A small flutter – a sign of a response, a warning to be careful. His eyes met mine, I peeked then looked away. Not now. Not today. I am not ready for this. I have covered my pain with a blanket of solitude. Spring awakening
A butterfly’s wings, grasping air to achieve flight. Promenading from flower to flower in search of life-giving nectar. Bees floating past; flies, beetles, wasps, all on the same sojourn. Not interacting, glancing at each other from afar. Strangers on the same mission.
she sent his heart aflutter she did. in ways no one would ever believe. if he recounted them to his mates, they would roll over in fits of laughter and he would just get embarrassed and clam up about it. but it was true. deep down he loved her. loved her loved her but does she love you? does she? nobody knows cos she’s a fleeting soul. a woman of mystery so you’ll never know.
fluttering is sometimes described as flapping like butterfly wings. Sometimes people say ‘my heart’s all a-flutter’ meaning you’re excited and a little happy about something, usually someone you emotionally fancy. This phrase is not to be confused with ‘butterflies in the stomach’ as that is a more negative emotion.
Butterflies do this. You get this feeling in your stomach when you see someone you like. This Word makes me think of ballerinas gong across the stage in the Nutcracker. Elegance –
My heart began to flutter as she took my hand, a coronary butterfly about to go into major palpitations. I didn’t know what to do, what to say, but what I did know is that I had never, in all my years of life, been nearly this happy. Never had my heart fluttered like this before; never had I felt anything even close to comparing the indelible joy that I was feeling.
She fluttered, uselessly as she waited. It was dark and grey outside and she wanted, no needed. She needed to get away and be far away from everyone and everything. They didn’t know her, they couldn’t see her past the beauty of her face and unease in her mind.
the wings beat in time with the world you spin me around and we lose ourselves the things around us become nothingness a flutter of a moment lost in thought we are beyond and we can be more and less and everything all at once.
flutter like a butterfly all through the sky. thats a really awkward poem. why should i write about fluttering. its like the bourrees of a dancer playing a sylph… or something.
the rain flutters – can rain flutter? Maybe it merely should be fluttering butterflies – or, if it has to be about something falling from the sky, snow. Fluttering snowflakes.
Flutter, flutter… Nah, can’t really think of anything. Well, one of my friends said ‘flutterby’ the other day. Does that count? It was very annoying. I really hate all the cutesie stuff people do. Ah well.
LIke what a butterfly does. IN fact… the word “flutter” itself is acoustically quite similar to the word “butterfly” I like butterflys. I like the way they just flutter by. hehehe. I like bread and butterflies too. THey were in Alice in Wonderland. THe word flutter just sounds cool tbh. Flutter. Flutter. Flutter. I wish I could flutter. Then there’s that thing where you flutter your eyelashes…
butterflies flutter about. it makes one wonder about the innocence of other life on earth and how they suffer from our selfish escapades. we seem to do everything guilt free and all they want to do is survive. we want to thrive. we give in the greed. the butterfly is content being able to fly and eat and reproduce. it is a wonderful creature.
Flutter is a word I use a lot. Perhaps I am using it too often. I struggle to find different words that describe the batting of one’s eye-lids. I always stick to the metaphor of ‘fluttering one’s eye-lashes like the wings of a lost butterfly’ to emphasise one’s confusion. Perhaps I’ll find a substitute soon.
the wings spread, while the head started looking up. it was spitting without even motivating, thats when i took off my pants and it started flutttering away, gone forever.
butterfly, wings, something flying, something magical, something beautiful, a noise you hear, flutter butter, what a butterfly sounds like, the wind in your ear, hair,
along came a butterfly who had no wings
with no cocoon, just a mirror
it realized that it was just at caterpillar
and it fluttered inside with a sense of pride.
the butterfly’s wings can flutter
interestingly enough, when something flutters, we see less of it and more of its flutter
One’s eyelashes can flutter as well
f l u t t e r
t e r t l u f
Many things in nature flutter
her eyes fluttered beside mine today as we held each other over the center console at every red light. the sun backlit her proud profile, our silence complemented by the heartbroken, folksy album playing.
I feel the wings of the flutterby gently brushing against my hari. I sigh. How long it has been since I have felt even the smallest of sensations. Too long in that place. That place without life. Without emotion. Without anything.
crushed butterfly wings. I saw them on the pavement yesterday. Leaves rustle in the wind. My spirit is light. How I long to fan out my wings and flap and flutter into infinity. Bring me light, bring me joy. Bring me ease of heart so that I can fly.
this is dedicated to the only person that means anything to me in my pathetic shit of a life, mr. daniel james arntz. you make my heart flutter like i’ve just discovered an entire drawer of uneaten sauasage at four in the morning. thank you for your existence! i enjoy you more than sausage.
A small flutter – a sign of a response, a warning to be careful. His eyes met mine, I peeked then looked away. Not now. Not today. I am not ready for this. I have covered my pain with a blanket of solitude. Spring awakening
A butterfly’s wings, grasping air to achieve flight. Promenading from flower to flower in search of life-giving nectar. Bees floating past; flies, beetles, wasps, all on the same sojourn. Not interacting, glancing at each other from afar. Strangers on the same mission.
the wings are gold, bright and gleaming. light in the sun, skeins of heaven. they beat and flutter with the spirit, floating, flying.
Eyelashes flutter, butterflies flutter, ballerina feet flutter. My heart flutters.
