Haiku butterfly
sips nectar from word flowers
makes a poem grow

A recent meeting led me to a girl, She was a butterfly, free and wild And I was drawn in by her fluttering style. Her wings were painted with colors so bright. We sat by the water, talking all night, And for a moment, everything felt just right.

Her laugh was so contagious, my heart skipped a beat. Whenever I'm with her, I feel so at ease, Comfortable, and happy, with a sense of peace.

But uncertainty creeps in, and doubt fills my mind, Does she feel the same, or am I just blind? She's not looking for something, at least for now, And I'm left feeling lost, wondering how.

Despite it all, I still cherish each and every day, The way her smile lights up my way. And though my heart's fearful, and my mind's in strife, I'll hold on to hope, and enjoy this journey of life.

I fully believe in the butterfly effect.
Because when I see you,
I know somewhere else in the world,
the universe must balance out
your lovliness.

When you laugh,
I feel the breeze blow on a spring feild
and see a child
seeing the sunset for the first time.

When you smile,
Orange trees bloom
with white colored flowers
and a scent so sweet
the bees cannot resist it.

And when you look at me
with the face of an angel
and the emotion of a God,
I cannot help but see
your beauty
in everything.

The white butterfly

moves, to save it, I quickly --


put out the candle.

She has her smile now
Dancing gracefully under the sun
Free as a butterfly

The Dawn is rising.
The Sun is shining.
Bees are buzzing.
Birds are humming.
Butterflies are dancing.
Clouds are forming. 
Rain is falling.
Water springs are flowing.
Meadows are chanting.
Flowers are blossoming.
Mountains are bowing.
Natures is playing a melody with magnificent beauty.

Hussein Dekmak

Valleys turn into hills, hills into mountains
Life into time, time into sands we from,
drifting oceans of waves—waters of before,
clouds at first.

Crush into love, first kiss into memories,
memories become experience.
Experiences into story—stories into legend,
and those new legends to be born.

Loneliness into depression, expression out
of hurt. Hurt into echoing words, words immortal.

Must life be like the butterfly;
birth, caterpillar that grows,
cocoon~ hidden in the dark.
And of course the beauty at the end.

                                Life is transformation

Between the two
is an eye
and the blue sky.

Still an unspoiled world
the butterfly
wings away.

The moonlit
starry sky
scrolls down the other eye!