"dasies" poems - Hello Poetry

Raindrops collect in the cracks of the windowsill. Tears acrobat out of my almond eyes, My heart is a black flower crumbling in ashes. I would die a hundred times for my heart to meet yours. The wet magnolia petals in the churchyard root my weeping into the ground. Tylenols for the depths of fever, in sunrise of morning, my eyes are stained pink. Dreams of never-ending fall from atop a building, coming to you. Mist of pine-needles brush stone-carved grave beneath me, Whisper prayer to beloved on my knees, roses, daisies, marigolds in vase water the beauty of him.

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Oct 27, 2012

Oct 27, 2012 at 11:42 PM UTC

tru-baker

Roses, dasies & marigolds

Raindrops collect in the cracks of the windowsill. Tears acrobat out of my almond eyes, My heart is a black flower crumbling in ashes. I would die a hundred times for my heart to meet yours. The wet magnolia petals in the churchyard root my weeping into the ground. Tylenols for the depths of fever, in sunrise of morning, my eyes are stained pink. Dreams of never-ending fall from atop a building, coming to you. Mist of pine-needles brush stone-carved grave beneath me, Whisper prayer to beloved on my knees, roses, daisies, marigolds in vase water the beauty of him.

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God is a woman She pulls off her headscarf And stares down bullets And lays bleeding and dead God is a woman And she is pregnant in Texas With the child of her uncle And she will scream when her body is ripped open God is a woman She wears a black eye It has love written all over it She was told it was a lesson God is a woman Crying over the Graves of her children Clutching the earth as if it would swallow her Dasies will grow where her tears land God is a woman Her skin is dark like rich soil And she is cursed as Cassandra Her words always falling on deaf ears God is a woman And she is burning Her rivers and oceans are choking Greed has poisoned Her God is a woman And you have ***** and murdered Her You have turned your eyes and ears away You only turn back with begging hands God is a woman And when you next bludgeon her with love May she take your eyes from your head And finally you will see that you have killed yourselves.

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Oct 3, 2022

Oct 3, 2022 at 7:06 PM UTC

reshnia-crimson

Free Us

God is a woman She pulls off her headscarf And stares down bullets And lays bleeding and dead God is a woman And she is pregnant in Texas With the child of her uncle And she will scream when her body is ripped open God is a woman She wears a black eye It has love written all over it She was told it was a lesson God is a woman Crying over the Graves of her children Clutching the earth as if it would swallow her Dasies will grow where her tears land God is a woman Her skin is dark like rich soil And she is cursed as Cassandra Her words always falling on deaf ears God is a woman And she is burning Her rivers and oceans are choking Greed has poisoned Her God is a woman And you have ***** and murdered Her You have turned your eyes and ears away You only turn back with begging hands God is a woman And when you next bludgeon her with love May she take your eyes from your head And finally you will see that you have killed yourselves.

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I cried myself to the shower last night. I used boy shampoo over the arms that I’ve been scratching for hour, four hours spent trying to get the blood I hated so much to come up and sit on my skin like it was their art gallery, hanging on for display. It never came. I run water over me burning tears into camouflage,the words of an empty life stung to my head as if the thoughts branded it here on me permanently. I’ve had nights like this before. Nights where I put on the loosest pajamas I could find, the ones with ESPN written written as read as the books on my old library shelf. The ones I took when my brother went to work and left me by myself, the ones that made me feel manly, even if I didn’t look like a man. I wouldn’t put a shirt on. My chest was bare, not in the way I wanted, but I couldn’t tear off my breast and give them to a girl who wasn’t born with them, I’d just have to stare till my stomach growled and tears streamed down my face, fears of a life unloved and unlived made me put on a loose shirt and tell myself I wasn’t hungry, so instead I thought of you. You, with your crooked smile when you see me at your doorstep with the sun’s colors draped in a bouquet. I show up in a fox shirt, the one I call lucky, and you count each and every one and you point out how dorky I am. You, with your back on the mattress of the cheapest apartment we could find, reading love letters I’ve written to your baby sister over the phone, telling her of all my love in the distance of thousands of miles. I try to pretend I can’t hear you from the kitchen as I make you tea, the lemon juice coating it bronze with the color of its juice, your vase holds out bright sprouts of happiness as a centerpiece. Daisies plague my mind on nights like these. They’re scattered at your funeral & my own on our graves, at the fifty yard mark. “We’ve been rolling together since we were 25.” Nights like these remind me that my masterpiece is so far, even if the dasies are so close, so near.

