Life as a teenager- FUN...NOT. I go through sooo many ups and downs, lefts and rights... it's emotionally tiring. This poem is about the logic versus feelings part of life- is it best to listen to what your mind is telling you or what your conscience is telling you? The butterfly thinks it's your heart, but, hell, what does a butterfly know!? Its brain is like...100 times less the size than your brain!!! Of course, as a poet, I use direct metaphors, which may be difficult to understand. The butterfly, in this poem, is an advice-giver, and it is advice that I have been given in real life. I find these three verses of advice the most useful words to live by, and it's truly crucial to remember these things on an everyday basis.
Oh, and why is the name of this poem "Apricot Butterfly Wings?"
What can I say, I love apricots.
Enjoy, my dear butterflies <3 br="" nbsp="">
One pleasant skied day, I was dreaming aloud
Unwinding amidst a field of hued flowers
Dozing off every now and then
Relishing in the sweet sunlight for hours
A magnificent monarch perched onto the petal
Of the white daisy snuggled in between my fingers
She settled there, all unaware
Cautiously and gently she did linger
Her red and apricot butterfly wings
Unfolded as wide as they could go
As we became surrounded by serenity
The stem of the daisy swaying to and fro
Abruptly, the monarch began to speak
Her beady black eyes gazing at me seriously
My heart picked up a few thousand beats
Twiddling my thumbs, sweating nervously
“It may seem like it’s the end of the world
It seems like life is frustrating, my dear
But your petty problems mean not
A thing to the world, no need to fear”
“You are placed in between two hard boulders
Shall you follow your heart or your brain?
Let me tell you, love, from past experience
Logic can drive one insane”
“At times of peril, moments of bewilderment
It’s best to swallow your pride
You are special, dear, but not immortal
Know that you have nothing to hide”
And with that, her fiery wings went aloft
As she fluttered away into the sky
Leaving next to nothing behind
As I slowly opened my eyes
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Oh, and why is the name of this poem "Apricot Butterfly Wings?"
What can I say, I love apricots.
Enjoy, my dear butterflies <3 br="" nbsp="">
One pleasant skied day, I was dreaming aloud
Unwinding amidst a field of hued flowers
Dozing off every now and then
Relishing in the sweet sunlight for hours
A magnificent monarch perched onto the petal
Of the white daisy snuggled in between my fingers
She settled there, all unaware
Cautiously and gently she did linger
Her red and apricot butterfly wings
Unfolded as wide as they could go
As we became surrounded by serenity
The stem of the daisy swaying to and fro
Abruptly, the monarch began to speak
Her beady black eyes gazing at me seriously
My heart picked up a few thousand beats
Twiddling my thumbs, sweating nervously
“It may seem like it’s the end of the world
It seems like life is frustrating, my dear
But your petty problems mean not
A thing to the world, no need to fear”
“You are placed in between two hard boulders
Shall you follow your heart or your brain?
Let me tell you, love, from past experience
Logic can drive one insane”
“At times of peril, moments of bewilderment
It’s best to swallow your pride
You are special, dear, but not immortal
Know that you have nothing to hide”
And with that, her fiery wings went aloft
As she fluttered away into the sky
Leaving next to nothing behind
As I slowly opened my eyes
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