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Lily Priest Mar 2020
'But I can't fly'
Said the
Buttetfly-to-be.
'Oh my dear,
One day you will
And you'll do it
Beautifully'.
Unpolished Ink Mar 2020
A Butterly ***** its wings

Warm air stirs

Clouds rise

Temperature drops

Rain begins

Seeds move in the earth

Dry rivers fill their bellies

Landlocked fish dance to the sea

The ocean moves

Cool air stirs

Storms rage

Clouds appear

And somewhere

A butterfly ***** its wings!
Hamies Mar 2020
and after crying for hours about the decisions you made all by yourself
i cannot do anything than keep my mouth shut and silently hope for a butterfly to fly by
Jay M Mar 2020
My little
Happy reason
Nothing pitiful
In this season
Running in the meadow
Just going with the flow

Little butterfly
Flying by
My closed window
Then a little show
Starts to play
In my head

One made up
Only playing for me
Some parts reality
Other parts dreams and what's up
Then it's what's down
Then it's what's right
Then it's all that's left

But hey
I've got reasons to stay
In the fields of grass and earth
Or seated by the hearth
Soaking up the warmth
From the sun or fire
Wishing it were from a person
One in particular
But that's alright
I can dream
I can dance in a moonbeam
Under the starlight
Where my soul shines bright

Sing to your heart to find you
It calls to
One such as yourself
So search for it
Not just for a bit
Search for your happy reason.

- Jay M
March 16th, 2020
Was looking through my words, and picked two words next to each other for a title. Poem is based on the title.

Fun little things, words are.
Bibhusita Mar 2020
Winter has faded
It is spring
Flowers dance
and bees sing

I stay suspended
devoid of haste
No need to breathe
still and braced

Silence reigns
The cocoon awaits
For the wings and
For summers gates!
Arcassin B Mar 2020
By Arcassin B

When you were younger there were,
times and places we would,
come back to when those nights have passed and gone,
when you were younger there was,
stars and spaces left so,
so unheard of but ah,
your face never left my mind,
And if I ever feel better,
just to better waste some time with you,
and when you gave me your number,
caterpillars hid in their cocoons,
And if I ever meant something,
to you back when we were younger,
can't be based off nothing,
when its all over I'll let you know,
And if I ever feel better,
just to better waste some time with you,
and when you gave me your number,
Butterflies came from cocoons...

When you were younger there were,
friends you'd want me to meet,
disagreeing with it,
I had concerns with this,
When you were younger you were,
full of life just waiting,
for whatever happiness,
you thought was waiting for you but,
If I ever feel better,
just to better waste some time with you,
and when you gave me your number,
caterpillars hid in their cocoons,
And if I ever meant something,
to you back when we were younger,
can't be based off nothing,
when its all over I'll let you know,
And if I ever feel better,
just to better waste some time with you,
and when you gave me your number,
Butterflies came from cocoons.


©abpoetry2020
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2020/03/when-you-were-younger-pt-6.html
Salmabanu Hatim Mar 2020
Lone leaf hangs onto the branch of a tree on the cliff side,
Nods at the breaking waves below.
The hustle of the wind,
Cause the autumn leaf to fall,
Twisting and turning through the rough air,
Like a butterfly in flight.
Down, down it flutters,
Whispering, singing exhausted.
The diver saw the pain and beauty in the leaf,
Caught it in mid air,
And both shimmered down onto the waves.
Even the smallest leaf must face its destiny,
Saved by the battering waves,
It was buried in the diver's garden.
2/3/2020
Rose Amberlyn Feb 2020
feeling so small,
and powerless.
Holding tight to my row boat,
As the dark ocean waters,
storm both sides.
My matted hair, soaked,
covering my eyes.
I sail alone,
without direction.

and they want to cut me open.
take away what i was born with.

my therapist said we are all butterflies.
transforming, changing.
metaphorically.

but some of us,
are changing,
biologically.
under a knife.
to save our life.

and that is the hardest metamorphosis,
i can think of.
A Jung Lim Feb 2020
Crashed left
Crushed right

I was running, running
not knowing what happens
as I couldn't understand
as nobody understood me

Tired
Torn

But just kept running, running
as it was the only thing that I could do
as it was the only way to mirror myself falling down

At that time
Tortured

But at the bottom of myself
something that handled me
My other voice

Enduring
you will get your wings
Inside of you
A growing butterfly

Make a shell
Nurture

The dazzling butterfly
waiting for its time
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