Butterfly Poems - Poems For Butterfly

Butterfly poems from famous poets and best butterfly poems to feel good. Most beautiful butterfly poems ever written. Read all poems for butterfly.

Butterfly Laughter - Poem by Katherine Mansfield

In the middle of our porridge plates
There was a blue butterfly painted
And each morning we tried who should reach the
butterfly first.
Then the Grandmother said: "Do not eat the poor
That made us laugh.
Always she said it and always it started us laughing.
It seemed such a sweet little joke.
I was certain that one fine morning
The butterfly would fly out of our plates,
Laughing the teeniest laugh in the world,
And perch on the Grandmother's lap.

Comments about Butterfly Laughter by Katherine Mansfield

Read all 21 comments »
Butterfly Poems
  1. 1. Butterfly Laughter
    Katherine Mansfield
  2. 2. My Butterfly
    Robert Frost
  3. 3. Chuang Tzu And The Butterfly
    Li Po
  4. 4. Butterfly
    David Herbert Lawrence
  5. 5. A Luminous Butterfly
    Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
  6. 6. Butterfly, Butterfly
    Adryan Bates
  7. 7. From Cocoon Forth A Butterfly
    Emily Dickinson
  8. 8. The Genesis Of The Butterfly
    Victor Marie Hugo
  9. 9. To A Butterfly (2)
    William Wordsworth
  10. 10. To A Butterfly
    William Wordsworth
  11. 11. Butterfly, Butterfly
    Sharon Adamson
  12. 12. The Butterfly And The Lark
    Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu
  13. 13. Defrauded I A Butterfly
    Emily Dickinson
  14. 14. The Butterfly
    Heather Reneé Adamkie ..
  15. 15. Butterfly Dreams
    Patricia Gale
  16. 16. Butterfly Angel's Angel
    Tough Angel fly purple butte ..
  17. 17. A Gas Butterfly
    Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky
  18. 18. The Bee And The Butterfly
    Mary Darby Robinson
  19. 19. A Butterfly Day
    Ben Gieske
  20. 20. Ode To A Butterfly
    Sheri Walters
  21. 21. The Butterfly That Stamped
    Rudyard Kipling
  22. 22. The Butterfly
    Louise Gluck
  23. 23. Of The Boy And Butterfly
    John Bunyan
  24. 24. 'Twould Ease—a Butterfly
    Emily Dickinson
  25. 25. Butterfly Dancing
    Alison Cassidy
  26. 26. Hugo's "Flower To Butterfly"
    Eugene Field
  27. 27. Butterfly
    Kelly Vinal
  28. 28. Discourses Xiv ‘white Butterfly’
    Sadiqullah Khan
  29. 29. Butterfly Effect
    Harun Al Nasif
  30. 30. 0175 Love's Butterfly
    Michael Shepherd
  31. 31. Butterfly Flutterby
    Bella Ravenstar
  32. 32. Wings Of A Butterfly
    Claire Chambers
  33. 33. Butterfly Tattoo
    Uriah Hamilton
  34. 34. Butterfly, The Creature Of Change And Su..
    Aisha Sherazi
  35. 35. Life Is Like A Butterfly
    Joseph T. Renaldi
  36. 36. Butterfly
    Per. Nig.
  37. 37. Butterfly Kisses
    AnneMarie Hewlett
  38. 38. Butterfly
    Ashley Landry
  39. 39. Butterfly Child
    Wild Bill Balding
  40. 40. Butterfly Effect
    Akara K.
  41. 41. Butterfly
    Ken Bennight
  42. 42. Butterfly
    Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca ..
  43. 43. Verses On A Butterfly
    Joseph Warton
  44. 44. Butterfly Wings
    Valerie Anderson
  45. 45. Love And The Butterfly
    lizzy Sydney
  46. 46. Once You Touch A Butterfly
    gershon hepner
  47. 47. Butterfly
    Michael S...
  48. 48. , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Butt..
    trinity aana
  49. 49. I Saw A Butterfly Today
    Venos Tricon
  50. 50. XiǍ O Húdié...XiǍ O GŪ Ai..
    Dónall Dempsey

Butterfly Poems

  1. Chuang Tzu And The Butterfly

    Chuang Tzu in dream became a butterfly, And the butterfly became Chuang Tzu at waking. Which was the real—the butterfly or the man ? Who can tell the end of the endless changes of things? The water that flows into the depth of the distant sea Returns anon to the shallows of a transparent stream. The man, raising melons outside the green gate of the city, Was once the Prince of the East Hill. So must rank and riches vanish. You know it, still you toil and toil,—what for?

