Enjoy these butterfly poems. We all would like to bring butterflies into our gardens as they are beautiful. As you read the verses of the poems may they remind you of the magic of the butterfly, and,
it is our hope that the lessons of the butterfly remain with you. Butterflies add
a magical awe to nature. Children and adults alike are amazed by the butterfly.
Once as a child many years ago...
on a balmy summer's eve.
I sat in the yard at my Mother's side...
and a butterfly lit at my sleeve.
"It's a sign of good luck", my Mother said.
As the butterfly stayed at my arm...
"It's a symbol of all the beauty in life.
Make sure you do it no harm."
First butterflies are eggs and after they hatch...
they see that their life's just beginning.
They're content with their lot in life,
so, they go out on a limb and start spinning.
They stay out awhile in a magic cocoon....
then emerge like flowers in spring.
Then they share the story of their victory and success...
through each of the colors of their wings.
The gold in their wings is the "Golden Rule"...
To follow that is a must.
The blue....That means true blue.
Always be someone people can trust.
The green of the tip of their wing
is saying Stay green, and you'll always grow.
The silver is the lining in the clouds of doubt...
that you must look for as you go through life.
Butterflies bend with the wind, it's true.
Still they get where they want to go.
They arrive by persistence through their own insistence...
A lesson more people should know.
Sought and valued by the whole human race...
For their beauty, tenacity and charm.
If a butterfly ever chances to stay at your sleeve...
remember, my friend, don't fight it, but,
learn all you can from the butterfly clan.
And you too, may become a rare item.
Life Like A Butterfly
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
We look and see the butterfly
Its beauty seems to multiply
When the sun hits it wings
Amazing colors it does brings.
Oh how fun it would be
To be a butterfly so free
But what I do not see
Is the difficulties
You see life is not easy
It is not all dreamy
The butterfly has struggles
In the cocoon, there can be trouble.
He must persevere to get out
It is up to him he has no clout
He must not give up
If so, he will not develop
Just like the life we live
We must put life in perspective
We all face challenges we must overcome
And when we do life is awesome!
So when you see the butterfly
Remember for life you must apply
The very best that you can be
And you will find life to be happy.
To A Butterfly
Poet: Lady Fiora Hastings
Butterfly, butterfly, brilliant and bright,
How very often I envy your flight;
I think I should like through the whole summer day.
Like you, pretty insect, to flutter and play.
Butterfly, butterfly, onward you fly —
Now skimming so lowly, now rising so high.
First on the jessamine, then on the rose.
Then you will visit the pinks, I suppose.
Now you are resting, pray let me come near;
I will not hurt you, nor touch you, don't fear;
Mamma says my hand is too heavy by far.
To touch such little creatures as butterflies are.
Now you are off again. Butterfly, stay;
Don't fly away from me, butterfly, pray.
Just let me look at your beautiful wings;
Oh! it does not mind me, but upward it springs.
Do you remember, sister dear, the golden summers long ago.
When you and I through happy fields so gladly wandered to and fro?
Do you recall the dewy morns we loitered on our way to school
To watch the butterflies that danced about the margin of the pool?
We loved the green of hill and vale, we loved the blue that bent above;
The brooks, the birds, the whispering woods, yet more than these we seemed to love -
More than the pale wild-rose, half hid beneath the hedges dark and cool -
The yellow butterflies that danced about the margin of the pool.
Oh, long the paths of life and long the tender, clinging dreams of youth.
But truth leads up to beauty still, and beauty still leads up to truth.
And in our memories we hold, through all of life's dull book and rule,
The yellow butterflies that danced about the margin of the pool.
Yesterday a butterfly
Came floating gently through the sky.
He soared up through the atmosphere
Then drifted close enough to hear.
I said, “I’d love to fly with you
And sail around the way you do.
It looks like it would be such fun
To fly up toward the summer sun.
But I have not your graceful charm.
I haven’t wings, just these two arms.
I’ve been designed to walk around.
My human feet must touch the ground.
Then magically he spoke to me
And told me what his wish would be.
He said, “What I’d love most to do
Is walk upon God’s Earth with you,
To squish it’s mud between my toes
Or touch my finger to my nose.
I’d love just once to walk around
With human feet to touch the ground,
But I have not two legs that swing,
I haven’t arms, just these two wings.”
And so we went our separate ways
In wonder and surprise.
For we’d both seen God’s precious gifts
Through someone else’s eyes.
Poet: Sallie M. B. Piatt
This was your butterfly, you see,
His fine wings made him vain:
The caterpillars crawl, but he
Passed them in rich disdain.
My pretty boy says, “Let him be
Only a worm again!”
O child, when things have learned to wear
Wings once, they must be fain
To keep them always high and fair:
Think of the creeping pain
Which even a butterfly must bear
To be a worm again!
Poet: William Wordsworth
I’ve watched you now a full half-hour;
Self-poised upon that yellow flower
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless!–not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!
This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister’s flowers;
Here rest your wings when they are weary;
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We’ll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.
Go Fluttering By
Butterflies go fluttering by
On colored wings that catch the eye.
On wings of orange, and silvery blue,
On wings of golden yellow, too.
Butterflies float in the air,
Making their homes most anywhere:
The rainforest, field, and prairie land,
On mountaintops, and desert sand.
If winter brings the cold and snow,
To warmer climates, off they go!
Returning home the following spring,
Beautiful butterflies on the wing!
Poet: William H. Davies
Here’s an example from
That on a rough, hard rock
Happy can lie;
Friendless and all alone
On this unsweetened stone.
Now let my bed be hard,
No care take I;
I’ll make my joy like this
Whose happy heart has power
To make a stone a flower.
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
Poet: Emily Dickinson
From cocoon forth a butterfly
As lady from her door
Emerged -a summer afternoon -
Without design, that I could trace,
Except to stray abroad
On miscellaneous enterprise
The clovers understood.
Her pretty parasol was seen
Contracting in a field
Where men made hay, then struggling hard
With an opposing cloud,
Where parties, phantom as herself,
To Nowhere seemed to go
In purposeless circumference,
As ’twere a tropic show.
And not withstanding bee that worked,
And flower that zealous blew,
This audience of idleness
Disdained them, from the sky,
Till sundown crept, a steady tide,
And men that made the hay,
And afternoon, and butterfly,
Extinguished in its sea.
We hope you enjoy the wisdom that each butterfly poem has to offer. Also,
may the verses help you see how something so ordinary (a caterpillar) becomes so
extraordinary (a butterfly).
And may the life of a butterfly be an inspiration to you - they appear so
beautiful yet they struggle to become this. Making their way out of the
cocoon is not an easy task, Yet they persevere and overcome the challenges to
turn into this beautiful butterfly! Be like the butterfly, overcome your challenges, persevere and amazing things will happen in your life!