The daisy grew. It grew a little more every day in the burning sun. Never have I seen something of such persistence, even in the cold of winter. Such struggle and beauty is enough to make one cry. If only my love could be as such.
Elliot Ryan
Meg Ryan in “you’ve got mail”, when Tom Hanks goes to visit her when she’s sick and brings her daisies. She says she loves daisies and it is just a great part of the movie. Since then when ever I hear or see the word daisies, I think of that.
Micah
pretty yellow flower
knick
Daisy is a beautiful flower used to predict love in the most irrational way possible. He loves me; he loves me not… A little girl sitting on fresh green grass, slowly peeling away the petals from the little dainty flower, one by one… Alas, he loves me NOT! Yet, the sun still shines. =)
Sophie Moon
a flower, plentyfull, colorfull, tranquil. nice to look at, also a girls name also a name of clothing, soft, serieal, fragrance,
dave frice
daisy.. yuck i loathe daisies… loves me loves me not.. fuck that flower it’s pretty though yeah i like it not so much the dog from blondie… yellow and white it good, clean and free.. flowers in hippie hair yeah daisies are good.. so are dogs even that one from blondies after all…
coleary
flowers on an empty weed field blown away by the sound of the bell.. the vastness of the land rejects any imaginative powers inside me… weird spirals moving and stretching above my head
loom
Daisy is my ex husband’s step mother, she’s not very nice, but i guess i learned to put up with her and her crazyness… weird.. my ex boyfriend’s mom’s name is also daisy.. except in spanish..
alejandra espinosa
i love daisies. they remind me of my father. he used to put pink flowers in my hair. they weren’t daisies, but that’s what i think of when i see or smell any flower. i miss him. except yellow roses don’t remind me of him. they remind me of gerald. my ex. i miss him too. grr. anger. my hearts beating fast! real fast. i’m done.
hope j.
Daisy was a little car. She was red in colour, but suffered only from the stymatic deshevellism of a flower. Her exhaust pipe was longer than it should have been this time of year, yet she still purred along with the enthusiasm of youth. Why she did this she did not know, it was perhaps in here makeup? She pottered along the freeway slowly, fumbling over these issues as larger and faster vehicles buzzed on by. She was blissfully unaware of the mess that tangled her tiny mind. The end was near, perhaps, to her worrying dilema. Her shiny red duco shone like a beacon, yet the truck did not see her. End of the line.
The Gat
buzzing around.
fields of white with dots of yellow.
you are my candy.
matt lane
The yellow, opposite of the sun, reflects it’s image in purity. The energy absorbed, it displays what it can do, and brings light to many looking down.
Kristian
the daises are the best flower on the earth.
the aroma and the flavour of the daisies is intoxicating…….even the name daisy is very good. the word daisy brings to the mind the picture of calmness, serenity and prosperity.
Anubhav
Daisy is a sassy girl who smiles a lot and wears a sundress.
glen
Daisy’s are pretty flowers and I like to look at them. Sometimes they remind me of those little childhood joys, like tucking a daisy behind your ear and dancing around. I miss my grandmother a lot. Daisy is also a very popular and pretty female’s name. I have a boyfriend and his dog’s name is Daisy. She is old, but a sweetheart. We were best friends, but she’s a scaredy cat. I love her, though. I have a dog named Knopka.
eat, gatsby,
the place where
the bomb
comes to us
with a little girl,
showing a truth
we know it plucked
from a stem
the end
We see, now you see
pluck, smell, look
don’t eat.
Colby
The daisy was yellow and it made her happy. She walked through the grass in her backyard, thinking that if only life could be like a daisy…simple, straight-forward, clean…and yes, yellow. She associated the color yellow with happiness, sunshine, life, and love. She knew that soon she would have to return to the misery and death that waited inside the house, but for now she would just enjoy the daisy.
ChaosAD
i love that song and the name. its the most natural flower i can think of. the tropical ones are just too much. its just so pure, so sweet, so simple. nothing bold or even trying to get your attention, it just is. more people should be like the daisy.
