Butterflies With Wings of Gold - Collection of Poems

Untitled

 

Untitled, a blank canvas of the mind

A world of infinite possibility we find

A space waiting to be filled with words and art

A place where creativity can truly start

 

In the blankness, we can create anything we please

Our minds are free to wander and release

Thoughts that were once hidden deep within

Are manifesting, brought to light again

 

It can be scary to start with a blank slate

To step into the unknown and create

But remember, within every unknown

Lies the potential to create a masterpiece shown

 

So let us embrace the untitled and blank

A place where our creativity can be ranked

As we forge ahead with every stroke and line

May our art bring joy, and our words, deeply divine.

 

Untitled, a blank canvas bare,

A page, a thought, a silent prayer,

A canvas for the soul to pour,

A starting point, a pure decor.

 

In its emptiness, lies a promise,

Of creativity, of art's solace,

A place where imaginations abide,

Where emotions, thoughts, ideas collide.

 

It's a reflection of the unknown,

A space where stories can be honed,

Where words can dance and minds can sing,

A freedom that makes our souls take wing.

 

So let Untitled be your guide,

Embrace the freedom it provides,

Let inspiration be your guide,

And let your soul take flight, untied.

In life, there are things that we cannot name

Inexplicable moments that lack a proper claim

These are the untitled things that live within us

Repressed emotions and thoughts that cause a fuss

 

They linger in the depths of our consciousness

Placing an invisible weight, causing us distress

The untitled moments weigh heavy on our souls

Tightly gripping, refusing to let go of their holds

 

We may try to ignore them and move on

But they’ll always catch up with us before long

The untitled moments call out to be spoken

And until they are released, we’ll always be broken

 

We must summon our inner strength to face them

Speak our truth, and allow ourselves to become undone

Only then can we find peace and true liberation

Freeing ourselves from the pain of untitled situations

 

So let us embrace the untitled moments

And give them the voice they’ve been craving

For in the release of their mighty power

We find the healing that we’ve been seeking.

Snow

Snow, oh snow, how you gently fall

Covering land and trees, a peaceful shawl

You transform the world into a winter wonder

And into our hearts, a sense of awe you plunder

 

As you float down from the sky above

You whisper a message of peace and love

You usher in a time of joy and merriment

As we gather around fires, our hearts content

 

Your blanket of white, so pure and pristine

Creates a canvas on which the world can glean

A reflection of its own beauty and grace

A reminder that nature can always embrace

 

So fall, oh snow, and blanket the earth

For in your presence, we find rebirth

A chance to cast off the woes of the past

And begin anew, with hope that will forever last.

 

Softly falling from the sky,

Dancing flakes, they catch my eye.

Winter's purity, frozen white,

The landscape shimmers bright.

 

Blankets cover all around,

Muted sounds, yet peace profound.

Each shape unique, no form the same,

Yet together they form a wonderland game.

 

A gentle breeze, a winter's kiss,

It's frigid touch, a spark of bliss.

A world transformed, a new frontier,

A canvas painted without fear.

 

So let us revel in the snow,

And bask in winter's tranquil glow.

Let every flake remind you of life,

And the endless beauty that comes from strife.

 

Soft flakes falling from the sky,

A delicate dance before they lie

Upon the ground, a blanket of white

Transforming the world, a magical sight

 

Silent and serene, this wintry scene

A world of wonder, a dream

All around, a hush of peace

As the snowflakes never cease

 

A chill in the air, a shiver down the spine

As the snowfall becomes divine

Beauty beyond words, a sight to behold

Turning the world into a story untold

 

A playground for children, a canvas for art

The snow is a blessing, a wintertime heart

And as the snowflakes keep on falling

The world keeps on its enchanting calling.

 

Upon the ground, a blanket white as dove,

The world hushed under winter's glove,

A stillness falls upon the land,

As snowflakes dance, a silent band.

 

The trees adorned with icy sheen,

A peaceful scene, a winter dream,

The air is crisp, the sky is clear,

A wondrous sight, both far and near.

 

Snow, a symbol of purity untold,

A promise of hope, a future unfold,

A reminder of nature's ways,

Of life's cycles and changing days.

