Best 5 Inspirational Butterfly Poems

Inspirational Butterfly Poems shows that Love is like a butterfly. Treat with care, If you caught tight it will end or if you lose it will flow away. These are many types of the best butterfly poems written by famous Poets.

Shy little Caterpillar Written by Inspirational Poems

A shy little caterpillar looked at the sky.
He hugged a leaf stem and he gave a big sigh.
The sky and the stem didn’t make a reply;
He didn’t not understand and he didn’t know why.
He hid from the blue jays so quick and so sly.
He hid from the chipmunk so swift and so spry.
He hid from the ant family living close by.
“Please, tell us, caterpillar, why are you shy?
Please, little caterpillar, try not to cry.”
“I’ll try,” said the caterpillar, “but I am shy,
I would not be shy if I could just fly.
I know what I’m going to do by and by:
I will spin a fine bed and I’ll then say good-bye.”
A little wind sang him a sweet lullaby.
And when he woke up. his wet wings were dry.
The shy little caterpillar whispered, “Good-bye.”
He flew to the sky and was no longer shy
Because he had changed to a blue butterfly!

Butterfly…. for Heather by Geoff Hadfield


One day, as I lay on rivers shore,

I dreamed a dream in which I became a butterfly,

And at the waking of this dream

the butterfly became me too.

As I sat and pondered this I dream,

I felt the winds that lifted my heart

And began to wonder deep�

Which one was true,

was I to be a butterfly

or was I meant to be the man?

But who am I to ask these things?

Who am I to know?

There are wonderful changes in this world

And why should I wonder

or should I seek

what these changes shall mean�

The river flows, the clouds pass by

The leave grow and then they change.

So who am I to know�

The farmers sow, the fathers hope.

The children learn and so quickly grow,

And I ask myself again�

Who I am to know�

There was a prince who loved the world,

and felt the change so deep,

with time and love and patients true

He answered for us all�

It�s for only God to know�..

Caterpillar to Butterfly

The sky was dark, the wind was cold,
And leaves began to fly.
A caterpillar, striped with black, said,
“I must say good-bye.”

“I’ll stick my bottom to a stem.
My skin is getting old.
I’ll change it for a bumpy skin,
Of brown, alas, no tips of gold.”

The north wind sang a lullaby,
As snug and safe she lay.
Then May came, and by and by,
Her dry skin dropped away.

So now a pretty insect sat,
And spread her wings to fly.
She sailed the sky on midnight wings –
A black swallowtail butterfly!

Oh butterfly where do you go By Heather Scott

Oh butterfly where do you go,
when the sunset itself does show?

I see you quite frequently
when the sun shines overhead,
But where are you when I am put to bed?

The days are long,
the sun is strong.

Still then I see you flutter,
with wings as soft as butter.

Yet when shines the moon,
why am I alone?

I hear not soft wings
beating upon my windowsill,
nor do I see your pupae
upon the miller’s mill.

Where do you go at night
when the stars are shining bright?

In the daytime I see you flutter
’round and ’round,
from the sky to the ground.

Oh butterfly where do you go,
when the sunset itself does show

TO A BUTTERFLY By William Wordsworth

I’ve watch 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 wing when they are weary;
Her lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bouth!
We’ll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days, when we are young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.