Beautiful Creatures Fragile Live for just a day Yet they fly in my dreams Feel the breeze of their wings Look into their eyes The dreams of butterflies
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I promise this type of pain only gets worse ~Esmeraya~ she/they
Table Of Contents: 1. Meadows become colder in the wintertime 2. Breaths awaken like butterflies 3. How to Find Strength in the Heart of a Broken Butterfly 4. Make me a rose, a dead one, please 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10.
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Viola Tricolor also known as wild pansy, Johnny Jump up, heartsease, heart's ease, heart's delight, tickle-my-fancy, Jack-jump-up-and-kiss-me, come-and-cuddle-me, three faces in a hood, love-in-idleness, and pink of my john-
In a meadow once, a butterfly flew, With wings so bright, and colors so true, Graceful and free, it soared in the sky, Like a dream, that was just passing by.
But fate had a plan, as it oft does, And the butterfly found itself at a loss, Caught in a trap, its wings were clipped, Endless hours of misery, it faced, unripped.
A shadow of its former self, it lay, Unable to flutter or fly away, A prisoner now, within its own shell.
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As I lay here, gentle eyes turned skyward My breaths become smaller, ever more quiet Around me the world moves in its own way The sun rises and sets, the wind blows and fades away But at my side, a butterfly has come to rest Its wings unfurled as though to comfort me best As I slip ever closer to the end of my time This tiny creature remains, a sign of life sublime
All around me, the world continues to grow But here in my final moments, I am not alone For this butterfly has brought me peace A simple reminder that in this life, love does not cease
And though I'll be gone before much longer The butterfly will stay, steadfast and stronger A witness to my final breaths, a symbol of hope In death, surrounded by life, I will learn to cope.
I promise this type of pain only gets worse ~Esmeraya~ she/they
what an amazing start! These poems are so emotional and moving and the imagery is exquisite! You can actually feel the poem coming off the page. And I love the rhyming scheme and flow especially in "Meadows become colder in the wintertime" And I love the butterfly theme, and I am exited to see more!
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How to Find Strength in the Heart of a Broken Butterfly
I am a broken butterfly, my wings they cannot spread My heart it beats within my chest, but hope has long since fled I long to see the world anew, to dance upon the breeze But fate has dealt a cruel hand, and left me on my knees
I watch the others soaring high, their beauty on full display While I am stuck here on the ground, broken in every way The tears they fall like raindrops, but still, I cannot cry For though I am a broken butterfly, I cannot help but try
I may never know the joy of flight, or see the world from above But still, I hold on to the dream and whisper words of love I pray one day I'll spread my wings, and take to the sky so free But until then, I'll keep on trying, to be the best that I can be.
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@Quillfeather wrote:[spoiler] what an amazing start! These poems are so emotional and moving and the imagery is exquisite! You can actually feel the poem coming off the page. And I love the rhyming scheme and flow especially in "Meadows become colder in the wintertime" And I love the butterfly theme, and I am exited to see more!
Thank you!!! [/spoiler]
I promise this type of pain only gets worse ~Esmeraya~ she/they
Black butterflies, oh how they flutter, Softly, swiftly, like a whispered mutter. In gardens, they seem to bring a chill, Silently dancing, bringing an eerie thrill.
Their wings, once captivating, now a sign, A warning, a signal, almost divine. For death is near, impending and grim, A presence that towers, never growing dim.
Yet, how can such beauty be so dread, A creature so fragile, in black it's now clad. Maybe it's a reminder, a message from afar, That time is fleeting, and death is never far. [i] So, let the black butterflies dance and soar, As they remind us of life's ever-changing score. A fleeting moment, a dance so brief, A whispered promise, of passing belief.
I promise this type of pain only gets worse ~Esmeraya~ she/they
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