 

As I stand and gaze upon this sight,

My heart fills with a sense of delight,

For in the snow, I'm reminded anew,

Of the beauty that surrounds me, pure and true.

 

Snow falls from the sky

Blanketing the world in white

A peaceful hush lulls by

As it covers all in sight

 

A wonderland of magic

The snowflakes dance and twirl

A scene truly iconic

As winter takes the world

 

The crisp air fills our lungs

As we step into the snow

The landscape all new among

A scene with a timeless glow

 

The children play with glee

Building snowmen, forts, and more

Their laughter echoes free

As they revel in the winter lore

 

Snow may bring some woes

But the beauty it brings to sight

Is a canvas for joys and woes

As winter paints our wonderland white.

 

A blanket of white, so pure and still,

Softly falling, with no will,

Covering the earth with a gentle hush,

A winter wonderland, we all rush.

 

Each flake unique, like a work of art,

Falling from the sky, taking part,

In a dance that's meant to be,

A beauty that only nature can see.

 

The world is transformed, as if reborn,

A quiet magic, that never seems to mourn,

The chill in the air, the icy breeze,

A part of the song, that nature sings with ease.

 

In the snow-covered fields, children play,

Making angels, in the snow, they lay,

Laughter echoing, a joyful sound,

In a world of white, they've found.

 

The snow, a symbol of purity and grace,

A reminder, of life's transient race,

It comes and goes, like a fleeting dream,

But leaves behind a lasting gleam.

 

So let us enjoy, this gift from above,

And cherish, this winter wonderland, with love,

For though it may melt, and be no more,

In our memories, it will forever soar.

 

Snowflakes falling from up high,

Dancing with the wind they fly,

Silent and pure, oh how they delight,

Winter's coat, a blanket of white.

 

The land now covered, a pristine sight,

Untouched, unadulterated, so bright,

A world at peace, all seems right,

Wrapped-up snuggly, cozy and tight.

 

The crunching snow, under my feet,

Frosty air, cool and sweet,

Breath visible, exhales complete,

Nature's hymn, a melodious beat.

 

A season of magic, of love and cheer,

Of joy, of hope, that lingers near,

So let it snow, with all its might,

And keep us warm, through winter's night.

 

In the silence of the night,

When the world is still and bright,

A blanket soft as cream,

Falls from the sky, so serene.

 

The snowflakes dance and twirl,

In a gentle, dreamy swirl,

As they cover up the earth,

And give it a brand new birth.

 

The air is crisp and cold,

As the winter starts to unfold,

But the beauty that it brings,

Is as pure as angel's wings.

 

From the trees it hangs like lace,

And covers paths with a grace,

As we walk in wonderland,

And forget about the mundane.

 

So let us embrace this sight,

Where nothing can ever be quite,

Like the magic of the snow,

In the quiet, peaceful glow.

 

Snowflakes softly falling from the sky,

A winter wonder, a sight to behold,

A frosted world, a pristine delight,

A blanket of white, a magical sight.

 

The world is hushed in a winter sleep,

With snowflakes dancing to their own beat,

A peaceful scene, a tranquil song,

The snowflakes sing, all night long.

 

The trees are dressed in a coat of white,

A frosty veil, a mystical sight,

The world is hazy, in a misty glow,

A surreal view, a beautiful show.

 

The snow is a promise of a new beginning,

A chance to start anew, to find a meaning,

In its purity, we can find our souls,

In its silence, we can find our goals.

 

The snow is a reminder of our life,

A fleeting moment, a transient strife,

It melts away, leaving behind a memory,

A time gone by, a moment of clarity.

 

So enjoy the Snow while it lasts,

A time to cherish, a moment to grasp,

For it's the gift of nature, a work of art,

A creation so perfect, straight from the heart.

 

Snowflakes falling from the sky,

Drifting gently, passing by.

A quiet hush fills the air,

As winter's magic is everywhere.

 

Blanketing the earth in white,

A clean slate, a fresh start in sight.

The icy chill upon my skin,

Feels crisp and invigorating within.

 

Children laugh and run and play,

Building snowmen along the way.

The world is a canvas, blank and pure,

As snow drifts down, a natural lure.

 

But as the sun begins to rise,

This frozen world begins to disguise.

