Poetry competition CLOSED 16th January 2013 3:33am
WINNER
Echo (xxStitchxx)
Echo (xxStitchxx)
RUNNERS-UP:
Kou_Indigo
and Mourningcloak
Butterfly
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Here's your challennge: Butterfly.
xD
Okay,
so you have to write a poem about a butterfly.
In any way, shape or form.
You could write about killing a butterfly, chasing a butterfly, eating a butterfly, being the butterfly, whatever you chose.
Max. of three poems per poet.
No collabs.
You have two weeks.
On your mark,
Get set,
Go!
Okay,
so you have to write a poem about a butterfly.
In any way, shape or form.
You could write about killing a butterfly, chasing a butterfly, eating a butterfly, being the butterfly, whatever you chose.
Max. of three poems per poet.
No collabs.
You have two weeks.
On your mark,
Get set,
Go!
As a young child, when I comfortably layed down to sleep
Vision's of butterflies fluttered behind closed eyes
Butterflies of vibrant colors in a cloudy landscape
That flew lazily about a fountain filled with dreams,
As age hardened concepts and suffering suffocated wonder
I closed my eye's one night to realize they'd gone away.
Vision's of butterflies fluttered behind closed eyes
Butterflies of vibrant colors in a cloudy landscape
That flew lazily about a fountain filled with dreams,
As age hardened concepts and suffering suffocated wonder
I closed my eye's one night to realize they'd gone away.
Anonymous
Thank you 
nice one.
nice one.
Change.
The ever present constant
the profound truth of
the mysterious universe with
myriad laws all leading to
one phenomenon
Change.
All ever wanted by him-
all his Springs
he wanted to change
he wanted change
living like a pupa
concealed beneath
the intricate layers
of misery and misfortune
Will he ever become
the butterfly and spread
his wings and f l y
to the nude blue
Will he undergo
successful metamorphosis
and become a butterfly
The name of change-
a beauteous and bounteous one
a tiny moving painting
of mother nature-
fluid-primordial
a dollop of bright-transient hues
in the air
Evanescent one moment
and the very next-
motionless
sitting on a large leaf
reminiscing
of its past life-
ruminating
A riot-a flash-a blast-a storm
vivid-vast-divine
The butterfly
mystical-elaborate-profound
God's own creature
Hope floats
hope tells
the tales being
numerous-universal-unique
His tale would be one such
a journey
a discovery
an Odyssey
too large
too mystical
Time tells
as curiosity swells
The life of a butterfly.
A Dance of Nightmares
She had the artistry of a mortician
Adorned in elegance and cigarette decor
Often cooing malevolent lullabies
Under the renaissance of a crescent moon
As she dissected morphine butterflies
And crafted devious silks from wings
She would often dance in homemade tattered skirts
Portraying her opium dreams of misery
With the shattered sway of crippled ballerinas
Yet her grace was mocked with tribulation
Beseeching enigma syllables for guidance
As the mantra owls flocked in hushed envy
Until, that is, her steps would lose the trance
And reality whispered faintly in her ears
That wings where meant to deteriorate
And the whimsical beauty was only a fragile torment
Of a conscious howling for release
For it seems her innocence was devoured by scars
She had the artistry of a mortician
Adorned in elegance and cigarette decor
Often cooing malevolent lullabies
Under the renaissance of a crescent moon
As she dissected morphine butterflies
And crafted devious silks from wings
She would often dance in homemade tattered skirts
Portraying her opium dreams of misery
With the shattered sway of crippled ballerinas
Yet her grace was mocked with tribulation
Beseeching enigma syllables for guidance
As the mantra owls flocked in hushed envy
Until, that is, her steps would lose the trance
And reality whispered faintly in her ears
That wings where meant to deteriorate
And the whimsical beauty was only a fragile torment
Of a conscious howling for release
For it seems her innocence was devoured by scars
Anonymous
LAMENT OF THE BUTTERFLY
Long I lay
In the spiders web
Delicate, floating
Towards the shadow
Towards the light
Locked in the cocoon
My ethereal womb
My wings of wonder
My wings of Life
Outstretched
Unfolded
Here I go
In flight
Kissed
By sunlight
Stroked
By waning
Waxing moon
Eternal bliss
All
There is
Down the hill
The hares are out
To tell the fox its tale
Oh fatal flaw
Oh dreaded drops
Of rain in vain
Too late to tell
But soon I fell
What the heck
Hell...!
