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Butterfly Poems

cloudsBelow you will find an extensive collection of some of the most beautiful and captivating butterfly poems ever written. Poetry has always been a wonderful way to express beauty and create imagery with words that people can appreciate. Some of the poems are by world-renowned writers, such as British poet William Wordsworth, while our amazingly talented users have written others. If you would like to contribute a poem about butterflies to the collection please don't hesitate to get in contact today. I always enjoy reading user submitted work so please do send it in. If you get selected for the website I will email you back and let you know. I look forward to receiving your submissions!

Extract from: Pagett, M.P.


The toad beneath the harrow knows,

Exactly where each tooth-point goes,

The butterfly upon the road,

Preaches contentment to that toad.


Rudyard Kipling - British author, poet and nobel prize winner. Born in 1865 and died in 1936.



Beautiful Butterfly


There wings are stretched wide,

fluttering around the flower,

A Butterfly gently lands on a leaf,

They possess a certain power.


Orange, gold, and some are yellow,

Some fly slow and some rather fast,

Always they put on a show of color

that makes this warm feeling last!


They take flight and move with such grace,

It's fascinating to see how they land,

I enjoy watching one blend in,

As it sometimes greets my hand.


Some of them will fly in pairs,

while others remain alone,

There are some that appear quite small,

And yet there are some that seem full grown!


I have been told that they don't live long,

Most only live several days,

It is such a wonder of nature,

As I watch as a new one stays.


They love to grace our gardens,

We love to watch them go by,

I am so lucky to have them around me,

As they are flying low and high!


There goes another one,

It stopped to delight me again,

Always lifting my spirits,

As only a butterfly can!


Author: Paul Peterzell



Butterfly


How graceful,

Fluttering before me,

Butterfly lands,

Colorful as can be.


Adorning a rose petal,

Sun glistening so bright,

A butterfly journey,

Seems like a rather quick flight.


Wing span so wide,

Resting as they do,

A treat to our senses,

A color fest does ensue,


Spotting a new one,

Blending with the tree,

A difficult task,

Sometimes hard to see.


A delight in the air,

Flying in pairs,

So glad I witnessed,

With so many wide stares.


Author: Paul Peterzell



Gracing my garden!


Gliding through the air,

wings so colorful and bright,

A butterfly heads my way,

What a truly amazing sight!

Stripes so perfectly aligned,

Symmetrical and straight

Gold, Orange and Blue,

Viewing one worth the wait.

A flower petal invite,

Enticing as it seems ,

resting for a moment,

as in my butterfly dreams.

Bathing in the suns glow,

A peaceful mood,

A butterfly landing,

an eager observer soothed.

Fluttering about,

A rhythm innately learned.

Effortless in flight,

Caterpillar to Butterfly turned.

Enlightening our world,

brightens a gloomy day.

Watching a butterfly,

dazzles onlookers to stay.


Author: Paul Peterzell




Transition


In a land of plenty I was born,

That was when I began to consume.

At first, the amount was very small,

But my hunger increased as I grew,


My eyes saw only what was for me,

Not caring for others, never thinking deep,

In time all things came within my grasp,

But never enough, I could not sleep,


Something was missing, my search began,

So too my strange dreams I couldn't ignore,

I dreamed I was flying through the air,

And didn't need to consume any more,


In the end this stopped my appetite,

Then into a deathly sleep I fell,

Within the peace came new beginnings,

Transition to Heaven from my Hell,


With new eyes I saw the brightest dawn,

From my old body burst the new me,

I was slim, trim and lighter than air,

I lifted my wings and flew up free,


I saw down below our precious World.

Its beauty spoilt by the greedy few,

So love each other; Care for our Earth;

Your Butterfly Angel asks of you.


Copyright: Jaquelyn Niel



Butterfly


Where are you going as you flutter-bye,

With your wonderfull colours, oh butterfly.


What can you taste, what can you see,

With your rugby shirt on, you big bumblebee,


Are you really happy, can you tell us a tale,

Slug with home, slow slippery snail.


Your always around, do you ever get lost,

Your annoying and scary you stinging bad wasp.


Why do you buzz, and fly at full throttle,

Your only a fly, you giant blue bottle.


Do you really eat soil, will you ever learn,

Slithery, slithery garden worm.


Why can you carry things heavy and giant,

Your only minute, you small little ant.


There all in our world, around us each day,

Crawling and flying, in there own special way,

We share this big place with every insect,

Living there lives, so show them respect.


Author: Joff

 

Butterfly Wishes

Yesterday a butterfly

Came floating gently through the sky.

He soared up through the atmosphere

Then drifted close enough to hear.


I said, "I'd love to fly with you

And sail around the way you do.

It looks like it would be such fun

To fly up toward the summer sun.


But I have not your graceful charm.

I haven't wings, just these two arms.

I've been designed to walk around.

My human feet must touch the ground.


Then magically he spoke to me

and told me what his wish would be.


He said, "What I'd love most to do

Is walk upon God's Earth with you,

To squish it's mud between my toes

Or touch my finger to my nose.


I'd love just once to walk around,

With human feet to touch the ground,

But I have not two legs that swing,

I haven't arms, just these two wings."


And so we went our separate ways

In wonder and surprise.

For we'd both seen God's precious gifts

Through someone else's eyes.


Author Unknown

 

To A Butterfly

I've watched you now a full half-hour,

Self-poised upon that yellow flower;

And, little Butterfly! indeed

I know not if you sleep or feed.

How motionless! - not frozen seas

More motionless! and then

What joy awaits you, when the breeze

Hath found you out among the trees,

And calls you forth again!


