Daisy Poems - Poems about Daisy

Her daisy-do; a twirling stem says love. White petals-aye, the plucking slow and sweet. Initially removes her satin glove. Begins to sow her fate; each wistful retreat. Her blonde, blue eyes on him. She parted blades of grass, beheld her choice. He’s high, out on a limb. Love’s in the air; gown’d meadow he’ll savor. Her fella, in rejoice, As the flower speaks grace...

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once daisies woven into my hair underscored my optimism about the future now they lend the only colour to a greying landscape entwined into my hair they reflect my enduring playful nature but it beats pushing up the daisies picking the first daisy of Spring ‘He loves me, he loves me not.’ if you are always right you will never have any friends I’ve an...

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Daisy My memories of you. The loving licks on our face, were cherished moments we embraced. A friend in you, I could always trust, just you and I, the two of us. I remember our walks in the park, and the birds you chased, Oh, how you barked! The baths I gave you to keep you clean, but you loved dirty puddles more it would seem. What you would...

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She loves me; she loves me not; She loves me; she loves me not. Not knowing the answer is driving me crazy, And that’s why I’m picking petals from a daisy. She loves me; she loves me not; She loves me; she loves me not. The answer to that depends a lot On how many petals the daisy’s got She loves me; she...

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As the wind cascades out in a frenzy motion Nephophilia, a thudder crave Exclamation is a sudden urge Since soft cotton candies switches to pastels and iridescents Looking up close Still immeasurably far The old regime of sunrise and sunsets finna come up to horizon where moons and suns collide stars surrounding them blues and whites...

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pluck me like a ripened fruit from the garden that the sun shone on early in the morning and you would sigh in relief at the harvest because i was good to you see me as fondly as the first buds of spring unleashing their insides to the world how your tongue savors its fruit like a parched desert flower...

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Daisy became a daisy light at midnight She was a godsend to this reader, Willam White During the day she kept him clean At nighttime he read books easily seen...

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Black umbrella full of blue rain Disenchanted fella jilted Bella Red heavy hearts full of pink pain Not going to be together no forever Is it better to have Lily loved and lost To feel like a flower basking in the sun Only to to have your everything tossed Reduced dismissed back to lonely one It is if you are a reminiscing romantic Who...

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a chance meeting digits fleeting each I could recall days so lazy odd petaled daisy I gave you a call from one hello how would I know in love I would fall would not our fate cooperate you loved me not at all fifty Summers passed they seemed so fast then another Fall and in the end we became friends under daisy's thrall ...

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I wish to inhabit a place where daisies flourish in golden fields, allowing me to create chains from my brown hair and roam freely amidst the delightful fragrance of summer days. I seek love from those whose support keeps me grounded, rather than experiencing the chill of isolation that weighs me down. I do not...

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The thought of holidays makes me crazy; If not planned well we will become lazy. My mom’s face turns very red, Seeing me always in bed. She wants me to be like a fresh daisy! All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy; All play and no work is not a wise ploy. Balance between work and play Drives monotony...

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When the world seems to me an unbearable place And troubles weigh too heavily on my shoulders And try as I may there can be found no solace For my pain, my anguish, and my sorrow to soothe; When I feel like God and the angels all conspired To deny me the pleasures of wealth, friends, and fame And...

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Jack went up the hill With lady Daisy for a thrill He was injured you see She got skin in her teeth Jack got divorced from Jill ...

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midnight was glowing in recall of antique gold huge yellow daisy pleasures we once knew when dusk daisy glowed redly twirl memory lane golden onyx dark shrouding melancholy moon awakens rapture...

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I grew up surrounded by bright flowers, my mom had a pretty cottage garden; of vibrant blooms going on all summer, my favorite was the Painted Daisy! With lovely feathery green fern-like leaves, multi-color petals and gold centers, sparkling in the sun with bright rainbow bursts; rich nectar bringing butterflies and bees! Imagine ceaseless blooms in pinks and rose, in purples oranges, yellow and...

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