Best Daisy Poems
In my meadow the scent of spring ripples in air,
I see the dance of patina on dainty petals of daisy,
unfurling with the touch of dawn’s spectrum,
like your hazel eyes out of the trance of dream.
The flowers blossom in chromatic charisma of joy,
look up to the sunburst pallet of the seamless sky,
the essence is suffused with splendorous sparkle,
painting pristine portrait of your of surreal beauty .
As the satin night showers the silver tinsels,
floating in the mystique miasma of moonbeam,
I descry the sparkling sky descend in my garden,
you shine with sapphire hue as sprouting stars.
The celestial charm of golden glow,
pulsates in my heart with enticing rhythm,
that radiates the luring luster of exultation
from the core of fair petals of your floral face.
Pining for the embrace of your radiant purity
I make my yearning an ornate vase,
place a bunch of blooming buds,
that flower you for me as fresh as a daisy.
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July 30, 2022
Contest : Simile
Sposnored by : Hilo Poet
In the garden of Eden,
grows beautiful Blue Daisies
Walk your steps with care,
without breaking anything
Hummingbirds and bees,
love your nectar and color
Soft music under the moon
Purple raindrops
Be mine, in the rain
A bouquet Blue Daisy
Shakespeare is in love
That's Amore
21.06.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Poem of the Day : 13.8.25
Cartoon Character Clerihew
12.8.25
Placed 4th : Standard Contest
Donald Duck and Daisy Duck
had so much plucky luck
they invested in tranquil park ponds
then meditated swimming alongside fronds !
In my bed.
Winter blahs.
Colorless ground
Icy jaws.
I poke my head
Timidly forth.
I see some green
I feel some warmth.
I stretch my tendrils
Toward the sky.
Spindly spikes
Reaching high.
Slowly my body
Unclenches, unfurls
Displaying a wonder
Color and curls.
I dance in the breeze
In joyous abandon
I bow and I spin
Appearing quite random.
But when I pause
In the sunshine of life
I see the most wondrous
Sight of my life.
Right here, in my bed,
While I flitted, oblivious,
Was done a miracle
Not usually privy us.
For far as I looked
To my left and my right
My front and my back
In day and in night.
Fields of color
Pastel, neon, bright.
All posing and twisting
To find the best light.
I bow to their beauty
They bow back in kind
Diversity fills
My sight and my mind.
Some neighbors are dark
Some shorter, some tall
Some petals reach up
Some bend, swoop and fall.
Some dropped by a bird,
Some planted with love,
But all finding life
From the Source up above.
I'm thankful for color
In every direction.
I'm thankful for difference
Not boring reflection.
Joyful integration.
But more work ahead.
My neighbors and I
Hope to make our bed spread!
So take it from me
The humblest of flower
In difference is strength,
A rainbow has power!
Love is the key;
With light always sow.
And life will be fruitful,
Your kingdom will grow.
2nd place in theme #7 colors, judged 1/28/2016
A green-eyed cyclops
flutters albino lashes
against the cold wind
We always knew Miss Daisy
Was crazy.
The way she said things
Then played with her bangs.
Her shirt
Covered in dirt
She let her head fall back
And scream, "that was wack!"
But Miss Daisy,
And her crazy
Didn't like to leave.
And me being naïve
Thought it was okay.
To say
"Miss Daisy,
Just lately,
You've been
Awfully thin.
Maybe we need
To feed."
Miss Daisy
And her crazy.
Unshapely
thin.
Tiny
Small.
Daisy trips and falls apart
The mysterious rider brings her back
And now wonders how she ll find
The way back home cause is its off the line
And runs away leaving the rider alone
He comes back for her
On the dark dawn
She refuses to go back to his lost life
The angered rider loses control
Cause daisy was the one whom he loved from soul
And for one last time he asks her to go
To the dark den with him for eternal light
For daisy nods no cause she loves her home
Fuming with fury he wins along
Cause daisy said she will stand her ground
The rider calls in his horse to take leave
Distressed yet still in love he climbs his horse
Galloping his horse he starts to race
While snatching daisy from her most beloved home
Cautious and anxious she struggles through the ride
Then comes the deepest valley with the bridge
Daisy unknown of the little bit of it
Tussling and grappling the little doll piece
Falls of the bridge before he could grab her
Bawling for help when taws’ to late for her
And once again
Daisy trips and falls apart
But the mysterious rider on black mare couldn’t save her fall
For he is down with the heart ache of his lost love
And as said so........
He wanders on the edge of the bridge you see
In search of his lost love or her screams
not knowing its too late for all her pleas
'Cos the daisy was the one whom he loved from h soul.
And daisy said no cause she loved her home
And so goes the story of one lost soul who took control with her innocent prose
Awaking from deep slumber
she peeps at the crimson sky
her loose tresses wet with dew.
Shyly, loyal to the rising sun,
on a naked stalk she spreads
her striking petals washed in blue.
Growing in confidence she smiles
cheerfully exuberant.
Open-eyed, she whiles time away,
listening to the soft whispers
of the breeze and young lovers,
their every secret shared
willingly...they trust, they know:
A daisy never tells!
