Best Daisies Poems
Dandelions, daisies and golden buttercups
Carpet the fields, below a tree they look up
This colossus of wood with arms so spread
Capturing the sunlight, photosynthesis fed
Its reach out for life to the heavenly skies
Another marvel of nature in her portfolio surprise
The plough of the farmer and his sowing of the seeds
Turns this bright carpet to soil to feed our needs
When we have harvested the sown, and reaped natures rewards
The soil of life allows the carpet restored
Dandelions, daisies and golden buttercups
Like the colossus of wood, its their right to look up
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-8.php
The three poetry forms used are haiku, tanka and sijo.
whirling in daisies
multicolored blooms in hair
summertime affair
Caressing petals
Light steps frolic in beauty
as breezes chase blooms.
Raspberry days so fruity
Clouds stand still for yellow sheen.
Blue jay and red cardinal sing songs of zesty frolic,
against a pretty backdrop of emerald green and slow motion.
Daisies of every color and kind dance all through gold days.
Daisies"
by Lori Maria Walton
Come walk with me among the daisies
Not with the roses, as they have thorns
But among the lucid pulchritude
Waiting with open eyes to the sky
For whom she lives
Today, walk with me among the daisies
Elevate your eyes to the indigo azure
And ascertain love’s authentic disposition
Contemplate the sheltering expanse dancing above
Admiring the daisy field
Walk with me among the daisies for a moment
Knowing they fade into the winter
Receding into the cold earthy mirth
Waiting for the sun to coax a new blossom
into obvious view
Live with me among the daisies
Bring your passions to these fields
Inosculation of spirits
Brios entwined in submission
To the seasons of life
Leave with me to the daisies
When time can be no more
When you are tired from the roses thorn
And long for gentleness and mercy
To hold you through the night
Lay me softly among the daisies
And let me dream of how they made you smile
And you remembered life’s sweet innocence
As you played in their petals creating
A life of beauty and goodness
When dark clouds overshadow the sun’s ray
And gloom spreads over the countryside
While the daisies bowed their heads to pray,
Knowing they have this last somber day
Before their golden petals are thrust aside
When dark clouds overshadow the sun’s ray.
After the rain, I stroll the meadow highway
In early afternoon, happy and wide-eyed,
While the daisies bowed their heads to pray.
The meadow is no longer in grand array
As autumn soon summer’s blooms override
When dark clouds overshadow the sun’s ray
Rainbow spotted during my afternoon getaway
Adorned like a midsummer’s waiting bride,
While the daisies bow their heads to pray
The morning was a gloomy, disappointing gray
Watching the season changed, I admit I cried
When dark clouds overshadow the sun’s ray,
While the daisies bow their heads to pray.
written September 15, 2021
Skipping past daisies
twirling with ease
smiling at nature
and all that does please
tackling life's worries
with a heart full of grace
answering God's calling
with an angelic face
bathing in jasmine
aged like fine wine
a scent of forever
from beginning of time
rich red cherry blossoms
left with a kiss
flowering a kinship
one cannot dismiss
skipping past daisies
with the soon setting sun
comfort her beauty
two grow now as one
If we don't glimpse daisies for the grass
Sadly then it doth cometh to pass
We've missed so much unfortunately
Wonders of planet earth's mystery.
Every leaf, every flawless flower
Is beauty come from divine power
Daisies are sheer splendour on display
A gift meant for sharing everyday.
For those most appealing white faces
Praise the one who scatters the daisies
That bestow joy to one’s inner soul
Along alluring pathways we stroll.
The least we can do is not forget
To seek the daisies out on a trek
They come in spring upon nature’s wings
Tremendous things tinkling the heart strings.
Who on earth could never be humbled
By daisies upon which we stumbled.
In a field of daisies, bathed in a perfume
of wild roses, clover and ocean brine,
you and me in the early afternoon
drinking Kool Aid, pretending its wine,
and sharing left over crumbs with a few tiny ants,
that scurry across a thread barren cloth
that has spent years in a trunk with a moth,
While we eat a meal fit for a King and Queen-
Periwinkles, Dulse and canned Sardines-
treasures from the Great Atlantic Sea,
while the rolling waves break on the rocks below
in this field where so many daisies grow
He loves me, he loves me not, my daisy flies away,
And only Jimmy and the wind will ever know.
Written: June 9th, 2014
Author's Note.
This was my first picnic with my first love - We were 6 or 7 years old at the time.
