorus]
God bless the butterfly,
give her the strength to fly
Never let her wings touch the ground
God bless the butterfly,
give her strength to fly
Never let her wings touch the ground
[Chorus]
God bless the butterfly,
give her the strength to fly
Never let her wings touch the ground
God bless the butterfly,
give her the strenght to fly
Never let her wings touch the ground
song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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The Killer Of Poetry
whoever defines
what poetry is and
how must it be written
kills it.
poetry is alive
it is in the fragile wings of a butterfly
it flutters and hovers to the flower that it likes
whoever it favors
shall bloom in full
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How Did You Kill A White Butterfly?
in your play
with your peers
children
when you catch
a white butterfly
in your hand
how did you
kill it?
did you pull
its white wings?
or did you crush
its head
on your nails?
did you detach
its legs one
by one
like you pulled
the white hairs
of mother?
tell me
if once in your mind
you decide
to set it free
and see it fly
hovering like
a flake of snow
from one
wilting flower
to another?
tell me if you
feel the same way
i do
when the clutches
of love finally set me free?
tell me if you know
the sound of a door
which closes behind you
when finally you
decide to leave
the house of
your birth?
tell me how you
zip your jacket
when you say
it is enough
and then
you feel everything
so warm inside
you?
that every inch
fits and you say
i am leaving for good.
did you really kill
the butterfly with white wings?
or you set it free?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Smell of Pollen
I keep losing the butterfly,
I chase the smell of pollen
On its sunned wings
And the nights of dews
When it flutters no more.
In my dreams it lands
With its soft brush of touch,
So close to me, yet so far,
Melting in the dark.
I chase it, lose it and wail for it.
The butterfly is there always
Coming back to haunt
The dreams of my dust,
With the smell of pollen
On its sunned wings
That flutters no more
In the earthly night.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Torn Butterfly
Torn butterfly torn butterfly
Seeing you there it makes me cry
Torn butterfly your wings they tore
From the weight that they bore
Torn butterfly it's plain to see
That you are just the same as me
Torn butterfly the world is tough
Hard as stones and just as rough
Torn butterfly I know your pain
And I don't want to know it again
Torn butterfly come join me now
And we'll regain our wings somehow
Torn butterfly it's sad but true
In death our wings become brand new
Torn butterfly just fade away
And we will fly this very day
Torn butterfly this note I send
And hope that you will cause your end
So we can fly in clear blue skies
Where no one hurts and no one cries
Torn butterfly with my last breath
I ask you to come join me in death
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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Cult Of The Sun
sun is –
the last
Fuhrer
beasts are –
only the members of
the Party
only the flight and
freedom of
birds!
let
all angels
die
there is
no tinge of
“good”
there is
no tinge of
“evil”
there is
no tinge of
“human”
nothing but!
the battle of!
butterflies!
return back What
Is above
God
Dao is
happy for
nobody
shit of
the bees is above
Buddha
wounds of
the lamb are above
Christ
it’s time to!
revive as!
a worm!
it is the worm that is
the revived
flower
black butterfly is
for the sake of
white butterfly
white butterfly is
for the sake of
black butterfly
let!
all! die!
angels!
here It is
The Last
Mystery:
the sound of wings
of Started
Butterflies
must
kill
the god
must
kill
the world
poem by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
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Love Is Like A Butterfly
Love is like a butterfly
As soft and gentle as a sigh
The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings
Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
I feel it when youre with me
It happens when you kiss me
That rare and gentle feeling that I feel inside
Your touch is soft and gentle
Your kiss is warm and tender
Whenever I am with you I think of butterflies
Love is like a butterfly
The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings
Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
Your laughter brings me sunshine
Everyday is spring time
And I am only happy when you are by my side
How precious is this love we share
How very precious, sweet and rare
Together we belong like daffodils and butterflies
Love is like a butterfly
As soft and gentle as a sigh
The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings
Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Butterfly
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,
Lifting your veined wings, lifting them?
big white butterfly!
Already it is October, and the wind
blows strong to the sea
from the hills where snow must have
fallen, the wind is polished with
snow.
Here in the garden, with red
geraniums, it is warm, it is warm
but the wind blows strong to sea-ward,
white butterfly, content on my shoe!
Will you go, will you go from my warm
house?
Will you climb on your big soft wings,
black-dotted,
as up an invisible rainbow, an arch
till the wind slides you sheer from the
arch-crest
and in a strange level fluttering you go
out to sea-ward, white speck!
