Poetry competition CLOSED 16th February 2024 2:53pm
WINNER
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES (WRITER LYRICIST ARTIST)
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES (WRITER LYRICIST ARTIST)
Courting A Butterfly
Poetry Contest Description
An Inspirational poem of butterfly in 10 lines or less. Non erotic and PLEASE, no AI.
Not for the competition.
Once a caterpillar now a musical chair
chasing, dreaming, dallying a woo
courting a butterfly dancing in the air
in celebration of beauty and love
listening, winging, singing in queue
wearing the best obsidian wings
of summertime's scented kisses
in a frenzy inspiring more beaucoup
Once a caterpillar now a musical chair
chasing, dreaming, dallying a woo
courting a butterfly dancing in the air
in celebration of beauty and love
listening, winging, singing in queue
wearing the best obsidian wings
of summertime's scented kisses
in a frenzy inspiring more beaucoup
weightlessness
A very common caterpillar
eating leaves non-stop.
She dreams of being a butterfly...
Could have been a butterpillar
or it could even be a caterfly...
Ends of the same Gordian knot.
eating leaves non-stop.
She dreams of being a butterfly...
Could have been a butterpillar
or it could even be a caterfly...
Ends of the same Gordian knot.
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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Kiss of Life
I was an egg before my birth
and blossomed to a breathing thing,
from crawling start I hope to spring
a Monarch to rhyme with this earth.
But first my mind needs greater girth
as I slough off this chrysalis
of my short childhood that brief kiss
of learning, as the sun starts to dry
my verbal wings and I will eye
the sky and will my word, fly, like this...
and blossomed to a breathing thing,
from crawling start I hope to spring
a Monarch to rhyme with this earth.
But first my mind needs greater girth
as I slough off this chrysalis
of my short childhood that brief kiss
of learning, as the sun starts to dry
my verbal wings and I will eye
the sky and will my word, fly, like this...
Written by Rew
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Fortuitous Flutters
Of the wind
rushing, pulsing,
tumultuous cyclonic air
blows in across ancient sourced undercurrents
billowing a calamitous caress,
taut promises swirl amidst churning chaos
just. one. flap.
—a butterfly created destiny effects fortune
all in the blink
of a multicolored flutter
My Butterfly
in the meadows beauty divine
a pretty butterfly fluttered by
her feelers touched define
who she wished to occupy
kisses each blooms she chose
land on every petals daintily
offered a charming sight up close
she kissed and embraced delightfully
Lovers of all unkind to none
spreads equally her pheromones
a pretty butterfly fluttered by
her feelers touched define
who she wished to occupy
kisses each blooms she chose
land on every petals daintily
offered a charming sight up close
she kissed and embraced delightfully
Lovers of all unkind to none
spreads equally her pheromones
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Waiting on the Wings
Sometimes you have to wait for the right time
For the right place
And when the time comes \ / we know it by heart
Because it just feels right \ / it just feels great
A butterfly knows exactly toO and by natural instinct
When it’s time to transform (.) when it’s time to change
The fantastic metamorphosis(…) is an awakening
Of mind, of body, of spirit, (….) and everything within
Slowly taking shape and form \ / all the while waiting on the wings
Written by wallyroo92
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Love of lepidoptera
(1)as we two in sun or glade, affection
borne aloft, that floats perfecton(1)
I summon dryads from there woody nooks
bare my pledges, that could never be forsook
sweet drops of nectar. dew in overdose
glorious abandonment, a rainbow flitting close
areobatics, traced upon my hopes agenda
sweet the overtures, reach antennas
metamorphisis, to chase and start again do you agree?(1)
choregraph me, in another life, a lepidioptera escapee
borne aloft, that floats perfecton(1)
I summon dryads from there woody nooks
bare my pledges, that could never be forsook
sweet drops of nectar. dew in overdose
glorious abandonment, a rainbow flitting close
areobatics, traced upon my hopes agenda
sweet the overtures, reach antennas
metamorphisis, to chase and start again do you agree?(1)
choregraph me, in another life, a lepidioptera escapee
Written by slipalong
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