In the small butterfly tree
the wind passes through the large tree
hollow and passes through the butterfly's wings
for the only butterfly there is a small red butterfly
left alone he is not different from nay other butterfly,
just rejected and hated for nothing just because he
was being him, he sits alone there all by himself
whipping away the spring day like flushing a toilet
and saying good bye and wasting his life doing nothing,
he is rejected,alone and sad no one loves him,
and no one cares.he sits alone in the tree
there is no one there , night turns to day
and day turns to night all is the same in his world
he is wounded and alone with no-one to help him
he would give his life away just to have a friend
maybe one day some one will come along to save
his fragile butterfly life.........
Author notes
finaly i have reached my 100th poem hopefuly for good luck i will win this contest with some trophy and points,this is my 100th poem and i hope you like it!i tryed to get out all erroers as possible
A contest entry
- Picture Contest by wishintreeUK.
1700 points, ended April 14, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is your 100th poem? I LOVE IT!!!
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Thank you very much
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Thank you for entering.
Your poem has touched on the elusiveness of the butterfly. It is a beautiful creature, it brings joy to all who look upon it... sure it is fragile, yet the lightness of it's touch is but a whisper of its strength.
We too can be like that butterfly, we can be strong also, can learn to make the most of each opportunity that lends itself to our every waking moment.
Always remember, you are a unique person with wonderful qualities of your own, they shine out for all the world to see.
Well done and thank you for entering
~Katie~
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