Metaphor Poem

A Tale Of Love And A Butterfly

Poem About Needing Love. A tale of love and a butterfly.

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This poem is so cute. Good writing. My husband and I were in Branson, Missouri, visiting and while standing outside, a big butterfly came flying by. It flew around and around, so I put my...

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Butterfly

© more by Crystal R. Kordell

Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006 with permission of the Author.

I was sitting on the bench in the park one day,
And saw a butterfly coming my way.
I opened my hand, and to my surprise,
the butterfly landed; consumed in cries.
I asked the little one, "What is wrong?"
and then the little one began to sing me a song,
"The sky is dark and my days are grey,
and there's nobody here to lift the clouds away."
I sat there quietly for a moment or two
and then I had decided what to do.
I looked at that butterfly that was consumed in cries,
and told her promptly, "I tell no lies.
Your skies are dark and days are grey
because you have no love to light your way."
The butterfly finally stopped her crying,
opened her wings and went off flying,
I sat on that bench until it was dark,
and then I finally left the park.
day after day had long since passed,
I thought I'd seen that butterfly for the last,
and then on a nice and sunny day,
I heard a little voice say to me, "Hey."
I turned around, and to my surprise,
there she was with her 3 little butterflies.
I stared in awe as she spoke to me.
She said to me, "You've set me free,
you've lifted the dark from the skies,
and now I see no grey through my eyes,
I want to thank you for all you've done,
and to let you know that you're our number 1."
And after that she flew away,
and I haven't seen her since that day,
but now that I know her troubles are done,
I continue walk in the warm summer sun.

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This poem is so cute. Good writing. My husband and I were in Branson, Missouri, visiting and while standing outside, a big butterfly came flying by. It flew around and around, so I put my hand out and she landed in the palm of my hand and just sat there. My husband took pictures. I have since written a poem about that beautiful butterfly.
Jac Judy A.Campbell

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