Daisies Poems - Poems about 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....

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Amber-gold delicate fresh daisies dance and smile whispering to the sky a loving melody of delight Placed third Tricube Challenge Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Oliver Mckeithan ...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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mountain majesty daisies peeking over rise peering at sunset...

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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? ...

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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 ...

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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...

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

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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?...

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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...

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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...

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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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