Moriah Hounsell
Daisy is a flower to which is commonly used as a name for cheap hookers. The word daisy typically personifies the stereotypical ditz,and is of an unforgiving nature. Have fun with daisy…
Keffin Whyill
daisy are everywhere and it reminds how life is that good. if we see daisy, it reminds the childhood innocence in us and how much we miss lying on the field and looking at the sky. daisy is for joyful greeting you give to a sick patient. daisy is like ice cream you like to eat.
shanna grossinger
the beauty hidden in a day
a field covered with thoughts… covered with lies… covered with daises.
tyson
there is this boy who has taken a articular interest in me. I don’t know where it came from, and I don’t know what I did to deserve it but I like it. He is someone I should have gotten to know a long time ago. He is what keeps my faith in first impressions being wrong. There is much to say about someone who will take the time to make you feel like you matter quite a lot.
J J E
chain me down with a girl named may. Ill be a little abner, but she won’t mind. this is way too much time for a daisy……..
todd green
the yellow clouds flow over the landscape reflecting light on the sodden dirt when a single petal flutters through the soft zephyr’s. Reflecting yellow back at the clouds.
It’s path leads back to a single, solitary, daisy.
Owen Rosbery
It was a cold day in the field. His field. A place she had only gone with him when all the flowers had been in bloom. Now she stood alone looking at the daisies blowing in time with the wind with out a care. It hurt to see them unmoved by her pain.
Sake1_1
A daisy all on its own looks around to find something just like it and all it sees around it is pansies and petunias nothing like it at all and it wishes oh so much that it could get up and move around to find other things like it but all it can do is look at the pansies and petunias hoping that one day a daisy will appear just like it.
Alyx-Marie Graves
i am filled with endless flowers touching every part of my inside i dont know why i fell so good whene i see you. maybe its cuse i love you so much maybe its cuse you make me love myslef but its all a field of geen… love.
sephi
flower in a field swaying back and forth as the wind flows through it’s brilliant yellow petals. So thin are it’s petals yet so strong.
gusm
so often I found myself walking through this park but today I felt the sudden urge to wander . Not just follow that winding cobblestone road, past the still waters, daisies, and geese. No,this time I would let the wind lead me, take me in any direction it chose. Going towards the woods, seeking whatever adventures, if any, I would find.
janeen
doc holiday said “your daisy if you do” when confronted by some ass hole that threatened to shoot him. doc holiday was a bad ass mother fucker who hung out with wyat(?) erp back in the day. ok coral mother fuckers.
my brother is gay.
Scott Wiggins
my ex gf is name daiy. me and her would have the craziest sex you would ever imagine. she would get on her knees and suck my penis until it was drained more than my bathtub after a bath. she had a big rack but the only problem with her was the amount of body hair. she used to be a man before the sex change.
forrest whitaker
Daisey just fell off her stool into a puddle of water. wearing only her night dress she was quite embarrassed when sir wilford walked out his back door, looked across the yard and announce to his wife, jenny, “Daisey has fallen into a puddle wearing nothing but her night dress”!
john stack
Yellow sunshine, happy spring flower and friend Open face to the trusting world.
Skyclimber
yellow flower that grows toward the sky in the most beautiful way. it’s sways risking death with each movement.. it’s stem brending breaking dancing waving..petals flutter then fly higher than they ever dreamed. what a finale to nature’s dance.
sergio cranshaw
the daisies were growing all arond the field, it was a warm sunny day, the type that made one think of thier childhood. Kate couldn’t help but loose herself in the spell of the afternoon. it was perfect, and blotted out everything else.
Jessca J. Zimdars
Why the heck daisy? a flower? I mean, it could have been this deep thought provoking word. instead its just this let down. Why? Couldn’t ypou have thought of a slightly more interesting word? I mean, I am spending time doing this, so shouldn’t i at least beneift from this… what is this anyway.
And why a daisy?