Anonymous submission.
poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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Butterfly Flutterby
The butterfly was young
Her vibrant wings of delicate lace
Such grace such poise
A hcarming butterfly
The cricket was slick thicket
Moving quick but swift
Yet smart somewhat wise
Proud of his chirp
Hopping through the grass
Butterfly fluttered by till upon a rose
Spreading her wings a dainty show
Slowly sipping sweet
Hopping skipping
Cricket saw
Butterfly glanced
The cricket saw butterfly
The butterfly looked yonder
Cricket hopped and chirped
A jumpety crickety song
Butterfly sighed
And rolled her eyes
Cricket hopped closer
Butterfly laughed
Silly cricket trying hard
Butterfly cared less
Poor cricket hopped and hopped
Butterfly sipping nectar sweet
Cricket sang sonfter sweeter
Butterfly stopped
A song so sweet
Too lovely than nectar
Cricket hopped upon a rose
Butterfly jumped
Almost to fly away
Cricket song too lovely to fly away
Butterfly in a trance
Fluttering her wings lovely
Too charming
Too tempting
Crickect sang
Butterfly in a spell
Too late to break
Lovers forever
Strange couple though
Yet lovely
Yet happy
Suave cricket, Princess Butterfly
Flutterby, flutterby.......
poem by Bella Ravenstar
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What One Does Matters
as the butterfly
somewhere in china
flutters its
wings
the sea of Japan
starts to grow the biggest
tsunami
when the butterfly hovers
upon the hair of the geisha
the waters recede and once more
finds
its need for nest
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Song Of Spring
The Spring comes slowly up this way,
Slowly, slowly,
Under a snood of hodden grey.
The black and white for her array,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Where is her green that was so gay?
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Unto a world too sick for May,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Where are the lads that used to play?
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
She has no heart for holiday,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
The trees are out in Heaven they say.
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up our way.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Little White Bird
little white bird
now that i have set you free
from my hands
to the winds you shall go
to its whims shall you be
search the skies
map out your freedom
be carefree
little bird
do not look back
i am in the prison walls of my mind
still thinking about your white wings
feeling each feather
in every patch of my skin
little bird, little white bird
how pure was that love?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My butterfly friend
My butterfly friend
through the fluttering of whispers
i love to hear but one,
The calming butterfly
whispering in my ear
that is what i love to hear,
my butterfly friend
rises with my soul
he flutters through me,
Adding color
to the winter in me
he makes me feel i can fly,
slowly
I become free
everything is colorful through his eyes.
poem by Colleen Delaney
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My love is a butterfly
My love's like a butterfly caged in my heart
And dashing in the darkness, searching for way out.
My love's like a butterfly with a burnt tired wings,
With a short memory, with no deadly sins.
My love's just a butterfly, it can't find the key,
But still hovers silently and wants to get free.
My love's like a butterfly with one given chance
To get out of my chest and become a romance.
But you have to help her to break out from inside,
My love is a butterfly, it can't give a fight.
Why my love is the butterfly seeking for peace?
It's unsafe fleeting life is intended for miss...
Now you know my love's butterfly, fragile, not free
You can kill it unwittingly, with just one memory.
poem by Katerina Yanchuk
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Butterfly Dreams and Angel Wings
my hands shiver in the cold
because you are not here for me to hold
and the summer rain starts to fall
while i'm still waiting for your call...
butterfly wings slowly take place
eventhough it's dark
and i can't see your face
as the moon says goodnight
and fireflies start to take flight...
all around me,
i can hear no sound,
no thunder, no lightning, only silence
i step out and stand in the rain
hoping that it will wash away the pain...
and angel wings took hold of me
slowly lifting me up to eternity
taking me to distant places
that are always full of hope and happiness...
then i suddenly opened my eyes
and i started to realize
it was just butterfly dreams
coming from my broken heart...
butterfly dreams and angel wings
are you really true?
or just a fantasy to make me blue?
butterfly dreams and angel wings
are you really there?
could you hold me
and never ever let go?
poem by Carla Grace De Los Santos
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A Small Butterfly To The Size And Shape Of Your Lips
there is this faint
red butterfly fluttering
slowly hovering
hopping from one petal to another
in my garden
it is so beautiful and so soft to the sight
so fragile and so tender
lighter than a feather
as gentle as a baby's breath
while sleeping
it lands on my hand and then on my lips
i stand still
close my eyes
and wish that this moment shall last forever.
i am thinking of you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Catching Your Flying Kiss
what i catch today is a
flying kiss
like a white butterfly
departing from your
rose lips
now hovering to mine
i am tasting its feet
i am lipping its proboscis
i am embraced by its wings
so fragile
so pure is your love
so frail in the purity of its intentions
so sweet as nectar
so sweet is your kiss
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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