This plot of orchard-ground is ours;

My trees they are, my Sister's flowers;

Here rest your wing when they are weary;

Here lodge as in a sanctuary!

Come often to us, fear no wrong;

Sit near us on the bough!

We'll talk of sunshine and of song,

And summer days, when we were young;

Sweet childish days, that were as long

As twenty days are now.

Stay near me--do not take thy flight!

A little longer stay in sight!

Much converse do I find in thee,

Historian of my infancy!

Float near me; do not yet depart!

Dead times revive in thee:

Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art!

A solemn image to my heart,

My father's family!


Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days,

The time, when, in our childish plays,

My sister Emmeline and I

Together chased the butterfly!

A very hunter did I rush

Upon the prey:--with leaps and springs

I followed on from brake to bush;

But she, God love her, feared to brush

The dust from off its wings.


Author: William Wordsworth


 

The Butterfly

The last, the very last,

So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.

Perhaps if the sun's tears would sing against a white stone...

Such, such a yellow

Is carried lightly way up high

It went away I' m sure because it wished to

kiss the world goodbye.

For seven weeks I've lived in here,

Penned up inside this ghetto

but I have found my people here

The dandelions call to me

And the white chestnut candles in the court.

Only I never saw another butterfly.

That butterfly was the last one,

Butterflies don't live in here,

In the ghetto.


Author: Pavel Friedmann

 

Birth of a Butterfly

A mama butterfly lays all her eggs,

Out pops a caterpillar, crawling on its legs.


The caterpillar first is rather thin,

But then it eats till it bursts through its skin.


After growing nice and big,

The caterpillar climbs on a leaf or twig.


It makes a shell where it hangs inside,

Then the shell cracks, and the parts divide.


Inside the shell, a change was going on,

The form of the caterpillar now is gone.


When the shell opens, what comes out?

A beautiful butterfly fluttering about.


Author Unknown



Touched by a Butterfly

Dear butterfly,
Majestic monarch of the sky,
holder of universal secrets and reasons why,
color my canvas, touch my heart before I die,
to live in joy, teach me how never to say good-bye.

As you flutter by, you hear me sigh,
things missed because I forgot to try,
on your serene beauty I can rely,
oh what celestial magic you do supply.

Once you did struggle to be free,
you turned your life around to show me,
amazing my angel how you heard my plea,
you've cocooned my mind so I can see.

Lets fly together both as one,
and sore beyond time, once upon,
our silken wings God has spun,
Souls entwined, our infinite journey has just begun.

Author: Michael Levy



The Map

A mile high above the orb of blue and green below,

The King and Queen of the butterflies sat in state upon

Their flowery thrones and observed with pleasure and curiosity their world

Beneath.

To their surprise, a Chinese man, Zheng He,

Was seen to climb a wooded European hill, carrying a

Compass and map in his right hand.

The human date was 1417,the butterflies time cannot

Be told.

Then on that sparkling egg-blue day, those Monarchs

Who from southern Spain to Paradise once wended,sent

False Heath their chosen messenger, to translate herself

To the hills below, to seek out intruders and destroy.

So Zheng who`d walked four months

From Venice`s bazaars and left his vast ship in

A harbour there, with fine silks and rare caged creatures,

Brought his companion Map

And rested awhile beside a tumbling,hill-bound Hungarian stream.

Where blue butterflies and green aphids a-plenty played.

At last False Heath reflected upon her task and sovereigns command,

To rid the ancient hills of strange competitors.

Yet spying Map, False Heath fell instantly in love and decided to frustrate and falsify her rulers plans.

Now vowing,like her name,to deceive,she ascended and pretended

Zheng`s Map was actually simply parchment.

Her lie then became beneficial and her owners unaware, lulling Zheng into a

Deep and carefree sleep, stole Map away.

Their progeny lie long hidden in Aggtalek`s grassy

Hillocks,yet many seek to find them.


Author: Richard Muirhead.



Unknown Title

A butterfly will flutter by
It's lovely colors catch your eye
Let it go, let it go
A heart may sigh as it goes by
and you may catch it if you try
Let it go, let it go
It has but a few days to see the world
It is so short a time since it's wings unfurled
Give it a chance to flutter and dance
A few happy hours to sip at the flowers.
A butterfly will flutter by
It's lovely colors catch your eye
Let it go, let it go

Anonymous.


Shy little caterpillar


A shy little caterpillar looked at the sky.

He hugged a leaf stem and he gave a big sigh.

The sky and the stem didn't make a reply;

He didn't not understand and he didn't know why.

He hid from the blue jays so quick and so sly.

He hid from the chipmunk so swift and so spry.

He hid from the ant family living close by.

"Please, tell us, caterpillar, why are you shy?

Please, little caterpillar, try not to cry."

"I'll try," said the caterpillar, "but I am shy,

I would not be shy if I could just fly.

I know what I'm going to do by and by:

I will spin a fine bed and I'll then say good-bye."

A little wind sang him a sweet lullaby.

And when he woke up. his wet wings were dry.

The shy little caterpillar whispered, "Good-bye."

He flew to the sky and was no longer shy,

Because he had changed to a blue butterfly!


Anonymous.


Caterpillar to Butterfly


The sky was dark, the wind was cold,
And leaves began to fly.
A caterpillar, striped with black, said,
"I must say good-bye."

"I'll stick my bottom to a stem.
My skin is getting old.
I'll change it for a bumpy skin,
Of brown, alas, no tips of gold."

The north wind sang a lullaby,
As snug and safe she lay.
Then May came, and by and by,
Her dry skin dropped away.

So now a pretty insect sat,
And spread her wings to fly.
She sailed the sky on midnight wings -
A black swallowtail butterfly!

Anonymous.