WisrGuy57
nothin’ doin’ fuckin’ flowah.
mike rotch
i love my daisy baby,
she is so cute and lazy.
one day i picked her and now she bickers,
and i ate my baby daisy.
saruh
Oh crap! I was wondering what the green bar was for. Daisies… I never liked froufy flowers that much. Like daisies. They sound so girly. I like orchids more. They are so much more exotic than a simple little daisy.
The daisy grew. It grew a little more every day in the burning sun. Never have I seen something of such persistence, even in the cold of winter. Such struggle and beauty is enough to make one cry. If only my love could be as such.
Meg Ryan in “you’ve got mail”, when Tom Hanks goes to visit her when she’s sick and brings her daisies. She says she loves daisies and it is just a great part of the movie. Since then when ever I hear or see the word daisies, I think of that.
pretty yellow flower
Daisy is a beautiful flower used to predict love in the most irrational way possible. He loves me; he loves me not… A little girl sitting on fresh green grass, slowly peeling away the petals from the little dainty flower, one by one… Alas, he loves me NOT! Yet, the sun still shines. =)
a flower, plentyfull, colorfull, tranquil. nice to look at, also a girls name also a name of clothing, soft, serieal, fragrance,
daisy.. yuck i loathe daisies… loves me loves me not.. fuck that flower it’s pretty though yeah i like it not so much the dog from blondie… yellow and white it good, clean and free.. flowers in hippie hair yeah daisies are good.. so are dogs even that one from blondies after all…
flowers on an empty weed field blown away by the sound of the bell.. the vastness of the land rejects any imaginative powers inside me… weird spirals moving and stretching above my head
Daisy is my ex husband’s step mother, she’s not very nice, but i guess i learned to put up with her and her crazyness… weird.. my ex boyfriend’s mom’s name is also daisy.. except in spanish..
i love daisies. they remind me of my father. he used to put pink flowers in my hair. they weren’t daisies, but that’s what i think of when i see or smell any flower. i miss him. except yellow roses don’t remind me of him. they remind me of gerald. my ex. i miss him too. grr. anger. my hearts beating fast! real fast. i’m done.
Daisy was a little car. She was red in colour, but suffered only from the stymatic deshevellism of a flower. Her exhaust pipe was longer than it should have been this time of year, yet she still purred along with the enthusiasm of youth. Why she did this she did not know, it was perhaps in here makeup? She pottered along the freeway slowly, fumbling over these issues as larger and faster vehicles buzzed on by. She was blissfully unaware of the mess that tangled her tiny mind. The end was near, perhaps, to her worrying dilema. Her shiny red duco shone like a beacon, yet the truck did not see her. End of the line.
buzzing around.
fields of white with dots of yellow.
you are my candy.
The yellow, opposite of the sun, reflects it’s image in purity. The energy absorbed, it displays what it can do, and brings light to many looking down.
the daises are the best flower on the earth.
the aroma and the flavour of the daisies is intoxicating…….even the name daisy is very good. the word daisy brings to the mind the picture of calmness, serenity and prosperity.
Daisy is a sassy girl who smiles a lot and wears a sundress.
Daisy’s are pretty flowers and I like to look at them. Sometimes they remind me of those little childhood joys, like tucking a daisy behind your ear and dancing around. I miss my grandmother a lot. Daisy is also a very popular and pretty female’s name. I have a boyfriend and his dog’s name is Daisy. She is old, but a sweetheart. We were best friends, but she’s a scaredy cat. I love her, though. I have a dog named Knopka.
yellow, white, summer, spring, shasta, hair, sun, braids, children, soft, scent green grass, hippies, purple, daisy necklaces, wild flower
eat, gatsby,
the place where
the bomb
comes to us
with a little girl,
showing a truth
we know it plucked
from a stem
the end
We see, now you see
pluck, smell, look
don’t eat.
The daisy was yellow and it made her happy. She walked through the grass in her backyard, thinking that if only life could be like a daisy…simple, straight-forward, clean…and yes, yellow. She associated the color yellow with happiness, sunshine, life, and love. She knew that soon she would have to return to the misery and death that waited inside the house, but for now she would just enjoy the daisy.
i love that song and the name. its the most natural flower i can think of. the tropical ones are just too much. its just so pure, so sweet, so simple. nothing bold or even trying to get your attention, it just is. more people should be like the daisy.