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Nov 14, 2017

Nov 14, 2017 at 1:28 PM UTC

ayeelliottmyguy

Daisies (Yellow Joy on a Blue Night)

I cried myself to the shower last night. I used boy shampoo over the arms that I’ve been scratching for hour, four hours spent trying to get the blood I hated so much to come up and sit on my skin like it was their art gallery, hanging on for display. It never came. I run water over me burning tears into camouflage,the words of an empty life stung to my head as if the thoughts branded it here on me permanently. I’ve had nights like this before. Nights where I put on the loosest pajamas I could find, the ones with ESPN written written as read as the books on my old library shelf. The ones I took when my brother went to work and left me by myself, the ones that made me feel manly, even if I didn’t look like a man. I wouldn’t put a shirt on. My chest was bare, not in the way I wanted, but I couldn’t tear off my breast and give them to a girl who wasn’t born with them, I’d just have to stare till my stomach growled and tears streamed down my face, fears of a life unloved and unlived made me put on a loose shirt and tell myself I wasn’t hungry, so instead I thought of you. You, with your crooked smile when you see me at your doorstep with the sun’s colors draped in a bouquet. I show up in a fox shirt, the one I call lucky, and you count each and every one and you point out how dorky I am. You, with your back on the mattress of the cheapest apartment we could find, reading love letters I’ve written to your baby sister over the phone, telling her of all my love in the distance of thousands of miles. I try to pretend I can’t hear you from the kitchen as I make you tea, the lemon juice coating it bronze with the color of its juice, your vase holds out bright sprouts of happiness as a centerpiece. Daisies plague my mind on nights like these. They’re scattered at your funeral & my own on our graves, at the fifty yard mark. “We’ve been rolling together since we were 25.” Nights like these remind me that my masterpiece is so far, even if the dasies are so close, so near.

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I don't know how I could tell you I love you, because everything -- every word, every phrase, will never be quite enough. Even the words themselves -- I love you -- seem small, despite how much emotion they may carry. I suppose I'll try my best to tell you, with the littlest words, the littlest phrases, all blended into one, just like a painting on a canvas. My love for you burns with the intensity of a thousand suns. This phrase in particular is about as close as it will get. Except... even this, with it's beautiful words and deep meaning, isn't enough. My love for you burns with the intensity of a billion suns, stars, lights, planets; shines brigher than all the electricity, all the light that is ever produced. I love you more than all the flowers in May; roses, sunflowers, dasies, tulips, and how they seem to be greeted by the sun and corrupt from underneath the moist, earthly soil. I love you more than the color of the sunset; blended shades of ravishing reds, outstanding oranges, and bright yellows, even some pinks and purples that appear as twilight comes near. I love you more than all the words in the whole world combined into one, huge mass of crumpled paper, dented words, and broken dreams. I love you more than the feel of the beach; of the miles and miles of ocean and moist sand; more than the foam that grips my toes or the cool feel of the water on my body; more than the sun as it smiles down upon my skin, and the way it makes me glow. When I tell you I love you, I do not lie, although it is still a complete understatement of what I truly feel inside. This feeling -- this burning desire to always be around you, for your hand to be entertwined with mine, for your arms to embrace me tightly; this feeling of being *high off of love* -- is a feeling that cannot possibly be described; no matter how hard one may try. What they say about love is true -- it can make you do crazy things. But no situation will ever seem crazy, because I have a valid reason: You. a.m.

