Trapped between worlds
The passion has never subsided / A long time ago I decided / I wanted to be smothered in your embrace / Nothing could ever erase / The feelin…
Poem inspired by myoriginalsin’s awesome artwork “After All We’ve Been Through” / Please check out Chantal’s other awesome artwork on the RB
little things with ripped up wings
Go on. Open it, sweet one. I dare you.
i’ve been reading virigina woolf and emily dickinson lately. Her breast is fit for pearls, / But I was not a `Diver’ - / Her brow is fit for thrones / But I have not a crest. / Her heart is fit for home - / I – a Sparrow – build there / Sweet twigs and twine / My perennial nest. - Emily Dickinson there were a few things that inspired these words on this blustery rainy day: Writing Workshop’s Exercise Four white witch, black heart / Mariposa, / I bet no-one’s called you that since we lived in our shack by the sea with olive trees and peeling green shutters; when you twirled fire, I painted the sun and all we needed was lemons, salt, and Jose Cuervo. / I wouldn’t miss your launch. / Where was he today? / I don’t care about him. / Here I am. / Does he know you howl at quarter moons? Does he know you drew constellations in black ink on my skin? Do you remember us… cocooned in our chrysalis of tangled salty dreams and coffee-creamed skin? / Your words betray you, my love. Why is your book full of love letters to a girl who wears my middle name and has a scar along her jawline, just like me? / I know that when you come out to your car, you’ll search for this scrap of paper under your windscreen wipers. You’ll hate yourself for it but that’s what you’ll do. / Here I am. copyright © 2008, Holly Ringland. a few days after writing this piece, i stumbled across leith o’malley and his space here on redbubble. when i came upon the mesmerising black butterfly. it was like finding my words and Grace’s heart freshly plucked and arranged in a vase of charcoal and magic.
Timid I am not, / Although my manner is gentle. / Fragile I may seem, / Because my shell is soft.
‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty’ – KEATS Please check out my collaboration Butterfly / with Madeline M.Allen
I painted his wings
I was incredibly honoured to be asked to write a piece by one of my favourite visual artists Shanina Conway for a captivating and powerful image Butterfly Painter by Shanina Conway Butterfly Painter by Shanina Conway / Image and concept copyright © 2009 Shanina Conway
Butterflies And so the soul begins its wayward journey home / And seated here with me, no longer more to roam I’ve cried a million t…
Don’t forget I am holding onto this
The Language of Wings by flower68
Looking out the window, / I watch the sunset bleed through the skies… / I spot her figure within the clouds / As the sun beams through her …
When They laid him down upon a cross and drove nails into his hands and feet, he endured it because he loved you.
If you really want to know what love is please read this.
Autumn-leaf red and gold / threads of memory / grow from my head / and spill down my back
Cutting hair is symbolic for women – of letting go of the past, cutting off the heaviness – so symbolic, apparently, that i had to write a poem about it…;) /
Lies too It used to be her sighs were / Hollow and full of cries
Just a feeling from all the wonderful work with brides.. /
A drop on its own, its purpose is brief and insignificant. / But together with a thousand others, / They become a brilliant display of unity.
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Metamorphosed from the shelter of her silken web, / she broke the veil at last, well past the time for butterflies. / For silk became decep…
Papillon is the French word for butterfly but I think the process of becoming one is a fine metaphor for the struggle to be yourself, especially for those who, like someone I love, wrestle with emotional disorders or special challenges.
“I was so angry inside that i had done such a foolish thing. I swore that I would never be so stupid again*.
The Personal Testimony of Evangelist Trevor Irwin. “Jesus used to be someone I read about in a book. Until I had a personal encounter with him. Now I know him and he lives in me, and I live for Him”.
And then she begins to sing. Songs of dreams and lullabies filled the room… stories of singing rainbows and sleeping butterflies flutt…
A tale of me, the grand observer in a day of rainbows and butterflies… enchanted by one talented cook. Submitted for Graphic Scratch’s ‘observer’ competition.
I know you were there / with me / as we tumbled together / Words were few / We heard the slow / flut flut of butterflies / Shadows stretched a…
some moments just live on ….. / they have their own eternal heartbeat
You’re sweet and you’re soft, my butterfly girl, / And oh, how you have my heart in a whirl, / You flit and you float, all over the world / ...
Contact The Artist / / Enchanted Forest BY Cliff Vestergaard
Shrouded in cotton wool layers / Of depression and wine in equal measure / Cocooned in solitude / Love’s butterfly / Dreams of flying. / Faith…
This is the first piece of poetry I’ve written in the last fifteen or so years, if memory serves. Still needs a bit of work to tweak the language, I reckon, so I dare say this will change over the next few weeks. But it’s a start. If not a very cheerful one!
I built you a silver butterfly.
metaphors and alcohol cures the flu.
“The measure of life, after all, is not it’s duration but it’s donation. / “Corrie Ten Boom, 1892-1983, / Dutch, Evangelist, Writer / Wildlife-Appeal
Well done to ‘NativeCharm’ who added her ideas which helped to complete this poem….and thank you to all the other amazing artists and w…
One early spring evening the stars awoke early, shining in the darkening blue sky. The sun slowly sank beneath the sea, painting everythi…
A very short childlike story about the lesson of learning what true love is. Understanding that if you truly love someone sometimes you have to be able to let them go.
Inseparable as you can see / Joonas and the Butterfly Pony / The two would often take a walk / And sometimes I think they even talked / Joona…
Thank you, Leena!! / Please check out my friend Leena Hedman’s other awesome artwork on RB /
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