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Donna Aug 2018
We walked around the
park and came across a sweet
garden of flowers

All trimmed so lovely
not a bud out of place and the
sun shone happily

Was there we saw a
wishing pond full of silver
gold and bronze money

So we made a wish
Plonk plonk plonk is what we heard
as the coins lie still

Jennifer was near
by , watering the new buds
Butteflies fluttered

there ivory wings
whispering sweet lyrics to
birds flying in sky

We came across a
monkey , he ****** to its cage
Dean said its hungry

It was colour of
midnight , full of gentleness
Contentment for sure

Dean pulled a twig of
leaves off a tall plant for the
monkey , who I thought

had smiled in its own
animal way , but all of
a sudden two girl

monkeys colour of
a rising sun tried to rule
the roast , so dean gave

them some leaves too , but
they seemed adamant to pinch
the males food , we did

have a giggle and
told the girl monkeys to shoo
They just ignored us

We saw elephants
Skin like a hundred years old
Eyes like big diamonds

One seven foot tall
Jennifer flew by smiling
sprinkling sunlight

upon there hay , we
saw a monkey eat a fly
It picked off its wings

threw them to the ground
and ate its body ,it was
a fascinating

moment, Flight never
to be lowered only to be
born again to life

Oh I loved the big
leopard she was amazing
Her fur so unique

Her temperament so
kind so loving so happy
Man as been her friend

It was a lovely
day and Jennifer enjoyed
herself too , she sang

a song making the
sun giggle so much , its teeth
fell upon warm earth

leaving sparkles in
ponds and glistens upon cars
and smiles in clouds

We all drank ice cold
water and ate some chips and
a panini with

cheese and tomato!
We drove home feeling happy
And the sky was too
Yesterday we visited a wildlife park it was truly lovely lots of the animals are becoming extinct and this particular park as given many of the animals a really lovely kind loving enviroment to live in :)))
Kichiya Hayashi Aug 2018
There’s black butteflies twirling around my soul
Slowly luring me, wrapping my crushed spirit
Inviting me to disappear from this world of misery

The black butterflies mummified my body
Inch by inch they took care of my wrecked vessel like a soldier died fighting on the battlefield

People keep on telling me to be strong
They never realized my strength is drained
I wish my heart is big enough to contain this endless pain

Oh I want to be in paradise
Oh I want to be in paradise
Oh.I.want.to.be.in.paradise.
mp Oct 2013
I saw you
I feel inlove with you
You look back
your eyes dazzled

When you say my name
My stomach erupts
Like it has little butteflies on it
They say it's a metaphor
having butterflies means you found the love of your life

I wish that was true
We become friends
And more than friends
You ask me one day
do you want to have kids
I came to think of it

Maybe im not yet ready
no, i don't like to
His eyes look at me
Still dazzled, like the first time we met
But his eyes has it's understanding

I think i met the love of my life
My words are butterflies in a meadow.
You walk through them and they scatter and float around you,
twisting and dancing in your footsteps,
riding on your breath,
and I am left chasing them.
Wordless.
But not empty handed.

My hands full of rhythm.
Like the fall and rise of your chest.
The steady inhale, exhale I listen to.
My hands dancing in the shine of your eyes.

These lines like those elusive butteflies
reflected in that shine.
So I wait for them to glide near.
Patient.
And when they alight upon my hands,
I let my fingertips breathe them in,
and soak who I am.

And it is then that I feel their raw emotion.
Burning without a sting.
Instead, calm and reassuring.

In an instant they're gone
in a quiet breath of wind.
But their essence lingers
in the life of this poem.
Jolene Perron Jul 2010
Don't you remember the time,
when you used to hold me tight.
Don't you remember you said,
forever it'll be alright.

Don't you remember the words,
Babe, I love you.
Don't you remember this?
sweetie, I still do.

There was a time when,
I saw you most every day.
Everything was lovely,
perfect in every way.

We had our fights,
and agruments you see.
But nothing compared to that feeling,
when you were with me.

You gave me butteflies,
but now you give me tears.
Each time I think of you,
this became my worst fear.

I wish I had a do-over,
just one last chance.
I've grown up in the last month,
I believe we both have.

I believed in us,
and baby I still do.
I don't know why after all this time,
I still love you.

The storms that come and go,
I wish you were there.
By my side holding me,
I wish you still cared.

Don't you remember last year,
at this particular time.
We only wished to be together,
that you could be mine.

You waited for me for long,
and I wish I knew from the start.
Baby, I'm waiting for you,
because you still have my heart.

I don't know how long,
how much it'll take.
But I hope you realize I'm yours,
until the earth shakes.

Until the skies come down,
and engulf this world.
I'll be sitting here wishing,
I was your girl.

You have my heart,
this friendship I will cherish.
But it's your love, babe,
that I really truely miss.