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Mar 21, 2013

Mar 21, 2013 at 12:26 PM UTC

ashley-8

Our Love

I don't know how I could tell you I love you, because everything -- every word, every phrase, will never be quite enough. Even the words themselves -- I love you -- seem small, despite how much emotion they may carry. I suppose I'll try my best to tell you, with the littlest words, the littlest phrases, all blended into one, just like a painting on a canvas. My love for you burns with the intensity of a thousand suns. This phrase in particular is about as close as it will get. Except... even this, with it's beautiful words and deep meaning, isn't enough. My love for you burns with the intensity of a billion suns, stars, lights, planets; shines brigher than all the electricity, all the light that is ever produced. I love you more than all the flowers in May; roses, sunflowers, dasies, tulips, and how they seem to be greeted by the sun and corrupt from underneath the moist, earthly soil. I love you more than the color of the sunset; blended shades of ravishing reds, outstanding oranges, and bright yellows, even some pinks and purples that appear as twilight comes near. I love you more than all the words in the whole world combined into one, huge mass of crumpled paper, dented words, and broken dreams. I love you more than the feel of the beach; of the miles and miles of ocean and moist sand; more than the foam that grips my toes or the cool feel of the water on my body; more than the sun as it smiles down upon my skin, and the way it makes me glow. When I tell you I love you, I do not lie, although it is still a complete understatement of what I truly feel inside. This feeling -- this burning desire to always be around you, for your hand to be entertwined with mine, for your arms to embrace me tightly; this feeling of being *high off of love* -- is a feeling that cannot possibly be described; no matter how hard one may try. What they say about love is true -- it can make you do crazy things. But no situation will ever seem crazy, because I have a valid reason: You. a.m.

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The flower wilts, Tired, sad, dead. With the scorching sun and it's burning blaze, You cry. It's white hair of age has seen it all, but it never expected that it's own petals would fall. They fall surrounding the burning ground, Once was it fluffy and luscious green, Once had it fulfilled every flower's dream. Once did it hold events where teenagers would lay, Where children would play, Where kites were thrown into the sky. Once did the flower wish it were a dream. A wish for a world that wasn't so catastrophically destroyed.

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Jul 7, 2019

Jul 7, 2019 at 6:57 AM UTC

Daisy-Goddess

"The Dasies Dream"

The flower wilts, Tired, sad, dead. With the scorching sun and it's burning blaze, You cry. It's white hair of age has seen it all, but it never expected that it's own petals would fall. They fall surrounding the burning ground, Once was it fluffy and luscious green, Once had it fulfilled every flower's dream. Once did it hold events where teenagers would lay, Where children would play, Where kites were thrown into the sky. Once did the flower wish it were a dream. A wish for a world that wasn't so catastrophically destroyed.

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The corner store, just a short walk from the docks, the one made of honey and fresh peaches. I remember it like it was yesterday bare feet and pebbled rock. From the shore the children would run, mom and dad gave a nickel for ice cream. I rode my bike on a summers afternoon and I rung my bell as I neared closer to the hot pressed waffle cones. Mr. Wright became my friend on a summer night, he ran the general store. I’d go in and we’d talk for hours, a fresh coca cola and a fudge sickle bar. I wish Mr. Wright was here on this fine night where I am feeling a little more lonely. I wish Mr. Wright wasn’t flying high with the birds singing the same song he always sang. I wish for a Coca Cola and I dream of something of dasies and open fields.

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Aug 12, 2018

Aug 12, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC

LizzyC

The general store

The corner store, just a short walk from the docks, the one made of honey and fresh peaches. I remember it like it was yesterday bare feet and pebbled rock. From the shore the children would run, mom and dad gave a nickel for ice cream. I rode my bike on a summers afternoon and I rung my bell as I neared closer to the hot pressed waffle cones. Mr. Wright became my friend on a summer night, he ran the general store. I’d go in and we’d talk for hours, a fresh coca cola and a fudge sickle bar. I wish Mr. Wright was here on this fine night where I am feeling a little more lonely. I wish Mr. Wright wasn’t flying high with the birds singing the same song he always sang. I wish for a Coca Cola and I dream of something of dasies and open fields.

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My girl , Thinks im crazy. I'm talking about pushing dasies. Life ? Don't phase me. Only the lord can really save me. I keep my head up high, This broken soul been though the worst times My eyes been flushed dry. Got you wondering why, I'm ready to die.

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Sep 15, 2017

Sep 15, 2017 at 1:16 PM UTC

manuel-hutchinson-iii

Untitled

My girl , Thinks im crazy. I'm talking about pushing dasies. Life ? Don't phase me. Only the lord can really save me. I keep my head up high, This broken soul been though the worst times My eyes been flushed dry. Got you wondering why, I'm ready to die.