Broken winged
Snake swinged
I fail
To exist
I enter the mist
Of time
From there
I wrote
This rhyme
Long I lay
In the spiders web
Delicate, floating
Towards the shadow
Towards the light
Locked in the cocoon
My ethereal womb
My wings of wonder
My wings of Life
Outstretched
Unfolded
Here I go
In flight
Kissed
By sunlight
Stroked
By waning
Waxing moon
Eternal bliss
All
There is
Down the hill
The hares are out
To tell the fox its tale
Oh fatal flaw
Oh dreaded drops
Of rain in vain
Too late to tell
But soon I fell
What the heck
Hell...!
Broken winged
Snake swinged
I fail
To exist
I enter the mist
Of time
From there
I wrote
This rhyme
The Butterfly
As a young boy I chased a butterfly.
Trying to catch it again and again.
My grandpa watched me doing this.
Since it couldn't catch it, I got really angry at it
and I tried to kill it.
My grandpa came to me and told me:
"Boy, the butterfly wants to be free.
If you catch it, it will die.
But if you let it free it can come back to you
and be more beautiful than ever."
I grew up and eventually I fell in love.
I chased her, trying my best
to be the guy to fall in love with.
But as I confessed, she turned me down.
My feelings were hurt and
I got really angry at her
and I thought of ways to hurt her feelings,
as she had hurt mine.
My grandpa, living with us,
came to me and asked me:
"Do you still remember the butterfly you tried to catch?
You couldn't do it and became angry.
You tried to hurt it.
Today you are just the same.
Love wants to be free.
If you try to catch it, it dies.
But if you let it free,
there is a chance, that it will come back to you,
more beautiful than ever."
As a young boy I chased a butterfly.
Trying to catch it again and again.
My grandpa watched me doing this.
Since it couldn't catch it, I got really angry at it
and I tried to kill it.
My grandpa came to me and told me:
"Boy, the butterfly wants to be free.
If you catch it, it will die.
But if you let it free it can come back to you
and be more beautiful than ever."
I grew up and eventually I fell in love.
I chased her, trying my best
to be the guy to fall in love with.
But as I confessed, she turned me down.
My feelings were hurt and
I got really angry at her
and I thought of ways to hurt her feelings,
as she had hurt mine.
My grandpa, living with us,
came to me and asked me:
"Do you still remember the butterfly you tried to catch?
You couldn't do it and became angry.
You tried to hurt it.
Today you are just the same.
Love wants to be free.
If you try to catch it, it dies.
But if you let it free,
there is a chance, that it will come back to you,
more beautiful than ever."
Anonymous
All very beautiful entries lovely. Thank you all.
lovely. Thank you all.
- Open Your Heart -
A Song about Passion
Touch me, darling; caress my slender form…
Let them say our love is not of the norm!
When we entwine, giving into passions base…
We shall sample a heaven beyond place.
Though our genders be in many ways the same,
We need have not regrets, nor shame!
Like the butterfly, a soul is delicate as lace…
Like the waterfall, love can fill an empty space.
Dear maiden let me see your beautiful face…
I long to hold you tight, in the warmest embrace.
Your love would be precious as a gilded vase…
So please write me, with words filled with grace.
See the butterfly as it goes,
Feel the waterfall as it flows.
Close your eyes and I’ll be there…
Open your heart, dear maiden fair!
Like the firefly, your spirit burns so bright…
Like the nightingale, passion takes new flight.
Dear maiden come to me; fill me with delight!
I long to kiss your lips amidst the candlelight.