Past scenic trails once never touched
from hands of man no graces' clutched
near cloudless skies where beauty rests
in trees of maple songbirds nest
In rays of sun we find their tune
where lovers meet in months of June
holding hands with heart pledged vows
ring notes of faith when friendships rouse
Through all her wisdom hear the call
the hurdles cleared both large and small
warm winds of hope that bring forth peace
a walk through life in nature's crease
Shine in splendor white daisies bloom
Spill out glory in God's front room
Contn'd from Pg 1
So she called out to the stranger and asked for a ride
Snow had fallen heavily and already piled three feet high
When she climbed into the four-wheel truck never giving it another thought
Before he headed down the highway, he went into a crowded bar
Intuition nudged her, ‘get out now, turn back!’ But pride urged her, 'stay'
He returned with a brown bag; appearing harmless as he turned to her
‘Say, you’re trembling!’ He said and flashed a breathless smile
‘Here, have a slug, of this, it’ll warm you up, pretty girl!’
Hesitation loomed for a minute then she accepted the bag from his hand
Young Rachel, was now treading a path beyond thin, cracking ice
As tears stung her beautiful eyes, she'd never had a drink this strong
How her vacant tummy rebelled against the searing burn
Nausea arose from deep within, and she began to have regrets
Registering strong protest, her regurgitation would later accuse her killer
Her faith was sealed as there were no open doors left for escape
And before she realized he had made a reckless wide left turn
Down the snow covered dirt path through tall pines and fir
No longer were there sightings of sparsely lit farm houses
Interspersed along the desolate, picturesque landscape
The four-wheeler tackled with ease, snow drifts of fresh fallen snow
Where the following spring young Rachel's body would be discovered
That night Rachel laid buried under a few feet of snow
She was at rest now to awaken to eternity in sunny fields
Beautiful as daisies growing in heaven, carefree and endlessly in bloom!
~*~
For: Rachel..R.I.P.
A ring full of daisies weaved in her hair
adorns a white cotton sundress
as she twirls through the air
a heavenly tune plays only for her
the world's at a standstill
as her dream scenes come true
she's in love with the blue bird
plays tag with the squirrels
she speaks with the sweet swan
understanding each word
she's a vision of lovely
God's gracing gift
nothing restrains her
a princess adrift
with the sun shining down
through cracks in skies mist
her smile is beaming
at peace with life's twists
yellow daisy chain
Birkenstocks sandals
ukuleles play
peace sign happy face
a hippie child
1960’s
Woodstock music
pass around bong
free love flowing
bell bottoms
hip-huggers
lava lamp
flower
child
love
Skipping past daisies
twirling with ease
smiling at nature
and all that does please
tackling life's worries
with a heart full of grace
answering God's calling
with an angelic face
bathing in jasmine
aged like fine wine
a scent of forever
from beginning of time
rich red cherry blossoms
left with a kiss
flowering a kinship
one cannot dismiss
skipping past daisies
with the soon setting sun
comfort her beauty
two grow now as one
Butterflies and daisies, orange and yellow day lilies,
I'd love to take you with me, but I'm just too lazy,
and you'd probably drive me crazy-
You have always, and you will always....
-AMAZE me.
My dream has always been, to breath in a garden of zen,
and float around like bubbles; and then pop,
and do it all over again.
For we don't pick our friends, only a few will stay,
then they go right on their merry way.
Unless you are you, they'd stay for eternity,
and stay until the final day.
An angel on a soft lily pad,
with little critters keeping her company-
Fields and fields of daisies,
and butterflies surrounding all over me.
Butterflies and daisies,
purple and pink pansies,
I'd love to pick you and take you home,
Surely I am too lazy-
You'd most likely drive my hunger crazy,
For you, My love, have saved me-
You have always, and you will always....
-AMAZE me.
Originally written: October 12, 2003
Originally posted: September 27, 2015-My first day at PS
Re-posted: September 20, 2016
She was Rachel, beautiful as her name and in all ways.
In innocence, caught up in “grown up, worldly things
Folks who knew her laughed it off took is as if a joke
At a loss to grasp the deeper meaning behind it all
Her parents were alarmed and sought to reinforce their rules
But it seemed it was too late to remedy this state
It’s so hard to understand how this change came about
One moment she was their baby, the next, a stranger in their midst
This tragedy could not have been any part of God’s plan
Lost, running away, leaving behind comfort and warmth
She, instead would hitch-hike her way to live as a stray
Rachel and her friends never envisioned the many dangers
For lack of better judgment, with her life she would pay
He seemed like an average “Joe”, wearing a jacket of softest leather
She thought, ‘He’s hot and dressed fine; no way could he be whack’
Inexperience and temperament silently urged her on
Repressed anger held fast as she played a game of dice
She’d been waiting at the gas station just off Route Seventy Seven
Many hours past, as she mulled over random thoughts
Cold, tired and hungry, it was getting late as panic took a seat
Contn'd Pg. 2
Emotion's color
pure innocent petals
blushing up at love
smiling laughter on the wind
A happy field of daisies.