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I have this dream where I'm pushing up daisies And everything around me Falls silent At first My body feels fine The ground is nice and cool I'm at peace There's a breeze I know I'm in a hole But I can still see the sky The daisies sway Then I fall The whole gets deeper and deeper Until I'm falling into nothingness It changes I'm floating There's nothing around me I'm surrounded by whiteness I can breathe Then I land My feet hit the ground Although I'm standing on nothing Maybe I'm dead Walking seems right Soon I find my surroundings changing I'm in a garden at a tea table Set for two There's no sky Everything around is white All but the breathtaking garden A figure comes She sits down A petite woman in a sun hat She pours us some tea I just stare I know her She's blond and fair Just as she's about to look up It all freezes I wake up I can never catch my breath It feels like I've been buried Pushing up dasies.

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Jan 11, 2015

Jan 11, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC

rebecca-lillian

Pushing Up Daisies

I have this dream where I'm pushing up daisies And everything around me Falls silent At first My body feels fine The ground is nice and cool I'm at peace There's a breeze I know I'm in a hole But I can still see the sky The daisies sway Then I fall The whole gets deeper and deeper Until I'm falling into nothingness It changes I'm floating There's nothing around me I'm surrounded by whiteness I can breathe Then I land My feet hit the ground Although I'm standing on nothing Maybe I'm dead Walking seems right Soon I find my surroundings changing I'm in a garden at a tea table Set for two There's no sky Everything around is white All but the breathtaking garden A figure comes She sits down A petite woman in a sun hat She pours us some tea I just stare I know her She's blond and fair Just as she's about to look up It all freezes I wake up I can never catch my breath It feels like I've been buried Pushing up dasies.

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Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 9/29/2019 Even if your ship would be caught in the greatest of storms, you'll stay in charge unafraid being the helmsman for your crew, like a good father caring for his children, you shall not let them die. If you fall - you will not swear, because your fellowmen will lift you up, for your heart for everyone and everywhere. Remember - money is the king of the world, and friends? - they'll find you in need, but the small flame of a poor-quality candle always quickly goes out. For your birthday some will bring you roses, have you seen this flower without thorns? while others - dasies from an oak wood, adorned with the most innocent dew. You'll have to choose - love or affection, and given moment you'd better not confuse that sometimes it's worth to think about that what in its essence a flower shall remain. Wieslaw Musialowski 5/10/2003

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Nov 12, 2019

Nov 12, 2019 at 11:39 AM UTC

wieslaw_musialowski

A ship

Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 9/29/2019 Even if your ship would be caught in the greatest of storms, you'll stay in charge unafraid being the helmsman for your crew, like a good father caring for his children, you shall not let them die. If you fall - you will not swear, because your fellowmen will lift you up, for your heart for everyone and everywhere. Remember - money is the king of the world, and friends? - they'll find you in need, but the small flame of a poor-quality candle always quickly goes out. For your birthday some will bring you roses, have you seen this flower without thorns? while others - dasies from an oak wood, adorned with the most innocent dew. You'll have to choose - love or affection, and given moment you'd better not confuse that sometimes it's worth to think about that what in its essence a flower shall remain. Wieslaw Musialowski 5/10/2003

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i miss your growing ribcage pressed against my back. i miss drowning in your eyes. i miss your aching presence knitted into my bones and i miss your fingers on my skin. you were my glass half empty, but i could always make it full. i miss our slow coffee mornings when we couldn’t separate our intertwined fingers. i miss skipping class just to be with one another. i miss your platinum tones. you are pine trees (resilient) you are headlights (warm) you are dasies (vibrant) you are home.

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May 24, 2018

May 24, 2018 at 8:55 AM UTC

julia-plante

half

i miss your growing ribcage pressed against my back. i miss drowning in your eyes. i miss your aching presence knitted into my bones and i miss your fingers on my skin. you were my glass half empty, but i could always make it full. i miss our slow coffee mornings when we couldn’t separate our intertwined fingers. i miss skipping class just to be with one another. i miss your platinum tones. you are pine trees (resilient) you are headlights (warm) you are dasies (vibrant) you are home.

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We silently intertwined our hands, You from the south, I'm from the north. It's summer when we meet. Were dasies sways with the wind. You are me. And I am you. But, when winter came You left like a blizzard. All is left is nothingness. Colors fade and turn to white.

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Mar 28, 2017

Mar 28, 2017 at 10:40 AM UTC

leeannejjang

Winter

We silently intertwined our hands, You from the south, I'm from the north. It's summer when we meet. Were dasies sways with the wind. You are me. And I am you. But, when winter came You left like a blizzard. All is left is nothingness. Colors fade and turn to white.

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melt into the sun, the infinite glow and breathe penetrate: filter the soul’s contours and grasp closely all that is holy and that which believes it is dance in the infamy of a thousand giggles, a thousand ******* caress slowly and hold close the eyes of a lover and surrender to your greatest fears betray the demons, dance with butterflies find the place inside where hidden lies desire and indulge in chocolate covered kisses sing songs of peppermint songs of rubberband questions why is she smiling and fall breathless making love to life to god to all that is holy within; pray surrender guilt into cotton candy, skeletons and sink into mint cookies, ******** moments palm trees sunflowers and dante’s inferno the hell of a thousand lies and conquer the night worship stars swirls rocky road ice cream smile twirl up up down in laugh breathe sing holy holy holy pray surrender demons and questions surrender give into ginsburg captured on that last day that last morning\ desert songs cholla and speak their names to the sky the night chris nate take back your stars perched granite sacred rainbows and forgive fill love into crevices bend shape hold breathe breathe a thousand roses splashed into the sky swallow grains granules lick and ingest strength heal heal conquer and give trust the skeletons trust the fall trust the touch of a donut-flavored tongue and whisper i love to hear your laugh words small words big words words of accusation words of love words words words loose yourself fall into another and let your universe turn upside down shake time mock lies delve into the abyss embrace falling stars fallen souls fall slowly sink into strawberries sticky with *** lawnchairs and graveyards find beauty in everything in every vaginal opening and give life yourself and seashells to that last morning surrender to the soul’s embrace melt away the flesh of yesterday and rebuild forests find forever in teardrops lovers in strangers the matrix of the possessed centaur and wrap icy fingers melt fire and give into yourself pray pray to the moonlight earthworms dasies pray prayers of solace prayers of death of intangible misgivings and of all things holy and melt fall away rebuild caress B-R-E-A-T-H-E…

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Aug 7, 2018

Aug 7, 2018 at 3:57 PM UTC

rayvenrae24

unadulterated misgivings of maya's rhythm

melt into the sun, the infinite glow and breathe penetrate: filter the soul’s contours and grasp closely all that is holy and that which believes it is dance in the infamy of a thousand giggles, a thousand ******* caress slowly and hold close the eyes of a lover and surrender to your greatest fears betray the demons, dance with butterflies find the place inside where hidden lies desire and indulge in chocolate covered kisses sing songs of peppermint songs of rubberband questions why is she smiling and fall breathless making love to life to god to all that is holy within; pray surrender guilt into cotton candy, skeletons and sink into mint cookies, ******** moments palm trees sunflowers and dante’s inferno the hell of a thousand lies and conquer the night worship stars swirls rocky road ice cream smile twirl up up down in laugh breathe sing holy holy holy pray surrender demons and questions surrender give into ginsburg captured on that last day that last morning\ desert songs cholla and speak their names to the sky the night chris nate take back your stars perched granite sacred rainbows and forgive fill love into crevices bend shape hold breathe breathe a thousand roses splashed into the sky swallow grains granules lick and ingest strength heal heal conquer and give trust the skeletons trust the fall trust the touch of a donut-flavored tongue and whisper i love to hear your laugh words small words big words words of accusation words of love words words words loose yourself fall into another and let your universe turn upside down shake time mock lies delve into the abyss embrace falling stars fallen souls fall slowly sink into strawberries sticky with *** lawnchairs and graveyards find beauty in everything in every vaginal opening and give life yourself and seashells to that last morning surrender to the soul’s embrace melt away the flesh of yesterday and rebuild forests find forever in teardrops lovers in strangers the matrix of the possessed centaur and wrap icy fingers melt fire and give into yourself pray pray to the moonlight earthworms dasies pray prayers of solace prayers of death of intangible misgivings and of all things holy and melt fall away rebuild caress B-R-E-A-T-H-E…

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The little old red slowly fades away, Into a soft baby pink that glew in array From across the way, the dasies would see, wishing they could be as pretty as thee.

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Nov 30, 2016

Nov 30, 2016 at 6:54 AM UTC

addisonmay

From Sight and Mind

The little old red slowly fades away, Into a soft baby pink that glew in array From across the way, the dasies would see, wishing they could be as pretty as thee.

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