Your love would be glorious before my sight,
So please tell me you love me, tell me tonight.
See the firefly as it flies;
Hear the nightingale in the skies.
Close your eyes and bring me there…
Open your heart, dear maiden fair!
Like the starlight, I illuminate a land gone stark.
Like the cricket, I call out to you in the dark…
Dear maiden follow my light and unto me hark!
I long to touch you before we together embark.
Your love would fill me like cargo fills an ark…
So please be not timid, for love leaves its’ mark.
See the starlight as it glints;
Hear the cricket as it sings.
Close your eyes and I’ll be there…
Open your heart, dear maiden fair!
If I be an angel, illumined by the noblest light,
Then I seek another like unto myself…
To fill my lonely hours with joys that feel right!
Love is a treasure beyond all wealth…
Knowing no gender save the one we do share.
Love me, my darling; love me if you dare!
A Song about Passion
Touch me, darling; caress my slender form…
Let them say our love is not of the norm!
When we entwine, giving into passions base…
We shall sample a heaven beyond place.
Though our genders be in many ways the same,
We need have not regrets, nor shame!
Like the butterfly, a soul is delicate as lace…
Like the waterfall, love can fill an empty space.
Dear maiden let me see your beautiful face…
I long to hold you tight, in the warmest embrace.
Your love would be precious as a gilded vase…
So please write me, with words filled with grace.
See the butterfly as it goes,
Feel the waterfall as it flows.
Close your eyes and I’ll be there…
Open your heart, dear maiden fair!
Like the firefly, your spirit burns so bright…
Like the nightingale, passion takes new flight.
Dear maiden come to me; fill me with delight!
I long to kiss your lips amidst the candlelight.
Your love would be glorious before my sight,
So please tell me you love me, tell me tonight.
See the firefly as it flies;
Hear the nightingale in the skies.
Close your eyes and bring me there…
Open your heart, dear maiden fair!
Like the starlight, I illuminate a land gone stark.
Like the cricket, I call out to you in the dark…
Dear maiden follow my light and unto me hark!
I long to touch you before we together embark.
Your love would fill me like cargo fills an ark…
So please be not timid, for love leaves its’ mark.
See the starlight as it glints;
Hear the cricket as it sings.
Close your eyes and I’ll be there…
Open your heart, dear maiden fair!
If I be an angel, illumined by the noblest light,
Then I seek another like unto myself…
To fill my lonely hours with joys that feel right!
Love is a treasure beyond all wealth…
Knowing no gender save the one we do share.
Love me, my darling; love me if you dare!
Anonymous
Very beautiful write Jessica
Thank you for entering.
Thank you for entering.
Anonymous
“Metamorphosis of Little Sister”
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I can see
I’ve been gone
way too long
“Little Sister.”
Remember back in the day,
that’s what we called you.
We hung out endlessly,
you were one of the boys,
Always throwing your two-cents in.
You were so darn cute,
a little spacey at times,
dressed a bit nappy, genuine,
we played silly tricks on you.
But now, you stop me
cold dead in my tracks,
you nearly give me
a heart attack.
You take my breath away,
I’m feeling mighty bold,
my heart is fluttering,
wildly.
I so want to kiss you.
Oh, please let me
set you free,
“Little Miss Butterfly!”
http://d2tq98mqfjyz2l.cloudfront.net/image_cache/1323567348126285.jpg
I can see
I’ve been gone
way too long
“Little Sister.”
Remember back in the day,
that’s what we called you.
We hung out endlessly,
you were one of the boys,
Always throwing your two-cents in.
You were so darn cute,
a little spacey at times,
dressed a bit nappy, genuine,
we played silly tricks on you.
But now, you stop me
cold dead in my tracks,
you nearly give me
a heart attack.
You take my breath away,
I’m feeling mighty bold,
my heart is fluttering,
wildly.
I so want to kiss you.
Oh, please let me
set you free,
“Little Miss Butterfly!”
Anonymous
Lovely write, thank you Strider.