  2. My Butterfly

    Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frighted thee so oft, is fled or dead: Save only me (Nor is it sad to thee!) Save only me There is none left to mourn thee in the fields. The gray grass is not dappled with the snow; Its two banks have not shut upon the river; But it is long ago- It seems forever- Since first I saw thee glance, With all the dazzling other ones, In airy dalliance, Precipitate in love, Tossed, tangled, whirled and whirled above, Like a limp rose-wreath in a fairy dance. When that was, the soft mist Of my regret hung not on all the land, And I was glad for thee, And glad for me, I wist. Thou didst not know, who tottered, wandering on high, That fate had made thee for the pleasure of the wind, With those great careless wings, Nor yet did I. And there were other things: It seemed God let thee flutter from his gentle clasp: Then fearful he had let thee win Too far beyond him to be gathered in, Snatched thee, o'er eager, with ungentle grasp. Ah! I remember me How once conspiracy was rife Against my life- The languor of it and the dreaming fond; Surging, the grasses dizzied me of thought, The breeze three odors brought, And a gem-flower waved in a wand! Then when I was distraught And could not speak, Sidelong, full on my cheek, What should that reckless zephyr fling But the wild touch of thy dye-dusty wing! I found that wing broken to-day! For thou are dead, I said, And the strange birds say. I found it with the withered leaves Under the eaves.

  3. Butterfly

    Butterfly, the wind blows sea-ward, strong beyond the garden-wall! Butterfly, why do you settle on my shoe, and sip the dirt on my shoe, Lifting your veined wings, lifting them? big white butterfly! Already it is October, and the wind blows strong to the sea from the hills where snow must have fallen, the wind is polished with snow. Here in the garden, with red geraniums, it is warm, it is warm but the wind blows strong to sea-ward, white butterfly, content on my shoe! Will you go, will you go from my warm house? Will you climb on your big soft wings, black-dotted, as up an invisible rainbow, an arch till the wind slides you sheer from the arch-crest and in a strange level fluttering you go out to sea-ward, white speck! Anonymous submission.

  4. A Luminous Butterfly

    I. Wonder winged luminous in my eyes. Elegance sheer I perceive and prize On a flower who plays the sun of skies. What psyche fair in colours does rise In flight of swerve and curve amid ease? It my eyes trail wherever to please Me to relish harmony it frees Through me as my heart awes in its choice. My heart sings of its hush to rejoice On its coaxing wings of love as its voice Drenched in rhythm to flutter with grace, Sends its charm my ardour does embrace. Seeming emitted from its wings' base, Are bubbles leaping for bliss my eyes face. II. Bliss viewed from its pride glowing in flight. What muse fuelled it to fill the air with light? Air groomed as spanking breeze to incite Scenery refreshed with humour bright Like the ocean of tune in my thought, Alp's summit in my spirit it wrought, Joy in its ripened bloom I have sought. Gladness indispensable is found, As the place whole revolving around Me glistens with colours bright abound. How the colours blaze as bright as gold, My survey of such is turning bold. Of my being it inclines to mold, Description is arduous to be told. III. Influences me its aplomb calm, To rise from seat to be nigh its charm. Magnetised I extend my right arm To induce it to float in my palm. Tenderness on my palm it does stream, Of experience this touch is a dream. Filled is my soul with the summer's gleam, Delectation my soul such will own. Splendid grandeur in its beam is shown. Spring of roses in my heart is grown. Lavishing me with boon stark like the sun In its giving of joy firm to run. What enthusiasm star-like in one, Who has fetched at its very best, fun.

[Report Error]