A daisy in spectacles smiled at me,
her yellow face lit with delight.
Petals fanned out like an airy Elizabeth ruff,
as if she’d dressed for morning light.
She tilted toward the sun with flair,
a scholar of warmth and breeze,
holding court with honeybees
and nodding at passing butterflies.
Her glasses caught the shimmer of day,
round lenses full of sky.
I swear she winked — a petaled, gentle woman
with joy she couldn’t hide.
And there she stood, proud and bright,
a blossom wearing her best.
Proof that even the simplest flower
can bloom with a touch of jest.
Once was a pretty lady called Daisy
Rumored eccentric and quite lazy
She shaved her head
But not her legs
To defeat summer heat quite crazy
Daisy Bee Faerie had the curliest brown hair
Light and lithe, she could zoom easily in the air
She loved her honey, and she loved her daisies too
She was a joy to watch, catching up with the butterflies two.
I did not think she could catch us, said the monarch fair.
He was impressed with her flying prowess in the air.
I thought those daisies might slow her down said his side kick Vee.
But then I remembered her ancestry, she has a little bee.
I saw a wild daisy, and it made me think of you.
Standing tall and strong, out of rocky soil it grew.
A sadness crept over me like none I ever knew.
I missed the nearness of you.
Your smile, our chats, holding your hand.
When I saw that flower defiantly stand,
sunny face upturned towards the sky
I am reminded that death is not goodbye;
perhaps this is you come to say hi.
daisy summer and innocence
as the sweat glistens on the skin
when i'm cycling down the street
running with the pace of wind
spread my wings like a parachute
on a summer afternoon
music in my ears as i passes by the sea shore
as the flowers dances near the coast
I slept like prey folded inside your arms,
Half-praying for mercy, half-bracing for harm.
I mistook your stillness for safety’s breath,
but even your care hides merciless depth.
It was only when I learned to let you go,
that inner peace began to grow.
here is meadow’s delicate daisy fleabane
rising up to meet sizzling summer rain
holding her yellow heads high in each storm
stoically resisting a honey bee swarm
ideas of her own has this sweet bard
one of the few flowering weeds in my yard
growing renegade in patches wearing thin
next to her stands her equally opinionated twin
There once was a cow named Daisy
Who people said was quite crazy
She refused to moo
Her cud she did chew
But really she was just plain lazy.
I woke to a spring
Layered in a soft white dust
Snow covered daisy
Signifying she loves me not.
A last petal detains me of her love.
A second hence.
A moment thence
One single petal
A fate determined
Could have fallen off days before
perhaps….
Surely, she loves me not
Daisy dark
moonlight denizen
of dream beds.
Red rose scents
beneath diamond crusted space
Dawn will come too soon.
Daisy grace
come what breezes may
still placid
still pretty.
Wonder waits in cool shadows
with red Mars in sight.
Daisy smiles
greet blooms in the night.
Redbirds sing
in plum skies.
Pink butterfly's done roaming
beautiful blackness.
From a great distance,
my heart still skipped a beat
at the drip of your voice
into my longing ears.
I felt you vividly,
caught a glimpse of that exquisite face of yours,
only to learn it was fantasy
Still, I hold gratitude
Daisy,
one certain day
our roads will cross,
and I will not know what to do,
for you are not mine.
There once was a girl named Katie
Whose favorite flower’s a daisy
She made mud pies you know
With water from the toilet bowl
People think she’s silly and crazy
flower of the sun
innocence and purity
hope and loyalty
[Poet’s Note : “daisy” originates from the Old English word for day’s eye which meant The Sun. Apparently the flower was given this name because of its rays of petals around a centre & a short lived spring life]
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slumber
rise shine
winter
done run
shiver
spring bring
flower
wishes
paths cross
in dross
she speaks
listen
white rays
one day
blow straight
no hate
daisy
cadence
face grace
no haste
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