A belief or a desire I hold dear to my heart
Singing serenades until the blackest night seeps color
Trying to kiss the butterflies back to life as their wings grow limp
Hope is a feast that make gluttons of some and starves the rest
Something is missing that we beseech we can find
A test of faith as the butterflies die
The inner lane of an out-of-control highway
Lights in lines streaming past with a confusing vengeance
Humanity is raw and the blood of our enemies is dripping through the seams
Waiting patiently for the butterflies wings to lend me their strength
To fill my paper limbs with something I can believe in
So I can finally feel again
A bag of tricks was handed to me
By speechless thieves with fingers to their lips
I promised them I'd used them well, but look how far I've gone ...
Just as the bad of tricks lay untied, unused, left alone in a darkened corner
The butterflies are quiet, numbed and broken on the ground
Waiting for a breath of hope so we can all be found.
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What a wonderful poem....especially written for your age 16...it truly
sums up.........definitions...how we personally (quietly) mature to define
our own personal foundations....rock or sand....
and that last line...when you just got to do it...when words are no more
and actions are everything...just like second chances....
like a man who has a million dollars in the bank
(self-confidence, honor, humility, wisdom, strength)
but not once does he ever go to withdraw a sum
WHY? I have found that each has their reason,
and usually it is very painful to hear.
ears/Seattle
GREAT POEM!
Keep up the great writing!
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the journey between hope and desperation, is paved with butterfly wings..
Many great lines in this piece, a sense of longing, need for change, and trying to steer our own wheels
Enjoyed this write
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Waiting patiently for the butterflies wings to lend me their strength
To fill my paper limbs with something I can believe in
So I can finally feel again
very sweet the butterfly is a great symbol in this poem. symbolize hope and a new life to come.
Just as the bad of tricks lay untied, unused, left alone in a darkened corner
The butterflies are quiet, numbed and broken on the ground
Waiting for a breath of hope so we can all be found.
this poem is very sweet and very well written.
keep up the wonderful work
PK
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Wow this was amazing
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Wow this was amazing
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butterflies symbolise a new beginning apparently. hope is a very good imotion but sometimes i can't find it.
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Awww this is really sweet. It ensnares the desire that we all have to hope. And sometimes, hope is all that's left. Good writing and keep it up!
Vhoori
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poor butterflies!
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Hope is a feast that make gluttons of some and starves the rest
Something is missing that we beseech we can find
A test of faith as the butterflies die
This part struck me particularly. All of the poem did, but I loved this. I can relate to it. I think many people can.
Great... Amazing write
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A bag of tricks was handed to me
By speechless thieves with fingers to their lips
I promised them I'd used them well, but look how far I've gone ...
wow. i can really relate to those lines. You wrote this really well. the flow was great, and so was the imagery.
and the background is beautiful too.
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