#flutter
\ I flutter back /
\ from time to time /
\ to loud hearts and /
\ gentle minds; to cityscapes /
\ in golden light, to neon bars /
| and street fights; to country |
| lanes and drunken drives with |
/ good old friends and future \
/ wives; to summer nights with \
/ campfire jives, to ***** shots \
/ and sunken pints; I flutter back \
/ and stay a while, \
/ with no regrets \
/ and only \
/ smiles \
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 1:25 PM UTC
There is always
One final shove
From those old Angels
We've forgotten how to love.
Their cold fingers
No longer reach the depths
Where they used to linger.
One final blue night
We listen to the trains.
Finally committing to a goodbye
Because the stars
That drift through your eyes
Can no longer flutter the heart
Or evoke butterflies.
Those same gentle eyes
Will let you go
One last time.
Watching headlights
Melt the highway.
I turned away from you
And there is no second try.
Nobody will refer to us as two
After this goodbye.
Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 9:41 PM UTC
besotted by a gazelle’s gaze
beguiled by her effusive smile
bewildered he stands,
bereft of any shame
begging with a bowl for her lips and more....
© 2021
Aug 14, 2021
Aug 14, 2021 at 9:15 AM UTC
When fear flutters me I close my heart's shutter for preventing its entry inside me.
© SPRIHA KANT
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 3:59 AM UTC
I wish there are words to explain the kind of feeling that I experience when I'm with you; When you do those little things.
When you smirk
When you eat so slow
When you wait your soda to water down
When we laugh over our inside jokes
When we get sarcastic and all judgy
How you wish me success
How you look at me in the eyes when I tell my stories
How you hold my hand
Whenever you ask if I am happy
How you find ways and say the right words to cheer me up
How you validate my feelings and ambitions
How we talk about our dreams and hopes
How you assure me that I am enough
I guess there are really no poems or haikus that can express how you make my heart flutter.
I'm a writer by profession but maybe these will always make me wonder.
There are feelings that will never turn into words.
Maybe those are meant to feed my heart and soul.
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 12:42 PM UTC
A strange soft stirring begins in my heart
I’m not sure what caused this fluttering to start
Like innocence still uncorrupted captured in butterflies
Except my stomach is no longer where the majority flies
But just a little while ago a few still hovered there
But to trap or imprison them I wouldn’t dare
There hides a few more in the lungs in my chest
Only flap wings when I can’t catch my breath
When silence is the single sentence I have to not speak
Your smile leaves me speechless
Knees growing weak
No clock
No noise
All surroundings fade away
Colors suddenly emerge where before was only grey
Waiting for your melodic voice to disrupt that magic spell
Heaven momentarily suspended til one word snaps me back into hell
The illusion of perfection not once falters or affrights
As you come closer the swarm inside my body takes off in simultaneous flight
It’s mindblowing the way my senses react when you are near
How you still manage to give me butterflies even after all these years
Oct 24, 2020
Oct 24, 2020 at 9:06 PM UTC
Hope.
A word that floats in the back of my mind
As emotions ebb and flow.
Hope.
When everything feels so unknown;
When seasons come and go.
Hope.
A feeling in my belly,
Like the flutter of a butterfly.
Hope.
The promise for a new tomorrow.
The steadfast love between you and I.
Hope.
When there's nothing left to do,
But surrender.
Hope.
The piece of puzzle in life that will help us
Make it through this time together.
Hope.
More than just a word or flutter;
The only thing I can cling to now.
Hope.
A gentle and sweet reminder,
We'll make it through somehow.
Hope.
For today and for tomorrow,
And just for right now.
Hope.
©KSS 4/2020
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 11:46 PM UTC
Life is full of little birdies
Whispering here and there
They sing and dance and flutter about
Overly eager to share
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 11:46 AM UTC
Incandescent hues flutter around me,
as nightfall's beauty graces
my every sight.
This silhouette, a partner of illumination,
still feeling the days touch even
though set beneath eventide.
Looking up the moonlight bathes
my thoughts,
and I'm at peace.
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 3:35 PM UTC
You are half a world away
but you still make my heart flutter.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 8:43 AM UTC
Aflutter
by Michael R. Burch
"This rainbow is the token of the covenant, which I have established between me and all flesh."—Yahweh
You are gentle now, and in your failing hour
how like the child you were, you seem again,
and smile as sadly as the girl
(age ten?)
who held the sparrow with the mangled wing
close to her heart.
It marveled at your power
but would not mend.
And so the world renews
old vows it seemed to make: false promises
spring whispers, as if nothing perishes
that does not resurrect to wilder hues
like rainbows’ eerie pacts we apprehend
but cannot fail to keep.
Now in your eyes
I see the end of life that only dies
and does not care for bright, translucent lies.
Are tears so precious? These few, let us spend
together, as before, then lay to rest
these sparrows’ hearts aflutter at each breast.
Published by The Lyric, Poetry Life & Times and The Eclectic Muse
NOTE: This is a poem about a couple committing suicide together. The “eerie pact” refers to a bible verse about the rainbow being a “covenant,” when the only covenant human beings can depend on is the original one that condemned us to suffer and die. That covenant is always kept perfectly. Keywords/Tags: Gentle, heart, flutter, aflutter, death, dying, suicide, euthanasia, pact, tears, hospice, hemlock, arsenic, rest in peace
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 3:42 AM UTC
I'll bear the consequences of falling in love with you.
Yet, you always make my heart flutter,
whether you sincere of your feeling,
or even it was just because you are that kind of person.
The pain will forever scar,
but the love will stays.
hoping that the consequences will turn around to you.
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 4:56 AM UTC
Since 3rd Grade, I like you.
I don't know what you did to my heart.
First day of 4th Grade, I thought my feelings were gone.
5th Grade, you still make my heart flutter.
6th Grade, I tried to like someone else.
It got successful but why were you still the number one?
7th Grade, you still never failed to make my heart flutter.
As we keep getting closer, the pain became closer to me too.
8th grade, I had second thoughts if I still like you,
Because I felt it's more than like already.
9th grade, still thinking why I have feelings for you when you flutter and break my heart at the same time.
10th Grade, as much as my feelings grew deeper,
The pain started to grow more.
Ever since 3rd Grade,
I started to have feelings for you,
Also, the pain started to grow too.
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 4:39 AM UTC
You didn't want to greet me yet,
You said it's not yet 12.
I laughed and thought,
That's so much like you.
I was alone outside our house,
Seeing those kids waiting for new year.
While, I didn't feel anything but sadness.
It was just a normal day for me not like that past where everything was so great.
I stared at my phone, it's 12 already.
I suddenly heard noises.
When I looked at those kids outside,
I suddenly got a notification.
It was you,
I smiled and thought,
You really greeted me.
You were the first one to do it that day.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 8:58 PM UTC
The sight of you makes me happy.
When you call me by my nickname,
It makes my heart flutter.
When you tease me,
I seek for more.
Am I completely wrecked by you?
It is sad that I don't have chances for you too.
The sight of you with kids,
Makes me fall more.
Is this a chance to forget my bunny?
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 8:02 PM UTC
When I lay with you
Time seems to slow
Eyelashes flutter
Like a butterfly flying off
As you glance down at me
Through droopy eyelids
One day I shall join you
6 feet under
And lay with you once again
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 10:49 PM UTC
What makes a heart go
pitter patter?
A smile, a laugh?
Perhaps a lass?
A flutter here and there
quickly becomes
the natural rhythm
of love.
Gleaming eyes, lip curled gently behind teeth
the bashful look down
to interlaced fingers.
A flutter shared
among smiles and happily
beating hearts.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 2:29 AM UTC
Sometimes
I wish I had a lazy tongue
That would fault
Itself
And make it difficult
to blurt out my thoughts
And all my contradictions
In a hopeless posed way
like how leaves flutter
away and drift
Without a curious glance
or murmur.
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 9:49 AM UTC