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Kissing butterflies
Under a bright Hunter's Moon
She unveils her dreams

Gently sets them free
To seek and find her belov'd
On far distant shores

A butterfly beats
Soft wings in America
Creates a whirlwind

In a racing heart
Echoing fervently back
Across the ocean

Sweetest passions borne
On splendid wings of love
To the Huntress

Patiently waiting
On a wuthering hilltop
In glowing moonlight
This multi versed haiku was written to accompany an original artwork which can be viewed on my profile or on my facebook poetry page facebook.com/writeapoemforme
Alexis May 2020
what if the butterfly never flapped its wings?
for fear of creating a tsunami,
i say **** the tsunami
flap your wings,
tsunamis will always be tsunamis and
a butterfly was made
to fly.
be who you want to be, **** the consequences.
Rae Oct 2020
The world is a great whirling place.
The wind is always moving,
Jets streams, high and low pressure,
Hurricanes and tornadoes and sweet-smelling,
Gentle afternoon breezes accompanied by sweet iced tea and
A smooth, southern belle accent.

It’s all a reaction, a string of effects that affect another
Effect.
You sneeze, you end world hunger.
You cough, you **** a man in France with a
.22 that you stole from your mom.

The Butterfly Effect
An interesting movie, that one
Though the only scene I’ve ever seen
Was Ashton Kutcher waking up and somehow having
Spent the night with his boyhood crush as an adult
In her college dorm.
(Did I imagine that?
Who knows.)

Regardless: I’m curious
What each of my heartbeats does to the economy of Taiwan.
What the smell of my shampoo does to the eruption of a volcano in Hawaii.
What the cut of my dress does to the graying hair on an old man living
In a flat in central London.
Excuse me, I meant greying.

It’s also funny: what does one random smile from me
Do to a stranger for the rest of the day?
What does my stumble up the stairs
Do to a Spanish teacher as they come back from their lunch break?

If we’re all connected, then shouldn’t everything we do determine something else?
And isn’t everything we do determined by something else?
So was everything determined by one singular action at the very beginning?
Can there be an origin action without an action to originate that, and one to originate that, and-
Well, I’ve heard that’s God: he’s the hand that tipped the first domino,
The only thing in existence that defies all science and reason;
Whether that’s true or not is for a different day
With a different girl with a decent amount of sleep.
Nishkarsh Sharma Nov 2018
A precious moment is lost
As it’s chosen to be unnoticed,
Uncelebrated for what it’s worth,
In pursuit of the next moment.
And it reflects upon something else
How wings flapped could cause wonders,
A greater joy is lost in sequel.
So choose not to ignore the moment,
This, now is important,
This, now, should be thought upon,
This, now, should be acted upon,
For once it goes, never would come
And thoughts for it would only remain.
Go slow, why do you rush,
It’s life that you are speeding through,
You won’t reach anywhere better
Because the end is just the end.
Vivek Raj Aug 2018
No matter what,
From this point on,
I must endure,
This pain called love,
For therein,
Lies your future.

No matter what,
Every moment,
I must thole,
This misery called life,
For therein,
Lies your happiness.

The farther you are away from me,
The more I will become a distant memory,
A catalyst,
This distance will be,
To help you forget me,
For it is the stepping stone,
To take you out of realization,
That I am truly gone.

No memory should include me,
For a butterfly effect there should be,
To allow you to unlearn,
Everything about us,
So, you can finally get to make do,
As you wished to be,
For your life,
And, the future of your love,
With what you always wanted to see.
Jade Louise Aug 2017
Thoughts fall from her head to her heart
The sky sprinkled in ribbons of stars
Falling in trails of wishes, such a piece of art

She thinks she’s insignificant, just so small
Just a collection of blood, skin, and secrets
But what if she realized, the sky could fall?

That the butterfly effect was true*
That the world existed perfectly
Because of people just like you
~JLH
Jim Davis Mar 2017
Take this flat, round, stone
I told my son, and daughter too
Throw it hard, spinning it
Across the stilled pond
Count your big splashes
Watch the ripples grow

First stones they threw
Only singular sets of ripples
Then two, then three, then more
Eventually, their stones, with mine
Easily reached the other shore
Splashes, into ripples galore

Ripples formed by casted rocks
Have they lasting print upon
Hearts of those I've loved
Standing now on faraway shores
Gleefully leaping, dancing, tossing
Skipping stones hid in their pockets

Are my stones, living on in ripples
Marked indelible in memories
Cast in mind's marble and stone
A forever legacy or merely
A dimly lit fading thought
In minds and hearts forlorn

Once, when I was young
I knew, I could ripple the world
Now, I only hope a weary rest  
To lay burden upon the shore
Enfeebled arm, for slinging stones
Pond's winter death, comes nigh

A bit of time left, of sweet life
To cast a few more stones
Boulders, to toss into the river
Giving the biggest splash
Heavy to lift, except with help
From other believers in ripples

©  2017 Jim Davis
Ok, fellow believers, here is my pitiful effort following my recently posted short stanza "Ripples".  Playing with the word "ripple" and  thinking about the idea of the "butterfly effect'.  Keep believing!  "I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the water to create many ripples." -Mother Teresa
One small change
Can make an enormous difference.

What you thought would be okay
Turned you against the world.
Idek
Apollo Hayden Nov 2016
Fluttering of wings
Angelic things, mysterious in the same
Ripples from choices made can rewrite narratives
In just a blink of an eye all things can change
Wishing you had control of the past, and that you held tighter on the reins, blinds your view and holds you down with a heavy load of regret
Don't let your soul burn away like a moth in a flame
Though you've been hit by the butterfly effect
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