Daisy is a flower to which is commonly used as a name for cheap hookers. The word daisy typically personifies the stereotypical ditz,and is of an unforgiving nature. Have fun with daisy…
daisy are everywhere and it reminds how life is that good. if we see daisy, it reminds the childhood innocence in us and how much we miss lying on the field and looking at the sky. daisy is for joyful greeting you give to a sick patient. daisy is like ice cream you like to eat.
the beauty hidden in a day
a field covered with thoughts… covered with lies… covered with daises.
there is this boy who has taken a articular interest in me. I don’t know where it came from, and I don’t know what I did to deserve it but I like it. He is someone I should have gotten to know a long time ago. He is what keeps my faith in first impressions being wrong. There is much to say about someone who will take the time to make you feel like you matter quite a lot.
chain me down with a girl named may. Ill be a little abner, but she won’t mind. this is way too much time for a daisy……..
the yellow clouds flow over the landscape reflecting light on the sodden dirt when a single petal flutters through the soft zephyr’s. Reflecting yellow back at the clouds.
It’s path leads back to a single, solitary, daisy.
It was a cold day in the field. His field. A place she had only gone with him when all the flowers had been in bloom. Now she stood alone looking at the daisies blowing in time with the wind with out a care. It hurt to see them unmoved by her pain.
A daisy all on its own looks around to find something just like it and all it sees around it is pansies and petunias nothing like it at all and it wishes oh so much that it could get up and move around to find other things like it but all it can do is look at the pansies and petunias hoping that one day a daisy will appear just like it.
i am filled with endless flowers touching every part of my inside i dont know why i fell so good whene i see you. maybe its cuse i love you so much maybe its cuse you make me love myslef but its all a field of geen… love.
flower in a field swaying back and forth as the wind flows through it’s brilliant yellow petals. So thin are it’s petals yet so strong.
so often I found myself walking through this park but today I felt the sudden urge to wander . Not just follow that winding cobblestone road, past the still waters, daisies, and geese. No,this time I would let the wind lead me, take me in any direction it chose. Going towards the woods, seeking whatever adventures, if any, I would find.
doc holiday said “your daisy if you do” when confronted by some ass hole that threatened to shoot him. doc holiday was a bad ass mother fucker who hung out with wyat(?) erp back in the day. ok coral mother fuckers.
my brother is gay.
my ex gf is name daiy. me and her would have the craziest sex you would ever imagine. she would get on her knees and suck my penis until it was drained more than my bathtub after a bath. she had a big rack but the only problem with her was the amount of body hair. she used to be a man before the sex change.
Daisey just fell off her stool into a puddle of water. wearing only her night dress she was quite embarrassed when sir wilford walked out his back door, looked across the yard and announce to his wife, jenny, “Daisey has fallen into a puddle wearing nothing but her night dress”!
Yellow sunshine, happy spring flower and friend Open face to the trusting world.
yellow flower that grows toward the sky in the most beautiful way. it’s sways risking death with each movement.. it’s stem brending breaking dancing waving..petals flutter then fly higher than they ever dreamed. what a finale to nature’s dance.
the daisies were growing all arond the field, it was a warm sunny day, the type that made one think of thier childhood. Kate couldn’t help but loose herself in the spell of the afternoon. it was perfect, and blotted out everything else.
Why the heck daisy? a flower? I mean, it could have been this deep thought provoking word. instead its just this let down. Why? Couldn’t ypou have thought of a slightly more interesting word? I mean, I am spending time doing this, so shouldn’t i at least beneift from this… what is this anyway.
And why a daisy?
nothin’ doin’ fuckin’ flowah.
i love my daisy baby,
she is so cute and lazy.
one day i picked her and now she bickers,
and i ate my baby daisy.
Oh crap! I was wondering what the green bar was for. Daisies… I never liked froufy flowers that much. Like daisies. They sound so girly. I like orchids more. They are so much more exotic than a simple little daisy.