Daisies Poems

Pushing daisies

Bark, snarl, moan
DON'T howl at the moon,
howl into charcoal night
where darkness hunts the hunted,
Where consistency is metaphor
barking from the trees.

Tip toe, nibble
20lbs of everything,
but when is wolf more than just a sheep?
Or when ignorance asks,
" how do you feel? "

So bark
snarl
moan,
then snap!
HOWL into the moon.

Daisies : Tricube Poetic Form

Amber-gold
delicate
fresh daisies

dance and smile
whispering
to the sky

a loving
melody
of delight

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Daisy, daisy, daisy

Abundance of daisies,
Delicate white petals, 
Leaves of green, 
A meadow, so beautiful, 
A joy to be seen. 

Star shaped white faces, 
Gently swaying in the breeze, 
They appear everywhere, 
In fields and amongst trees. 

The joy of nature.
Wild and wonderful, 
So graceful and silent,
Daisies so delicate and small, 

A field full of daisies,
Such a lovely

Daisies Mean no Disrespect to Ding

Bumblebee Ding pollinates the daisies as the grasshoppers sing
The daisies like him, but here’s the thing, they call him a ding-a-ling
Not to be disrespectful, but it is their privilege and their way
For daisies are the flowers that want to forever play.

Dancing with Daisies

Across the valley, green pasture and the hills
I imagine dancing to freedom I feel
Lifting my toes in the daisies, full of thrills

Along the river, my spirit flows surreal
It's a taste of heaven on land around me
I imagine dancing to freedom I feel

In the sky, large birds soar so effortlessly
Peace comes naturally, not something I chase
It's

Pushing Up Daisies

my mom’s not pushing up daisies
having gone to her eternal rest in Spring
her restful place is where her soul has gone
back to earth with its raindrop-moss
(springy, as if for a tiny bunny
or hallucination-size “wabbit”)
off track, the violet urn
next to the frame
that holds my mother’s face
and my attention
confused by the unscattered ashes
contained. she’s there
or elsewhere
or both

daisies peeking over the rise

mountain majesty
daisies peeking over rise
peering at sunset

Daisies and Sunflowers

Daisies and sunflowers 
dancing in the seemingly endless field
Sitting with you
the grass waving underneath our legs
The golden sunshine rays
washing over your face
Memorizing this moment forever
I said to no one
Will I remember you?

Pushing Up Daisies

So this is where I'm bound to sleep 

Just three feet wide and six feet deep

No shirt, no shoes, or even sox

Only me in my little box

So grab a shovel, lend a hand

And bury me in desert sand

I know that it's a boring job

Guess I shouldn't have robbed the Mob

Pushing Dead Daisies

The skin remembers, even when the mind tries to forget
Scars etched deeper than bone, a roadmap of agony
They say time heals all wounds, they lie
Time only buries them deeper under the layer of lies
I used to feel joy and sorrow, life danced with empathy
Now? A hollow echo in a vacant music hall
Hope, they ripped it

Daisies

Daisies
Pure white flowers
Growing wild in meadows
Collected by little children

Necklaces

A Reflection or The Daisies

I thought of you
And you became a vision
I settled in a field of orange daisies
Where I became 
Calm, velvet, sheer
I touched you
And you became me
A reflection
I listened to my words
Revealing both you and me
And I wondered
Are we the same?
You and i and the daisies?

Angry Goddess of Daisies

irate Goddess of Daisies did not get her due
wrath of her anger rivaled that of old Sue
I’m a major deity, she yelled to bells blue.
with complete jurisdiction over the likes of you!

bluebells liked the Goddess but wisely kept quiet.
not wanting to start a crucifixion or riot
Goddess of Daisies had been on a no-carb-or-sweet diet
they decided

Daisies

I could patch the holes in your clothes
If you ever let me that close
Sew daisies into every seam
That tore before meeting me 
Make them prettier than you've ever known

I could tend to the gardens you've grown
Aspiring to be your favorite rose
I'll blend into your scenery 
Content am I, and evergreen
If only to be part of

looking for the worlds daisies

she was a diva, loving her necklaces and low-cut blouses
not a church woman, a beach-loving hippie with freckled skin
if she took a liking to you, you became part of her tribe
if not, you would never see her again.
She has had hardships, heartaches, and ounces of doom.
Burdens no one with them, looking for the world’s daisies

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