Rose Daisy Poems | Examples
These Rose Daisy poems are examples of Daisy poems about Rose. These are the best examples of Daisy Rose poems written by international poets.
If I ever had a daughter like me,
I’d call her
my little desert rose
so she knows I’ve lived it too—
a brittle-stemmed rose
blooming through sandstorms.
Were I to have a daughter—
someone soft like me...
I’d tell her I’m sorry.
Not for bringing her into a world
where cruelty exists—
but for letting her live in it
when her petals part
before her thorns remember to rise.
If I ever had a daughter
who feels and pains like me…
I wish I don’t.
It’s a gift to feel everything, they say.
But I’ve loved it enough to know—
the world punishes it.
I selfishly wish
she would never be like me…
I want her to stay
an unguarded, unbroken wild daisy.
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 white;
from one glorious lovely summer plant,
sublime in gardens, a vase or as dried!
Oh, divine the steady stream of color,
it represents many things for this girl;
purity, love, energy, happiness,
and joyful, boundless, endless memories!
Written: December 17, 2023
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Our young braves had fled off!
We stand poised; they stay live!
The wildwood rose will grow.
Honeysuckles also spray.
Our braves were laid down low.
Our young braves had fled off!
The birds' rhythm will be heard.
Throughout the whole winter,
From the trees near his grave!
Lightning sparks a sprinter.
Our young braves had fled off!
The world could e'er yield dross.
In tears for our grave grief
Our bright goal stands in blight.
glued seethe and verdant leaf
Our young braves had fled off!
We shall now cease our search.
doom was etched on his brow
Still, pride ought to be praise!
We breathe in gloom and bow.
Daisy bugs and butterfly juices
Garden magic. Lemon deuces.
Fresh rose petals all around.
Fat finger curls so sassy and sound.
Black patent leather shoes
Spit and polished.
Here is the news.
60’s are dead. 70’s are gone.
80’s retro. 90’s a throng.
Cannot relate to anything now.
Living in a livestock barn with goats and one cow.
Meadow magic delighting me.
Going to Hallelujah land.
All I can be...
Bubbly laughter from inside joyful flower petals
Nymphs and elves laugh as they paint the tulips
Faeries giggle with happiness brought by spring
Freshly dressed, enjoying
Daisy’s fancy sassiness. Implementing gardening tricks planned all winter
Allowing a dandelion take over in sunny patches
Elves are pushing grasses forward in shiny newness
Robins and other songbirds singing April Joy
The thorn-less roses were so angry
They refused to participate
In the garden Olympics
The brunt of their anger?
The accused daisies
The roses thought
They had stole
Their thorns.
True?
I love those blue daisies
yes, the white ones are nice
But blue is my favorite
it matches your eyes
I love those blue daisies
growing up on the hill
Such lovely eye candy
they give me a thrill
I love those blue daisies
when the soft breezes blow
they dance and they sway
putting on quite a show
I cut a blue daisy
to put in my hair
then cut a few others
for the vase by my chair.
(For Blue Daisy contest - Sponsored by: Mystic Rose)
Selected 10th place
Blue Daisy
Blue daisy in the field
such sadness now you yield.
My heart is clouded so,
unlike by sunny glow
of flowers that are bright
and grow to bring delight.
Your blue still fills my heart
with thoughts that so impart
a feeling of distress
devoid of happiness.
Your color makes me blue
and breaks my heart in two.
'Twas blue I wrapped 'round him
that day when life went dim,
and laid him there to rest
in his eternal nest;
blue daisy at his side,
the day he left and died.
Still blue as blue can be;
I lost my sweet kitty.
For twenty years he was
my baby wrapped in fuzz.
In blanket soft and blue,
with daisy...said adieu.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Premiere Contest: Blue Daisy
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Judged: 06/21/2017
Daisy blue be not sad, nor feel untrue.
despite your petals not be white, in hue.
For sky and sea milieu is color blue,
no rose can be blue in petal like you.
Daisy posy, something blue on view
for wedding, heralding a love so true
that no other flower ever will do.
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
A delicate blue Daisy
Nestled between roses of pink and cream,
Held firm by pink love-in-the-mist,
Green foliage and tiny gypsophila.
Stems bound in hessian and ribbon.
Something blue in her bridal bouquet.
17th June 2017
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
Oh how I like to wake up,
in the misty morn...
To watch the blue daisies,
botanically being born.
Ups-i-daisy...
Don’t be lazy,
for the sun will soon shine thru.
Oops-a-daisy...
I love you crazy,
I blush red when you turn blue.
Felicia or Marguerite,
of which do I choose?
A beautiful bouquet bloom,
of my magical mystic muse.
June.15.2017
BLUE DAISY - Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose
Dedicated to the same sponsor...
‘She loves me she loves me not’ the children's rhyme that had foretold
Blue daisy petals had predicted that Pat would wear a band of gold
Two lovers meet; they take shelter from an April shower
Steve is all set to propose in this woodland secluded bower
Her engagement ring holds a sapphire of bright periwinkle blue
As Steve presents her with the ring he whispers darling I love you
Tiny blue daisies are embroidered on the train of her wedding gown
As Pat glides down the aisle to wed the most handsome man in town
The ceremony goes smoothly they are declared man and wife
Soon they move into their new home and start off their married life
In time Pat gets pregnant, the nine months waiting drives her crazy
She gives birth to a baby girl, of course they name their daughter Daisy!
Blue Daisy Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose
June 15th 2017
I visited my husband's grave each day,
To be close to where my husband lay.
It gave me solace in my deep grief.
Death had taken my truelove like a thief.
I arrived at his grave one day in the summer heat,
And a single blue daisy greeted me so sweet.
Each day that week there was an exquisite blue daisy.
I wondered who was leaving this lovely flower daily.
Days later the mystery was solved of this act so kind.
It was a woman from the past I didn’t expect to find.
His first wife from years ago placed the daisy on his grave.
She left it in memory for the love that he gave.
I did not speak to her or interrupt her gracious deed.
Sorrow knows no bounds when the heart bleeds.
Daisy was a name he used to call her with affection.
I respected her grief, and could sympathize with her adoration.
6/14/17
Blue Daisy Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose