15 Famous Poems About Butterflies | Love – Death – Friendship

The development of butterflies is amazingly unique and beautiful. Butterflies convey the beauty of nature, so some people liken their dead loved ones to butterflies. In this regard, we have collected some beautiful poems about butterflies that you will surely enjoy reading.

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Butterflies are white and blue
In this field we wander through.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Death comes in a day or two.

All the things we ever knew
Will be ashes in that hour,
Mark the transient butterfly,
How he hangs upon the flower.

Suffer me to take your hand.
Suffer me to cherish you
Till the dawn is in the sky.
Whether I be false or true,
Death comes in a day or two.

famous poems about butterflies
Famous poems about butterflies


The Butterfly
by Alice Freeman Palmer

I hold you at last in my hand,
Exquisite child of the air.
Can I ever understand
How you grew to be so fair?

You came to my linden tree
To taste its delicious sweet,
I sitting here in the shadow and shine
Playing around its feet.

Now I hold you fast in my hand,
You marvelous butterfly,
Till you help me to understand
The eternal mystery.

From that creeping thing in the dust
To this shining bliss in the blue!
God give me courage to trust
I can break my chrysalis too!


New Spring
by Heinrich Heine

With the rose the butterfly’s deep in love,
A thousand times hovering round;
But round himself, all tender like gold,
The sun’s sweet ray is hovering found.

short poems about butterflies
Short poems about butterflies


After Wings
by Sarah 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?”

Oh, 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!


Blue-Butterfly Day
by Robert Frost

But these are flowers that fly and all but sing:
And now from having ridden out desire
They lie closed over in the wind and cling
Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.

inspirational butterfly poems
Inspirational butterfly poems


Two Butterflies Went Out At Noon
by Emily Dickinson

Two butterflies went out at noon
And waltzed above a stream,
Then stepped straight through the firmament
And rested on a beam;

And then together bore away
Upon a shining sea,
Though never yet, in any port,
Their coming mentioned be.

If spoken by the distant bird,
If met in ether sea
By frigate or by merchantman,
Report was not to me.


Learn to Fly
by Larry James

Like a butterfly emerges
And unfolds its graceful wings,
A marriage grows and it develops
With the love each partner brings.
Your flight through life together
Is what you make it, so reach high
Spread your wings and learn to soar
As if with wings of a butterfly
Share together life’s great adventure
Now the two of you are one
Shower your lover with butterfly kisses
Your infinite journey has just begun
Be a lover, friend and playmate
Learn to listen, laugh and cry
God has given you your wings,
But, you teach each other how to fly.

poems about butterflies and love
Poems about butterflies and love


You’re My Butterfly
by Lenny Kravitz

Your are the most beautiful thing
I’ve ever seen
You shine just like sunlight rays
On a winter snow
I just had to tell you so

Your eyes sparkle as the stars
Like the moon they glow
Your smile could light the world on fire
Or did you know?

Your minds full of everything
That I want to know
I just had to let you know
I just had to tell you so
Your’re my butterfly
Fly high
Fly fly fly


Pod of the Milkweed
by Robert Frost

Where have those flowers and butterflies all gone
That science may have staked the future on?

He seems to say the reason why so much
Should come to nothing must be fairly faced.

pod of the milkweed


The Butterfly and the Bee
by William Lisle Bowles

Methought I heard a butterfly
⁠Say to a labouring bee:
“Thou hast no colours of the sky
⁠On painted wings like me.”

“Poor child of vanity! those dyes,
⁠And colours bright and rare,”
With mild reproof, the bee replies,
Are all beneath my care.

“Content I toil from morn to eve,
⁠And scorning idleness,
To tribes of gaudy sloth I leave
⁠The vanity of dress.”

poems about butterflies and friendship
Poems about butterflies and friendship


by Helen Hunt Jackson

O patient creature with a peasant face,
Burnt by the summer sun, begrimed with stains,
And standing humbly in the dingy lanes!
There seems a mystery in thy work and place,

Which crowns thee with significance and grace;
Whose is the milk that fills thy faithful veins?
What royal nursling comes at night and drains
Unscorned the food of the plebeian race?

By day I mark no living thing which rests
On thee, save butterflies of gold and brown,
Who turn from flowers that are more fair, more sweet,
And, crowding eagerly, sink fluttering down,
And hang, like jewels flashing in the heat,
Upon thy splendid rounded purple breasts.


A Butterfly Talks
by Annette Wynne

A butterfly talks to each flower
And stops to eat and drink,
And I have seen one lighting
In a quiet spot to think;

For there are many things he sees that puzzle him, indeed,
And I believe he thinks as well as some who write and read.



The example
by William H. Davies. Louis Untermeyer

Here’s an example from
A Butterfly;
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
Small Butterfly;
Whose happy heart has power
To make a stone a flower.

the example


To a Butterfly (Part-1)
by 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.

To a Butterfly (Part-2)
by William Wordsworth

Stay near me—do not take thy flight!
A little longer stay in sight!
Much converse do I find in Thee,
Historian of my Infancy!
Float near me; do not yet depart!
Dead times revive in thee:
Thou bring’st, gay Creature as thou art!
A solemn image to my heart,
My Father’s Family!

Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days,
The time, when in our childish plays
My sister Emmeline and I
Together chased the Butterfly!
A very hunter did I rush
Upon the prey:—with leaps and springs
I follow’d on from brake to bush;
But She, God love her! feared to brush
The dust from off its wings.


We Must Remain As Close To The Flowers
by Friedrich Nietzsche

We must remain as close to the flowers, the grass, and the butterflies
as the child is who is not yet so much taller than they are. We adults,

on the other hand, have outgrown them and have to lower ourselves to
stoop down to them. It seems to me that the grass hates us when we

confess our love for it. Whoever would partake of all good things must
understand how to be small at times.


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