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Birdy Feb 2016
I forgot to water you
lied and betrayed you
you shriveled,
shrunk
and wrinkled

Yet you were
the most beautiful flower
who ever crossed my eyes

and your death
left me disassembled
They promised me that they'd stay but they didn't
Dreams of Sepia Nov 2015
Her nervous laugh
is the ***** of a champagne glass
he does not care she has no brains
he worries about his tie
asks her to confess
she never loved Tom
showing off his wealth
built on the sand grains
of dodgy business & deceit
& brick of bravado
a siren, she has called his heart
to sail to her across the years
all to end in a gunshot
by a pool
Have been watching the various movie versions of The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald & hope to re-read the book soon. I think the 1974 movie version with Robert Redford is the best movie version there is. Btw, if you've not read the book/seen the film & don't know what happens, she doesn't shoot him & he does not shoot her, he gets shot by someone because of something she does by accident.
Leigh Aug 2015
amidst the decaying, black soil, a daisy
Blooms
neither a figment of one's imagination, nor abrasively prominent,
it sits quietly
Hope
defiant amongst the encumbering pain
a lone promise unyieldingly rooted
mk Jul 2015
when you see
a wild yellow daisy
amongst a meadow
of blood red tulips
I hope
you think
of *me
// daisy: symbolizes innocence and purity; it conveys loyal love
tulip: are symbolic of fame and perfect love //
Autumn Whipple Jun 2015
In my younger
and more vulnerable years
I
                  walked
                   on
I was lonely
        no longer
I was a guide
            a pathfinder
I had that familiar
                  conviction
                         that life
was beginning over
promising to unfold
that shining secret
that only
Midas
               and Morgan
                              and Maecenas knew,
that the wingless
had been overlooked
in a fashion
that rather
             took
                         your
                                  breath
                                            away.
I was fragilely bound into
a murmured apology
of moths
among
            the whispers
                                  and the champagne
                               and the stars
Bantering inconsequence
that was made of
infinitesimal
               hesitation
I repeated blankly
a surprising
shill metallic urgency
Bloomed with light
it sort of crept in on us
that I
               had truly
heard nothing at all
In the unquiet darkness
continually smoldering
with disappointment
in the solemn echoing
green light.
a dim hazy cast
lay upon my love
your love
     belongs
             to me
                 She insisted
its too late now
           he scowled
I could only stare
as
she cried
            A terrible
                        terrible
                                   Mistake!
you ask too much
she told me
I love you now.
you cant repeat the past
he said
why,
     of
            course
                        you can!
I paid a
high price
for living too long
with a
                   single
                              dream.
great Gatsby found poem I wrote in class. I got an a on it, but I need some improvement suggestions.
Alice R-P May 2015
The daisy told her: "He loves You!"
The wind whispered softly: "He cares!"
She looks at the stars and wonders
Which road she took that got her here.

The path taken was not kindled by sun,
The moon certainly did not lead the way,
And all she can see is the tenebrity
That is left from the once exuberant day.

He promised to bring her the moon,
He even told he will take her up there.
He consoled her when feeling blue,
He assured her he will always be here.

The daisy tells her: "He loved You!"
The wind whispers softly: "He cared!"
"Was it all for real?"
She wonders.
Or was it only in her Head.
Crystal June May 2015
I'm like a wilting daisy, too tragically beautiful for anyone to pick.
olena May 2015
With meadow eyes come daisies and trouble.
Flowerbeds picked on and whimsiness doubled.
Green green greeny eyes.
Jacquelyn Morgan May 2015
Noli Me Tangere
Do not touch me
I am the deer that eludes the hunt.
The thick beating drum that rests by my lung,
Is no ones to scoop out or to conquer
Round’ my neck droops -a necklace of daisies,
Withered off-white six-seasons sun-bright
A gift from the Artist;
Whose soul twined with mine,
Deep roots and thick vined.
Our fruits once plump ripe, now lie rotten
Plucked from my presence, forgotten
The essence of Wild & Free- we ran rapidly,
From, institutions, illusions, dogma, delusions
I am he and he is me. a painting, verse, a memory
& now I flee alone, paintbrush tail, no home
To hunt me is in vain.
I am the bohemian- I am never tamed
Noli Me Tangere
Do not touch me
this poem was inspired by Sir Thomas Wyatt's poem titled, Whoso List to Hunt
HelloPeople Apr 2015
Well it seems that all those days,
All those nights
They were worth it

You now bloom as a beautiful daisy
You look ever- lovely

Now you'll give smiles to everyone
And not just shine on me
I know that you're too beautiful,
For me to pick and keep

My days of watering you is done
I can sadly say I've lost the 'one'

There will be someone...
That'll be your 'sun'
The only daisy that I can give to you.
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