There was a loud fluttering in the air which began the fluttering of her startled heart.
my heart flutters when i see him.
the moment i saw him, my heart fluttered like a butterfly, and i knew, i knew he was ‘THE ONE’ and that there would be no one like him.
she sent his heart aflutter she did. in ways no one would ever believe. if he recounted them to his mates, they would roll over in fits of laughter and he would just get embarrassed and clam up about it. but it was true. deep down he loved her. loved her loved her but does she love you? does she? nobody knows cos she’s a fleeting soul. a woman of mystery so you’ll never know.
fluttering is sometimes described as flapping like butterfly wings. Sometimes people say ‘my heart’s all a-flutter’ meaning you’re excited and a little happy about something, usually someone you emotionally fancy. This phrase is not to be confused with ‘butterflies in the stomach’ as that is a more negative emotion.
Butterflies do this. You get this feeling in your stomach when you see someone you like. This Word makes me think of ballerinas gong across the stage in the Nutcracker. Elegance –
My heart began to flutter as she took my hand, a coronary butterfly about to go into major palpitations. I didn’t know what to do, what to say, but what I did know is that I had never, in all my years of life, been nearly this happy. Never had my heart fluttered like this before; never had I felt anything even close to comparing the indelible joy that I was feeling.
She fluttered, uselessly as she waited. It was dark and grey outside and she wanted, no needed. She needed to get away and be far away from everyone and everything. They didn’t know her, they couldn’t see her past the beauty of her face and unease in her mind.
the wings beat in time with the world you spin me around and we lose ourselves the things around us become nothingness a flutter of a moment lost in thought we are beyond and we can be more and less and everything all at once.
flutter like a butterfly all through the sky. thats a really awkward poem. why should i write about fluttering. its like the bourrees of a dancer playing a sylph… or something.
the rain flutters – can rain flutter? Maybe it merely should be fluttering butterflies – or, if it has to be about something falling from the sky, snow. Fluttering snowflakes.
flutter little butterfly
into the open sky
flutter little butterfly
time to say goodbye
flutter little moth
over the dirty compost
flutter little moth
forever to be lost
Flutter, flutter… Nah, can’t really think of anything. Well, one of my friends said ‘flutterby’ the other day. Does that count? It was very annoying. I really hate all the cutesie stuff people do. Ah well.
I see a butterfly. Flutter to its home.
LIke what a butterfly does. IN fact… the word “flutter” itself is acoustically quite similar to the word “butterfly” I like butterflys. I like the way they just flutter by. hehehe. I like bread and butterflies too. THey were in Alice in Wonderland. THe word flutter just sounds cool tbh. Flutter. Flutter. Flutter. I wish I could flutter. Then there’s that thing where you flutter your eyelashes…
the butterflies in my stomach flutter to the sound of the sea
the flutter-bye butterflied in on paper wings
With a flitter flutter there was little utter
i will flutter my wings to the oblivion surrounding the emptiness of my soul. lol. wut?
butterflies flutter about. it makes one wonder about the innocence of other life on earth and how they suffer from our selfish escapades. we seem to do everything guilt free and all they want to do is survive. we want to thrive. we give in the greed. the butterfly is content being able to fly and eat and reproduce. it is a wonderful creature.
Non so che significa. Ma perché tutto in inglese sempre??? E la mia lingua???
Flutter is a word I use a lot. Perhaps I am using it too often. I struggle to find different words that describe the batting of one’s eye-lids. I always stick to the metaphor of ‘fluttering one’s eye-lashes like the wings of a lost butterfly’ to emphasise one’s confusion. Perhaps I’ll find a substitute soon.
i dunno the meaning of this word??
what’s the meaning???
the wings spread, while the head started looking up. it was spitting without even motivating, thats when i took off my pants and it started flutttering away, gone forever.
butterfly, wings, something flying, something magical, something beautiful, a noise you hear, flutter butter, what a butterfly sounds like, the wind in your ear, hair,
along came a butterfly who had no wings
with no cocoon, just a mirror
it realized that it was just at caterpillar
and it fluttered inside with a sense of pride.
flower petals upon the wind
the butterfly’s wings can flutter
interestingly enough, when something flutters, we see less of it and more of its flutter
One’s eyelashes can flutter as well
f l u t t e r
t e r t l u f
Many things in nature flutter
It seems so cliche and tired to say that my heart flutters when I see you, but it’s true. I didn’t expect that. I never expected that.
I wonder if it is the same for you.
Hearts all aflutter, fairy wings in the rain. Mascara on eyelashes and butterflies in pain.
her eyes fluttered beside mine today as we held each other over the center console at every red light. the sun backlit her proud profile, our silence complemented by the heartbroken, folksy album playing.
I feel the wings of the flutterby gently brushing against my hari. I sigh. How long it has been since I have felt even the smallest of sensations. Too long in that place. That place without life. Without emotion. Without anything.
The butterflies flutter gracefully in the air, signaling the coming of spring.
crushed butterfly wings. I saw them on the pavement yesterday. Leaves rustle in the wind. My spirit is light. How I long to fan out my wings and flap and flutter into infinity. Bring me light, bring me joy. Bring me ease of heart so that I can fly.
butterflies flutter majesticly because they have wings and are able to do so. o Butterflies! However ducks are better. Way better.
this is dedicated to the only person that means anything to me in my pathetic shit of a life, mr. daniel james arntz. you make my heart flutter like i’ve just discovered an entire drawer of uneaten sauasage at four in the morning. thank you for your existence! i enjoy you more than sausage.
the butterflies in my stomach
my heart
everything flutters when you’re around