The magic melts away like tears,

As spring flowers start to appear.

 

Yet memories of winter remain,

The peace, the beauty, the chill that sustains.

A blanket of snow, a sight so rare,

Brings people together, without a care.

The Raven

Amidst the barren trees and skies so gray,

An ominous presence lurks night and day.

Their ebony feathers, sleek and bold,

A sight to behold, their story untold.

 

The ravens, with their piercing stare,

A mystery to unravel, if you dare.

Their croaking calls, so eerie and dark,

A haunting chorus

 that leaves its mark.

 

In folklore and legends, they have a place,

Mystical guardians of a hidden space.

They're often feared, yet revered too,

Their intelligence, unmatched, it's true.

 

But there's more to ravens than we know,

Their grace and beauty, a sight to behold.

Perhaps they're not ominous after all,

Just misunderstood, waiting for our call.

 

So let us see beyond their dark attire,

And appreciate the ravens, with eyes afire.

For in their wings, there lies a tale,

Of wisdom, magic, and mystery veiled.

 

In the misty morn, with wings outspread,

A raven perched atop a dead tree head,

Its eyes like polished onyx, so dark and deep,

As it watched o'er the world with a solemn keep.

 

The raven's feathers, sleek and black as night,

Gleamed with a luster, a surreal sight,

Its voice, a cawing, croaking sound,

Echoed across the land, with fear abound.

 

Yet, the raven held a mystery, so profound,

A symbol of change, an omen, unbound,

Its presence, an invitation to explore,

The depths of our souls, forevermore.

 

For in its beady eyes, we see a reflection,

Of life and death, and all their imperfections,

A harbinger of hope, a deliverance from despair,

The raven, a muse, who helps us repair.

 

So, let us welcome the raven's call,

And heed its message, both big and small,

For in its wings, we discover the key

To unlock our hearts, and truly be free.

 

The ravens fly with majesty and grace,

Their black wings slicing through the sky.

A symbol of death in many ways,

Yet captivating to the eye.

 

Their voices caw, a raucous sound,

Echoing off the forest trees.

One might think them haughty, profound,

But they're just living as they please.

 

Mystical and ancient, they appear,

With feathers sleek and eyes so wise.

They see what we do not, oh dear,

The secrets hidden in the skies.

 

They watch us with a keen eye,

Judging silently, it seems.

But perhaps there's more to their gaze,

A deeper purpose to their dreams.

 

For ravens are so much more,

Then just a bird of dark renown.

They are messengers, to our very core,

Bringing omens that astound.

 

So when you see a raven fly,

Take a moment to pause and wonder why.

For in their presence, there's magic roaming free,

A power that stirs the soul and sets it free.

 

In the quiet of the forest,

Where the shadows dance on the ground,

The Ravens gather in their chorus,

To share their voices all around.

 

Their plumage shimmers in the light,

A black cloak against the sky,

With wings that span an endless sight,

And a piercing, watchful eye.

 

They circle high above the trees,

Silent as a winter breeze,

With grace and poise that none can match,

A symbol of all that we attach.

 

For Ravens hold a power strong,

Majestic, ancient, and divine,

A messenger, a guide along,

A symbol of a life's design.

 

So when you hear their caws and calls,

And see them soaring through the air,

Remember: they stand tall and tall,

And in our hearts, they shall always be there.

 

For Ravens are a timeless muse -

A beacon for each moment we choose,

A reminder of our inner truths,

And a symbol of the spirit that imbues.

 

Ravens, birds of mystery and lore,

Dark wings that flap and caw and soar,

A symbol of the spirit guide,

Guiding us to the other side.

 

With feathers black as the midnight sky,

They soar through air and catch our eye,

A messenger of ancient tales,

They remind us nothing ever fails.

 

A symbol of death, but also of life,

Both calm and chaos, serenity and strife,

Ravens are both yin and yang,

Reminding us to see the full range.

 

Their piercing eyes watch us from above,

A bird of power, fear, and love,

Wisdom and magic, all wrapped in one,

Ravens are here, until time is done.

 

So listen close when the raven calls,

And heed their message, no matter how small,

For in their wings, there's magic to behold,

A story of power, love, and wonder to be told.

 

Ravens, oh ravens, black as night,

Wings of darkness, soaring heights,

Your croaking call, foreboding sound,

Mystery and magic, ever abound.

 

In ancient lore, you were a sign,

Of death and doom, an omen divine,

But in truth, you are so much more,

A symbol of wisdom, to adore.

 

A clever bird, with clever ways,

Intelligence that leaves us amazed,

A soulful creature, misunderstood,

The raven's beauty, often overlook'd.

 

So fly, oh ravens, through the sky,

Eternal creatures, you'll never die,

Forevermore, you'll be revered,

A majestic bird, we hold dear.

 

In darkness they soar,

Majestic wings beating strong,

Black feathers shining.

Glints of moonlight dance

Through eyes so keen and watchful,

Guardians of the night.

 

Mystical beings,

Guides on shadowy journeys,

Harbingers of change.

In whispers they speak,

Ancient wisdom in their caws,

Secrets of the land.

 

Ravens, oh ravens,

Your presence fills me with awe,

Masters of the sky.

 

In the darkness of the night,

In the shadows without light,

A creature black as coal,

The mighty raven takes its role.

 

With wings so bold and strong,

It soars above the throng,

Its feathers rough and sleek,

A symbol of the divine and unique.

 

The raven's call echoes in the air,

Its caw a warning and rare,

For it is a chosen messenger,

Bringing news from worlds beyond measure.

 

To hear its voice is to know the truth,

To see its flight is to feel a proof,

That life is a mystery to unfold,

And the raven's message must be told.

 

So let us heed the raven's call,

And embrace what lies beyond the wall,

For in the darkness of the night,

The raven shines its brightest light.

 

Upon a branch, in solemn black,

Perched high above, the Ravens stack.

With piercing eyes, they watch and wait,

Their croaking calls, a warning state.

 

The Ravens soar on winds up high,

Against the gray and cloudy sky,

Their feathers strong, their wings so wide,

A vision of darkness, formed with pride.

 

They dance and play, in joyful flight,

And caw in chorus, in sheer delight,

Soaring above, the earth below,

In a rhythm and harmony, glad to show.

 

Yet in the night, the Raven’s call,

Sends shivers deep, to one and all,

A harbinger of doom and gloom,

A sign of death to come soon.

 

But in truth, the Raven’s black,

Is a color of prosperity and tact,

A symbol of a change at hand,

And fortune drawn to those who understand.

 

So do not fear the Raven’s flight,

But marvel at their strength and might,

For in their sleek and glossy hue,

Lies a wisdom old and true.

 

Cherry Blossoms

 

Silent snow falling

Gentle petals fill the air

Cherry blossoms bloom

 

Pink and white beauty

Soft petals dance in the breeze

Spring's sweet song of life

 

Painting branches pink

Graceful beauty on display

Cherry blossoms shine

Galaxies far Away

In the vast expanse of space so wide,

Where darkness reigns and stars collide,

There lies a wonder, oh so great,

Galaxies that we can contemplate.

 

Their beauty shines for all to see,

Like celestial artwork, so heavenly,

Colors blend and patterns form,

A stunning sight that takes our breath, so warm.

 

Each galaxy a masterpiece divine,

More artful than any human design,

Billions of stars that twinkle bright,

Dazzle and dance all through the night.

 

Oh, galaxies so far away,

An endless expanse in which they play,

A universe so vast and grand,

Beyond our reach, yet close at hand.

 

May this beauty inspire us all,

To look beyond and never fall,

To strive for greatness and explore,

As we gaze at the galaxies and all they have in store.

 

In the vast expanse of space,

Clusters of stars light up the place,

Galaxies beyond our reach,

A cosmic wonder we can only teach.

 

Each one a masterpiece of creation,

Far away in breathtaking formation,

Spirals and ellipticals, diverse and unique,

Infinite beauty our eyes cannot critique.

 

Their brightness illuminates the night,

A celestial dance, an eternal light,

Majestic and mysterious, they beckon,

To follow them in a cosmic reckoning.

 

Their secrets hidden in the void,

A quest for knowledge to be employed,

Whispers of life and wisdom untold,

In those galaxies far away, so bold.

 

So let us gaze upon the stars,

And revel in their celestial memoirs,

For in their presence we find peace,

And the universe's secrets slowly release.

So Much to do, so Little Time

 

Our days are filled with countless tasks,

A list that never seems to end,

Our minds are trapped in endless asks,

A race we rush to comprehend.

 

The world keeps spinning, never slow,

And yet our time flies by so fast,

We're left with nothing but a show,

Of all the things that cannot last.

 

Our hearts grow heavy with the weight,

Of all the things that we must do,

We try to plan and organize,

But still the clock just ticks anew.

 

The sun will rise and set once more,

And we will carry on with grace,

But deep down we all know the score,

That time's the one thing we can't chase.

 

So much to see, so little time

The world spins fast, like a nursery rhyme

Days come and go, like moments fleeting

The clock ticking on, without pausing or cheating

 

A to-do list never-ending, a pile of tasks

Each awaiting completion, asking for your last

Stress and hurry, always on the rise

As you try to manage, your ever-growing size

 

Take a breath, and pause for a moment

Relax your mind, and let go - don't torment

The world will keep moving, without your pushing

There's time to do everything, without rushing

 

Enjoy the present, don't chase the future

Let every moment be your teacher

For life is short, and time is precious

Use it well, and make every second auspicious.

 

So much to do, so little time,

The clock ticks fast, and the day's sublime.

We run and rush in a frenzy,

Hoping time could slow down, but it's a fantasy.

 

The tasks pile up, and the to-do list grows,

We need to get them done, we need to show,

Our determination, our strength, our will,

To accomplish everything, but time won't stand still.

 

We wish for more hours in a day,

To finish all in time and never delay,

But we forget the essence of life,

To live in the moment and enjoy all the strife.

 

For in this race, we call life,

Time is our only vice,

So let's take a deep breath and slow down,

And cherish every second that goes by, for it's precious and profound.

So much to do, so little time

A burden too great, a mountain to climb

Minutes and hours, slipping like sand

Fingers outstretched, trying to hold onto a strand

 

The to-do list grows longer each day

The pressure mounts, the stress won't sway

The clock ticks on, a relentless beat

Her heart racing, her mind trying to cheat

 

But amidst the chaos, a gentle reminder

Of the simple pleasures that make life kinder

A smile, a hug, a moment to breathe

The calm before the storm, a temporary reprieve

 

For time may be fleeting, but memories remain

The moments we cherish, the joy and the pain

So let us slow down, take a breath or two

And focus on what really matters, in all that we do.

 

So much to do, so little time,

My heart beats fast, my thoughts align,

The clock ticks on, the seconds fly,

Each passing moment, a fleeting sigh.

 

My to-do list grows longer, with every passing day,

And yet I struggle to find my way,

To complete it all and stay on track,

Without losing my mind, without looking back.

 

The pressure builds, the weight is heavy,

But still, I push on, I'm strong and steady,

For I know that in this race against time,

My determination and will shall surely shine.

 

So let the minutes fly, let the hours pass,

For I know that I won't falter or fall,

My spirit is strong, my heart is true,

And I'll conquer any task that I must do.

 

Grief

 

Oh, Grief, you haunt me day and night,

Your weight upon my chest, so tight,

The tears that flow, the heart that aches,

The memories held, but oh, the breaks.

 

The loss of loved ones leaves a hole,

A wound that time cannot console,

The sudden emptiness inside,

The feeling of being lost, unguided.

 

How can we bear this heavy load?

How can we walk this grieving road?

Grief, the solemn cloak we wear

As we bid farewell to the departed soul

Bitter sorrow that we can hardly bear

The pain of loss that takes its toll

 

The memories linger like a haunting ghost,

In every corner, every room they abide

The only comfort we can boast,

Is that they live on in our hearts and mind

But even that we do not find

To help a soul so wounded therefore

All they can do is grieve some more.

Grief, a heavy cloak draped on our shoulders,

A weight that slumps our back and crushes our spirit,

A shroud of black that veils our sight,

A storm that rages within, relentless, endless.

 

It comes unbidden, an unwelcome guest,

A thief that steals our joy and leaves them numb,

A pain that grips our hearts, unyielding, tight,

A wound that bleeds and never seems to heal.

 

Grief, a lonely journey that we walk alone,

The path that twists and turns, elusive, dark,

A maze of sorrow, memories, regrets,

A labyrinth that leads us to the edge of life.

 

Two Steps Forward, One Step Back

 

Two steps forward, we make good ground

We conquer obstacles, and challenges we've found

But then comes a step back, just one in sight

A momentary setback, a pause in our fight

 

We pick ourselves up, and start once more

Taking each new challenge, as we had before

Two steps forward, we reach new heights

Then one step back, a stumble in our sights

 

But we don't give up, we keep pushing on

We continue our journey, until it is done

And when we look back, we'll see our track

Two steps forward, and one step back.

 

Two steps forward, we take with ease

We're filled with hope and so much peace

We're moving on and living free

Our hearts and minds are filled with glee

 

One step back, we start to feel

The tremble in our legs is real

Our hope fades fast and disappears

We're filled with doubts and endless fears

 

Two steps forward, we take again

Our strength returns and we remain

Moving forward, day by day

We won't let fear lead us astray

 

One step back, we catch our breath

We must be strong and beat this test

We pick ourselves up and stand tall

And we'll keep going, through it all

 

Two steps forward, we stay on track

And never let the setbacks hold us back

For every step we take is true

And soon we'll reach our goals anew.

 

Two steps forward, we're on the right track,

Making progress, no turning back,

But then comes a stumble, a hiccup, a lack,

One step back, it's like we're under attack.

 

The journey is long, full of twists and turns,

Sometimes we fly, sometimes we crash and burn,

But we keep pushing, through the pain and the yearn,

Two steps forward, for every one we must learn.

 

It's not always easy, this dance we call life,

Sometimes we get lost, in the midst of the strife,

But we hold onto hope, and cut through the strife,

Two steps forward, our progress is rife.

 

So let's keep moving, and hold each other tight,

We'll get there eventually, with all our might,

Two steps forward, our future's bright,

One step back, it's just a small fight.

 

Two steps forward, one step back.

It's a dance we know well, a familiar track.

We strive for progress day by day,

But obstacles arise, and we're led astray.

 

Just when we think we're making headway,

Life throws a curveball that derails the play.

We stumble and falter, lose our way,

And find ourselves right back where we started today.

 

But courage and resilience are traits we possess,

And we summon them up to weather life's stress.

We take that one step back, and with new-found grit,

Push forward again to pursue our fit.

 

For though the path may be winding and tough,

Our intention remains steadfast, and that's enough.

With each step forward, and each step back,

We keep moving forward, on a determined track.

 

Two steps forward, one step back,
Life’s a journey to the top,
Filled with stops and starts
And a long, winding path.

Sometimes the way can be hard,
But we mustn’t lose our guard.
A journey of two steps forward, one step back
In the pursuit of our dreams.

We can’t be too proud,
Or our dreams won’t be allowed,
But with careful planning and hard work,
We can make headway and persevere.

We have to be brave,
Taking risks and facing the waves,
For with each risk taken,
We will make progress in leaps and bounds.

We must make sure to take the time
To reflect and adjust our climb,
For two steps forward, one step back
Can help us reach our desired end.

Though it may be slow and tedious,
We must keep our spirits high,
For when we reach the top,
We’ll look back and smile.

Fake People

Photoshopped people,

so unreal and fake,

Perfect in every way,

But it's not what we take.

 

We don't need to hide,

We don't need to be perfect,

No matter what you think,

We don't need to live perfect.

 

We all have flaws,

We all have imperfections,

That's what makes us unique,

And that's what makes us special.

 

We can be who we are,

We can be true to ourselves,

We can be our own person,

And not someone else.

 

So don't get caught up,

In the world of photoshopped people,

Be who you are,

And be yourself.

 

Broken Promises

 

The broken promises keep rising
Like dust, they can't stay hidden
Falling like rain, disheartening
Always biting our hopes within

No more believing in sweet, whispered words
Choices of how we come to have learnt
Lies and false promises fill our days
Always left wondering what comes of yesterday

Things we can't fix, make us so tired
Exhausted by the stories and lies we have acquired
Too