Pages tagged with Butterfly
This is a poem about finding true love when you least expect it, and the agony leading up to that moment of release where you find your soulmate.
A poem about change and long standing memories. A delve into the past, to the morning of a life, the imagination of a poet.
The pure water of life is when Jesus dries up our tears and forgives us.. He is the mediator for us,
Some people may think this butterfly to be quite drab looking compared to some of the other beautiful butterflies around the world. But, I think the Painted Lady is stunning.
The Monarch Butterfly is the largest and possibly the most beautiful of all the butterflies. This is my attempt to share that here ..
This is a fantasy story poem about an ever changing butterfly that flutters all about; high above and back down to oceans. She is everywherre, she makes children and adults smile when they look up and see her looking down at them. By the way, I refer to children in this poem as pearls...
Mental state of an ostracized person is no better than what a moth might feel. The first bird also must have suffered it.
It is unnatural and selfish, wishing a child not to grow. But, what legacy do we have to inherit to a wise youth these days? Only tension and sorrows in the present chaotic world! But, for children everything is fresh.
A haiku having a mirror affect, or two sides like wings which can be read separately or as a coherent whole.
These are some photographs from the Fort Worth Botanical Gardens Butterfly exhibit.
The article speaks about the art of floating in water and swimming in water.
Love being beautiful and meaningful, If we can fill in and valued As well as receiving a deficiency of those we love, mutual respect and mutual understanding "
Where butterflies abound, there is diverse plant species all around. Butterflies are tiny creatures yet beautiful as they are colorful and they roam in the atmosphere with the rapid movements of their wings. To care for them is to experience with them and that’s one way of enrichi...
Winter wanes with the welcome of March and the promise of spring peeking colorfully through the melting snow.
My garden contains the magic nectar of summer and the sweet buttercup memories of youth...
As Irene approaches the East coast of the USA, I watch anxiously from my Maine home the coming of sunrise.
Sometime that which we seek is just out of grasp, but if one day your butterfly lands on your shoulder don’t grab it, but allow it to fly when it wants, it will surely return.
This is a poem dedicated to my Friend Gemma St. John. She got a seizure attack and accidently pulled a pot of boiling water on herself. This is her in the hospital after surgery. 20% of her body was burnt. She still hasn't got a place to call home...
This is a poem based on a pencil drawn picture I saw in a wall paper of a phone.
