I Wish, I Were butterfly
I wish, i were butterfly
so that i could fly any where.
i can suck the honey from the flower.
childs may chasing to catch me,
that's way i can play with them.
when am flying, the world look at me
and say a beautiful fly their.
Some time i sit on the flowers
the beauty of the flower increased.
that's why i wish, i were butterfly.
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Butterfly, Butterfly
Hoping to catch your eye
Circling around you, oh my
Butterfly, butterfly, come into the light
Oh, what a beautiful sight
Flying so gracefully
Into the sky, the butterfly
Trying to catch a butterfly
Fly, fly, fly, butterfly
There he sets upon the mums
I'm having so much fun
Here's another on the sill
Your standing so still
You go to touch him
There he goes, the butterfly
I hear a tapping on the window
It's the butterfly, fly, fly, fly
There he goes into the sky
Flying so high, the butterfly
I'll see you another day
Butterfly, butterfly, away
poem by Sharon Adamson
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Multicolored Butterfly
There was a multicolored butterfly flying in the air
A multicolored butterfly- who did not have a care.
Going from flower to flower for all the world to see
The beauties of nature made for you and me.
People stopping and talking and gazing upon its wings
This is one of the wonders GOD gave us.
And such a beautiful thing.
This multicolored butterfly flew around my head
I knew if I grabbed it- then soon it would be dead.
They have a life expectancy of seventy two hours you see
And that is the reason it has to be free.
They have a place called butterfly world
In a town called coconut creek
I knew I had to go there
I had to take a peek.
They had butterflies from all over the world
And a quick class to show, all the boys and girls.
There is so much about butterflies that I didn’t know
They can see colors of red, yellow, and green
But nothing in between.
They sip nectars from flowers through their tongues
And smell through their antennae, and taste with
Their feet, and breathe through the sides of their bodies
That in itself is a learning treat.
So to this butterfly that’s flying around my head
I salute and praise your beauty till the moment
That you’re dead.
I will mourn for you for the short time that you lived.
Because in that time, you had so much to give.
poem by Louis Rams
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A Beautiful Flower Blooming
A withered flower blooming again
breeze shook the flower
the sun is shining on flower
rain water to wash the dust-filled flower
abort storm petals
storm that renders the flower petals
polling beetle sucking painful
flower that bloom so bright today
beauty exudes an aura of coolness of the beholder
spread the fragrance that invites a bee to touch
although many other flowers around it
bees sucking the flower first
choose to suck and touch the flower
lately the flower
always bloom radiate beauty
a bee was not able to get away from the flower
a bee sucking the beautiful bloomington
always produce the honey taste good
really beautiful relationship between the flower and bee
both are very compatible and complement each other
poem by meti Rahmawati
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Butterfly Friend
Butterfly friend, how well do I know you
How long will you stay is the question I ask
Butterfly friend how well do you know me
How long will you love me
Do I love you too?
Butterfly friend, there poised in the shadows
Which of the blooms gives the scent you prefer?
Butterfly friend from flower to flower.....
How long will you love me
Do I love you too?
You of the beautiful bright coloured wings
Take of my sweetness:
Soar to the sky
Whilst I, on the sidelines, keep track of your flight
Take of my sweetness
And fly!
Butterfly friend no more in the shadows
Free from the flowers now faded and pale
Butterfly friend I know that you love me
You ask if I love you?
You know that I do.
poem by Margaret Kollmer
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Glimpse
the flower may curse
the caterpillar at first glance
consuming its leaves
greedily
rushing for the next stage
of its life
then the silence of the cocoon
where the flower
doubts
and then the excitement
of the birth
of the yellow butterfly
the hope of the flower
and when
the flying begins
the flower unfolds
blooms
and the consortium begins
the nectar flows
and the flower
turns into another fruit
back
to its seed form
as the butterfly
nears its span
like a glimpse
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Little Cycle Of The Flower And The Caterpillar
the flower may curse
the caterpillar at first glance
consuming its leaves
greedily
rushing for the next stage
of its life
then the silence of the cocoon
where the flower
doubts
and then the excitement
of the birth
of the yellow butterfly
the hope of the flower
and when
the flying begins
the flower unfolds
blooms
and the consortium begins
the nectar flows
and the flower
turns into another fruit
back
to its seed form
as the butterfly
nears its span
like a glimpse
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Butterfly, Butterfly
Butterfly, butterfly
Your colors so bright
Where do you go
When God turns out the light?