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Contest: Blue daisy
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
© 17th June 2017
And so legend goes, of a daisy, not a rose
of a love to behold that quickly grew cold
Etched in regret, Daisy ponders in a fret
should he return, for him would she yearn
One eve a sweet miss was given her first kiss
her heart took to flight on that moonlit night
He lured her with smiles using wicked wiles
Promised to be true in words he misconstrue
In Spring's lush bowers he gave her flowers
She was crazy about the ones called 'daisy'
He gave her a bouquet each and every day
With loving care he twined them in her hair
Near Summer's end came signs of portend
Her lover disappeared, so then she feared
He played her false with each sensual waltz
they had ever shared, pretending he cared
Legend is hazy, but it's said that each daisy
turned a shade of blue, of the deepest hue
That Summer it snowed and her tears flowed
salty crystals froze because of love's throes
Rejection brought pangs so now there hangs
a canvas of art, painted by her broken heart
Blue daisies in a vase, hung above the fireplace
where fire never burned, once love was spurned
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June 17th, 2017
Blue Daisy Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
I am a brown and yellow daisy, called a black-eyed Susan, my name is Daisy
I wake up early every morning and open my velvety petals covered with dew
I dance in the breeze, waiting for the bee boss and crew to feed on my nectar
My little ones are just starting to sprout, I am hoping for a warm sunny day
My hubby was getting old and frail and dropping his petals, wilting over
He then suddenly expired by my owner, she quickly plucked him away
I think the strong, red rose wants his place, he is growing closer to me
He smells so deliciously fragrant and his thorns are magnificently prickly
Oh no, here comes my owner with pruning shears walking this way
Phew, I was almost stepped on, sadly she took my red rose away
Here comes the bees, buzzing around, my owner backs off, afraid
Ahh, a moment of joy, to feel the tickles and kisses from the bees
My littles ones all survived, still sprouting, ready to open up soon
We are mostly ignored and not picked until we are old and wilted
My worst fear is the huge loud green monster that I see weekly
It destroys my friends and sometimes cuts away my flower family
1/24/2021
Contest: Your 2021 N-A Choice' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
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
She blooms with the breaking dawn's first light
with her breath so fresh and her face so bright.
She looks flawless with her beauty at its height
like a symbol of a new start, hope's next flight.
Innocence is her essence, giving us an insight;
she is an epitome of purity all dressed in white.
Swaying in the cool breeze her figure so lite.
She is daisy darling, every gardener's delight.
Date : 09/14/2016
Note : Entered in two different contests.
(1) Max of 10 lines, contest 201 by Brian Strand - *Placed Third*
(2) 8 lines max old or new by Rick Parise - *Placed Second*
Delicate and beautiful
is sweet Daisy. She’s
like a flowers’ petals that
flutter in the breeze.
Like a daisy’s center part -
yellow as the sun -
she is bright and cheerful, for
she’s a lucky one.
Every evening, with a smile,
she is at the door -
waiting for the handsome man
who she calls “Amor.”
They embrace when he arrives
from his job each night.
Always when he sees his wife,
she’s a welcome sight.
Friday is their special time -
dinner out in lieu
of his wife’s great cooking and
she’ll be wearing blue!
That’s her favorite color, so
date night with her spouse,
Daisy wears a bright blue dress
or blue skirt with blouse.
Yellow is the silken hair
falling round her face.
Other times, her hair is up.
Both styles show her grace.
“Ah, you’ve got on dancing shoes,”
hubbie says to her.
“Will we dance tonight?” she asks,
her voice like a purr.
Never does her spouse say no
to his precious queen.
That night they will be the pair
the most joyful seen!
Blue her eyes will shine for him
like the sapphire stone
that he bought to give to her
when they’re all alone.
Every day his actions say
that he will stay true.
“You are my Blue Daisy,” he
whispers. “I love you.”
June 20, 2017 in 7/5 Trochee Form (a type of quatrain)
Dancing flowers plop at fullest bloom
in the rustled yellow burnt fields.
It sways an echo after the winds
and hits the grass aside who sheilds.
The dawn casts its tangerine color
after the flattery feilds of Daisies,
and a child runs the sunrays of early dawn
to pick a daisy for her Aunt Stacey.
With her white tipped finger she pricks
herself with yellow honey substance
and tickels it under her nose for scent.
She runs out the fields to her aunt in instance.
She looked at her and smiled, patted her head.
Aunt Stacey spoke, "Honey go play for awhile and I'll meet you
back in." And the little girl ran out the door.
She put the daisy in a tiny vase where she admired it once more.
Each generation
is the next link in the chain
But our ancestral past
won’t let the future children
of posterity go, to run free
Adam and Eve put the first breach
in the human chain
Caused us to start building fences,
made neighbors divide themselves
Your little white girl
wandered into my yard the other day
Bless her little heart,
she started picking some daisy flowers
My little black girl saw her,
and came outside to play with her neighbor
Innocent fun had by everyone
Your little girl put a daisy flower
in my little girl’s hair
Said they were both at a wedding,
and started holding hands and dancing
A tear of joy came from my eye,
as I thought about how, as neighbors,
you and I don’t speak much
We’re the ones so out of touch
I now realize a daisy chain is a soul connection
Letting go of past animosities
will break the chain of distrust caused by sin ...
will mend the fences of brotherly love again