Feb 2016
Freedom is all she needs.
That tiny twirling Butterfly,
Whose wings could fly her all the way to the moon.
Gliding through the vast sky without a care.
She dances until noon,
Than disappears from sight.
Noontime mingles with the moon,
Allowing her to freely fly,
A beauty, such as herself, had once been merely a cocoon.
And before that, a caterpillar,
Wishing to be free, and sing a new tune.
That tiny twirling Butterfly,
Whose wings could fly her all the way to the moon.
Gliding through the vast sky without a care.
She dances until noon,
Than disappears from sight.
Noontime mingles with the moon,
Allowing her to freely fly,
A beauty, such as herself, had once been merely a cocoon.
And before that, a caterpillar,
Wishing to be free, and sing a new tune.
I've never made an actual rhyming poem before. I usually write free verse, but it was a requirement in a poetry class I'm taking. I had to use Rhyme, assonance, consonance, onomatopoeia or alliteration. I choose to rhyme and some alliteration. (I also did a hint of consonance).