Do you find someplace safe
That you can call home?
Or continue to flutter;
Continue to roam?
Through a buffet of flavors
Slurping nectar so sweet
Savoring a myriad of flowers
As their juices you drink.
Until your tummy's content
And you've had your fill
Now let your food settle
Until your next nectar meal.
Butterfly, butterfly,
Your colors so bright
Where do you go
When God turns out the light?
Do you continue to fly
From flower to flower
Or call it a day
Then wait out the hours?
Do you find a cozy
And comfy place
Where you're sure to show
God's beauty and grace?
Butterfly, butterfly
With colors so bright
Where do you go
When God turns out the light?
I've seen you
Many times before
At a picnic, a ballgame,
At the seashore.
Look for the beauty
God gave us to share
And we will find butterflies
Plentiful there.
Butterfly, butterfly,
Colors so bright
Where do you go
When God turns out the light?
poem by Gail Godin
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Wrestling for Love
There was a wrestling
Between me and the butterfly
In plucking flower for you:
And the stem
Mediated with giving
Its honey to butterfly
And the flower to me.
poem by anushmadhu P.Bharathi
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SKY BUTTERFLY's
Sky Butterfly's
Flying
On
The sky...
At nigth time only
AT...
Day time dead...
ONLY...
Night time newely born...
Play with onlly
At moon flower...
Who is the sky
Butterfly..?
4stars...twinkle stars...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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I'm like a butterfly
I'm like a butterfly
Always beautiful
In begin, I seem shy
But I'm wonderful
I'm like a butterfly
Flying into flowers
And I'll party all night
Because I have a lot of owners
First, I show up my beauty
Then I run when you try caught me
My objetive is let you wishing
Because after, I'll get you missing
I'm like a butterfly
Always untoucheble
I'm into your mind
Want you or no
I'm like a butterfly
High up your nose
I'll party all night
And then, dissapearing I go
First, I caught your attention
Then, I make it be a passion
My objetive is get you wanting
When I got, I'll let you in
I'll make you fall for me
And then, I'll bring you a regret
And you do not know my secret
You can't imagine that I fell too...
I'm like a butterfly
Always beautiful
In begin, I seem shy
But I'm wonderful
I'm like a butterfly
Flying into flowers
And I'll party all night
Because I have a lot of owners
I'm like a butterfly
Always untoucheble
I'm into your mind
Want you or no
I'm like a butterfly
High up your nose
I'll party all night
And then, dissapearing I go
poem by Ianne de Angel
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Thats the Butterfly in Me
Got to be where every flower I see
Thats the butterfly
in me
yes, Thats the butterfly
in me
I come and go on the wind
and soar in the sky
Cos thats just the butterfly
in me
I've got the wind under my beautiful
wings and my heart is happy
and it sings
Thats just the butterfly
in me
My colors run deeper
than the colors of the sea
Cos thats
the butterfly in me
poem by Dorsey Baker
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Butterfly Buffet
Butterfly, butterfly, your colors so bright
Where do you go when God turns out the light?
Do you find some place safe that you can call home?
Or continue to flutter, continue to roam?
Through a buffet of flavors, slurping nectar, so sweet
Savoring a myriad of flowers, as their juices you drink
Until your tunny's content and you've had your fill
Now let your food settle till you next nectar meal
Butterfly, butterfly, your colors so bright
Where do you go when God turns out the light?
Do you continue to fly from flower to flower
Or call it a day then wait out the hours?
Do you find a cozy and compfy place
Where you're sure to show God's beauty and grace?
I know I've seen you many times before
At a picnic, a ball game, at the seashore
Look for the beauty God gave us to share
And we will find butterflies plentiful there.
Butterfly, butterfly, colors so bright
Where do you go when God turns off the lights?
poem by Gail Godin
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O Beautiful Butterfly
Beautiful, beautiful
Purple, violet, red
Spotted and varied
Butterfly, butterfly
Little Rishu does say
Come and play
Butterfly, butterfly
Like you
I want to fly
Very, very high
And view
Beautiful flowers
And playing kids
Who oft skids
While running
Playing in the garden
O beautiful butterfly
Come and take me high
High above in the sky
O my sweet butterfly, butterfly
Shashikant Nishant Sharma 'साहिल'
==========©SNS==14 November 2010==Patna==========
{This poem was written on the children day on seeing my little nephew playing in the garden.}
poem by Shashikant Nishant Sharma
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The Butterfly
THE Butterfly, an idle thing,
Nor honey makes, nor yet can sing,
As do the bee and bird;
Nor does it, like the prudent ant,
Lay up the grain for times of want,
A wise and cautious hoard.
