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Jackie Mead Jun 2019
Daisies a flash of white in a field of green
One of the most beautiful sights you ever will see
The daisy spreads itself far and wide
Fastly covering the countryside
Butterflies and Bees hover by
You even attract the common fly
Strength in numbers, you grow and give;
Your nectar for other insects to live
The Daisies wanting nothing in return
They just ask you show some discern
As your child runs through the fields; making daisy chains
Ensure when they leave, some daisies remain
Had a little walk with my grandson Roman today and the park was full of daisies, buttercups and the canal had really small brightly coloured fish and dragonflies, which were bright blue. It was really energising to see, I wish I could post a picture for you.
M H John May 2019
my place in this world
is as big as
a dandelion
in a field of daisies
don’t be afraid to be the outcast in this world
MisfitOfSociety Apr 2019
You're the one who killed the sun. You're the one who's killing everyone. If light can not enter, there will be no colour. We're all going to disappear.

Eating the babies.
Plucking the daisies.
Preserving their organs,
Saving them for later.

Artificial clouds are where the sun used to be!
You choked the sky and now you're choking me!

Drowning in every drop of water.
Eaten alive by every human flower.
Devouring every son and daughter.
Sprayed by the punctured capillaries of a sick mother.

Beware the carnivorous fruit. It's killing us softly.

Who knew dying would taste so **** good today.
Every bite I take I am slowly eating myself away.
The only way I feel alive is by eating what will **** me one day.
Who cares about that we're all gonna die someday.

Breathing through the holes in her lungs.
Flowing through her ever thinning blood.  
Stored inside her dissipating muscles.
She's sick, and we're all sick like her.

This is the post-human era.
Akwana Wa Odera Mar 2019
Hold my hand right
The sentiments I've felt
Could easily flip a moving ship
To subside
The many decisions i was meant to decide
So many fallouts that resulted from incites
To be in light
I was referred to the word
A sheet full of write
And verses to recite
But with each complete chapter
I didn't get my longing desires
So if roses are red
Does that mean those
With the pigment red
Are the better species?
For violets it's true
Reason i scold the clouds
Just to witness the sky
Lining in blue
Lilies are white
Never heard them spread that word
But still daisies are my favorite
With characters of simplicity
With elegance
A perfect representation of me

Akwana Wa Odera
@therealakwana
© 2019
M H John Mar 2019
I was a dandelion
In a field of Daisies,
Waiting for you
To come along
And make a wish
Out of me
happy world poetry day!
Christy Feb 2019
In a field full of daisies
There she lay
As beautiful as ever
Her soul connecting with nature
I've never been so in love before
In a field full of daisies
Came to me spontaneously. Not sure who it’s about, could be myself.
Mar Orellana Mar 2019
What a cruel belief it is
that plucking daisies
would predict whether you
are loved by a certain someone
who may not know your name
(and doesn ́t even want to).

Because when the last petal
from the last daisy says no (again),
you will only be left with an empty field
of dead flowers since you forgot to water
the ones that weren’t white and yellow
and you murdered the ones that were.
Masha Yurkevich Feb 2019
Roses are
red,
violets are blue.
Daisys are
white,
so grow them too.
I'll let you in
this garden of happiness
and together
we can
forget about our loneliness.
Together,
we'll grow old,
you,
me,
and the flowers.
And there will be no such thing as
time;
no seconds, minutes,
or hours.
But when the flowers do begin
to fade,
I turn my head
to find out
that all you did
was fake.
And we’ll go on living
like we are in love
but really there’s nothing left.
Nothing but dust.
After publishing my poem, 'Roses are red', I got comments(or perhaps I should say suggestions) from Renee Danes and Rain(both wonderful poets you should totally check out!) and this poem is the result. Though parts of the poem were changed, I give much of the credit to Renee Danes and Rain and thank them both very much for their suggestions that hopefully made my poetry somewhat better.
Leia Spencer Jan 2019
I bought a bouquet a week before Mothers Day
So when the fateful day came
They were crisp
Wrinkled
A beautiful bow
Wrapped around something
Once living vividly with beauty
How else would she be able to enjoy it?
This is for my mom, who died far too soon
Leia Spencer Jan 2019
Her favorite flower was daisies
But I didn't know
Until I was told
To place them on her grave
-theres a reason I think favorite flowers are important
This poem is for my mom that died when I was really young. I was the only person that knew what her favorite colors were, but I never knew the flowers she wanted to have at her funeral. I guess it still sticks with me
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