If it takes forever,
hundreds and thousands of years.
I'll be sitting here,
waiting for you dear.

So don't you remember?
the words I love you.
I wish I could hear them again,
because I still do ...
Michael Angelo Mar 2021
People idolize butterflies
For their beauty,
But curse their fragility.

Being human
Is wanting to contain
That which is better off
Free;

The essence we so desperately

Desire.
Donna Jan 2018
I woke to a grey
cloudy miserable sky pressed
against bedroom pane

I heard a crow caw
then another one flew by
cawing much louder

o spring I close my
eyes and I see your flowers
and I smile wide

butteflies flutter
so softly gently pretty
in bluest of sky

leaves blossom in love
making trees happy again
I then open eyes

I smell my daughters
strawberry forest fruity
dark berry candle

it whiffs through warm air
circling swirling dancing
a fabulous show

the soft fluffy grey
carpet strokes my ancient feet
easing my old age

of yes old age is
flowing in, most mornings
my skeleton gets bored

a flower in vase
brightens up my kitchen
with a summer feel

I shall not let cold
winter get to me , instead
i find pretty things

to keep my heart
growing until spring casts
her wonderful spell

of brighter skies and
lovely ladybirds who
kindly blow kisses
I keep.myself inspired indoors until spring arrives :)
Preston Oct 2018
Usually
I am slow, ploddering.
But when I met you,
The tortoise became the hare
And I charged full speed ahead
And crashed into butteflies
Freed from my rib cage.
Do you feel
As excited as I do
When I get a chance to talk to you?
My heart races
My cheeks glow
And my lips curve,
Upward.
I would collect a million pennies
(Plus one)
To pay the sun and moon
to put a day on pause
So I'd have longer to talk with you
And give the last one to you
To know your thoughts.
When I talk to you,
I feel the sun
Rise in my breast
A confidence
To challenge
the most daunting task.
You excite me
In the same way
I'd lie awake
Antsy and sleepless
on Christmas Eve.
When your troubles bring you down,
I wish you feel able to lean on me.
I am not a mere rock
I am a mountain
That has stands tall
even under oppressive gravity.
I will listen, for as long as you need.
I am curious,
and you intrigue me,
I think the discovery of You
would make an old world map complete.
(And I hope in some ways
There is more youd like to know about me)
To use the honesty
That you so admire,
All I want
is the chance to make you happy
Because a smile to you
Is a treasure to me.
...
But you already are.
With someone who is not me.
And some days, Im terrified
That Im boring
Or annoying.
And you'll leave.
And yet,
here I remain
because you are
Important to me.
And if you're happy,
then maybe, I too can be.
Because knowing you,
Sublime you,
Is good enough for me.
For anyone who has fallen for someone, who is with someone else
Cindy Long Aug 2017
I thought i had known love before.
Had grasped it and even wore it proudly for a while.
But it wasnt until you became part of my existence that i began to fathum this pure and horrific thing.
You gave me butteflies and made my knees sore and i dreamed of you.
Oh how i longed to touch all the time.
Theres were moments i didnt think i could do it; that we wouldnt make it but we did. We pushed through.
Well i pushed-you fought to stay still but i forced you along until you gave in.
Theres nothing like being a mother.
I didnt even see your face before i started crying.
And i when i held you for the first time truly held you on my arms i know i loved you.
I love you more than anything in this entire world.
More than anyone would love you.
I knew that there wasnt a thing i wouldnt do to protect you.
Id lie for you, steal for you, hurt for you, **** or be killed for you.
I hadnt realized that i wasnt living, i wasnt loving, i wasnt me without you.
Id look at your sleeping face and id cry because i was so happy.
I had thought i knew what happiness felt like.
I was so wrong.
And then the butterflies came back and it made me sick.
I new you wouldnt be alone for long and it scared me.
I was afraid that i wouldnt be able to love him as much as you because i had already given you my entire heart.
I hated myself because i knew how unfair that would be to him.
For he wasnt even born and he had never done anything wrong or would he ever in my eyes.
Then they cut me open and yanked him out and i heard him cry and that sound was so pure and so perfect and so everything that you were.
I looked at him and i loved him just as much.
With everything that was in me.
It was like my heart grew a whole other heart to so i could love him the same.
I looked into his eyes and he was every ounce of beautiful just as you.
And you can up to him and held him and kissed him and i knew you loved him the same way that i did.
The same way that i love you.
I cried for the both of you because i loved you both so much it was hard to breathe and the only thing i could see was yall.
The only thing i could do then and can do now is love you.
Love you both for rest of my life.
You are my only true and honest and pure and magical and special loves.
You are my soulmates.
My everythings.
I love you boys.
gabby May 2020
the heart gets used to coldness.
those butteflies feel frozen.
and you realise
a brainfreeze is better than
milions of burning thoughts.
had this poem in mind while eating ice cream.

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