My youth is but a summer's day:
Then like the bee and ant I'll lay
A store of learning by;
And though from flower to flower I rove,
My stock of wisdom I'll improve
Nor be a butterfly.
poem by Ann Taylor
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Butterfly Fly
Fly little butterfly fly, for you are beauty and free.
Ever changing, ever transforming.
I am changing, I am forming, I am growing.
Like a butterfly so beautiful and yet so free.
Always changing, always transforming.
I am that butterfly, I am beautiful but yet I am not free.
Open the window, let me fly for I am not a child anymore.
You have helped transform this cocoon into a beautiful butterfly.
Set me free. For if not it will wider and die,
like a flower when it gets no water.
Let me wonder, let me live, let me learn from my mistakes.
Don’t let me wider, don’t let me die just set this butterfly free.
Open the window, unlock the door and no matter how far I go.
I will always be your baby, no matter how old I grow.
poem by Elizabeth Gaytan
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Butterfly...
Butterfly...my all..my own, Butterfly
My butterfly, I remember the
day we met. You bumped into me.
Well, sort of floated, from no where,
and from that moment, I recall what
I said, 'Well, my little butterfly,
where did you come from.?
Butterfly, you laughed, and responded,
'I picked you out, and just floated down,
and landed on your shoulder.
Butterfly, there are many that think
that a Butterfly, can't laugh, but you did.
They think that a Butterfly, does not cry,
but you have.
Can a Butterfly be happy, cause happiness?
Butterfly, of mine...you did.
Can a Butterfly, caused one to nearly burst
with joy? Butterfly, you did and you have.
Butterfly, there is not a moment, since I
met you, that I can not recall.
Some might wonder what a butterfly, drinks.
Butterfly, shall we let them know, we became
intoxicated, as we sipped the nectar of life.
As my butterfly and I floated through the
wonders of earth, I wish we could share the
joy we found, with all of this planet.
Butterfly, shall we always be together?
Butterfly, I do not mean, just here on
earth, I mean until the stars stop shinning.
Butterfly, I mean, until there is no moon...
no anything, but my Butterfly and I.
Butterfly...I think that we will. Butterfly,
I believe that we were meant to be.
Flower fly
Flower
Want too fly...
So..
Asking butterfly
'I want too fly
What can i do...? '
Butterfly say
'Next term
Born on butterfly'
Flower did not smile...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Butterfly
Oh, butterfly, butterfly,
why do you flutter by?
Why can not you fly straight,
and have any weapons to fight?
Where do you get so much colour?
Can I buy one, how much in dollar?
Why do you have two lives?
Can I get one, please!
I want to transform mine,
To overcome human crisis,
Through the mysterious morphosis.
I want to be you, O! Butterfly,
From flower to flower to flutter by.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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On Wing and Wind...
My butterfly, I remember the
day we met. You bumped into me.
Well, sort of floated, from no where,
and from that moment, I recall what
I said, 'Well, my little butterfly,
where did you come from.?
Butterfly, you laughed, and responded,
'I picked you out, and just floated down,
and landed on your shoulder.
Butterfly, there are many that think
that a Butterfly, can't laugh, but you did.
They think that a Butterfly, does not cry,
but you have.
Can a Butterfly be happy, cause happiness?
Butterfly, of mine...you did.
Can a Butterfly, caused one to nearly burst
with joy? Butterfly, you did and you have.
Butterfly, there is not a moment, since I
met you, that I can not recall.
Some might wonder what a butterfly, drinks.
Butterfly, shall we let them know, we became
intoxicated, as we sipped the nectar of life.
As my butterfly and I floated through the
wonders of earth, I wish we could share the
joy we found, with all of this planet.
Butterfly, shall we always be together?
Butterfly, I do not mean, just here on
earth, I mean until the stars stop shinning.
Butterfly, I mean, until there is no moon...
no anything, but my Butterfly and I.
Butterfly...I think that we will. Butterfly,
I believe that we were meant to be.
Butterfly, Butterfly
butterfly, butterfly
fly in the sky
butterfly, butterfly
flies so high
butterfly, butterfly
lands on my thigh
butterfly, butterfly
motionlessly lies
butterfly, butterfly
gracefully dies
poem by Adryan Bates
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