The Butterfly

by demib

Published April 20, 2013

12+

In Poetry Folder

The Butterfly

The Butterfly,
is free,
Full of memories,
Its the cradle,
the only home,
for emotion.

The Butterfly,
is grace,
A sign,
of freedom,
A sign, 
of peace,
and love.

But then,
The darkness comes,
And Grace,
is no longer beautiful,
And Freedom,
doesn't sing anymore.

Beaten and tortured,
The Butterfly,
is near certain death,
For without Grace,
Freedom can't spread its wings and fly.

The Butterfly,
My Butterfly,
Can fly no more.

Comments & reviews · 2
xxFleetingEternity wrote a review Review · May 6, 2013

This poem has a very sad, melancholy feel to it. But, I enjoyed the imagery you used to paint the picture for the reader. Your word choice could have been a little stronger, but it flowed nicely for a lyric poem, as this one is. Also, the reader is turned off by the excessive use of commas at the ends of lines- your mechanics probably need just a slight bit of tweaking.

However, this was not a bad poem. I actually thought it was quite good, and these are just suggestions on how you could improve it.

Au revoir,
-xxFleetingEternity

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AlfredSymon wrote a review Review · Apr 20, 2013

Hey! What a lovely piece this is! And thus, I shall give a review for it! SHAZAM!

First, I would like to commend the very beautiful use of the object, the butterfly, to symbolize grace, freedom and other serene things. Although it's a bit cliche already, I think the use of it here is well executed. Also, I love how the whole piece is bound by the term 'metaphor', because everything is well-represented by the butterfly.

The weakest link in this piece, I think is the coherence. Let's take the first stanza as an example:

The Butterfly,
is free,
Full of memories,
Its the cradle,
the only home,
for emotion.

The first three lines are acceptable, but using it's the cradle as the next line breaks the serene flow of the stanza. Also, I don't see why put it there as you were trying to describe the butterfly. So, maybe an edit here, dear?

But then,
The darkness comes,
And Grace,
is no longer beautiful,
And Freedom,
doesn't sing anymore.

This is almost a good stanza. The only problem is the reason behind why Grace is no longer beautiful. I know it's because of the darkness, but what ACTUALLY happened? There's no insight about it. If you really want to keep it that way, try using 'lost it's beauty' or another verb instead. With it, even the line is without explanation, readers will be distracted with the imagery. Also, 'but' is a bit strange there because you're not entirely comparing anything.

The Butterfly,
is grace,
A sign,
of freedom,
A sign,
of peace,
and love.

This, my dear, is one of your strongest stanzas. If you'd like to edit, why not steady this one more? :D

Well, that's all I can say for now. It's a good piece. It just needs some edit here and there and viola! A masterpiece! Good luck!

Happy writing!

Yours indefinitely,
Alf :D



Today I bent the truth to be kind, and I have no regret, for I am far surer of what is kind than I am of what is true.
— Robert Brault