daisy is a beautiful flower. its also the name of a young damsel. i dont know anyone named daisy, but it would be nice. daisy dee is the name of a famous lingerie brand. daisies are very often quoted literary articles.
asp
yellow flowers in a small garden below my feet under the new orizon in a great universe filler with stupid humans who hate daisys
lupan the third
The air was warm and sticky. like any other summer night, but tonight was special. she could see it in his eyes, in his smile, in the boquet of daisies clutched in his hands. their petals danced as his hands shook. she smiled at him. these moments defined everything.
carlisle
one lone glowing thing on a hill
reflecting the suns brilliance
growing up to recover its divinity
a shiny whiteness reflected from reality
a flower for your hair, my pretty
shooting up with orange face masked with white whiskers
a happy summers day
Shane Clyburn
The flowers stood tall in the vast fields, a light summer breeze mildly bending the strong, green stems. The little girl, her plaid dress covered in detached petals, brough her face close to the daisies, taking in their summery scent.
XxxDo
The Duke of Flowers is on his way to Auberry California, he says he is to write a book about Jesus, or the lost years anyways.
Alejandro
Tried to get a kiss but failure caused a tear to wrinkle up the corner of the her skirt that was patterned after the way the tide and sun and sand made her feel about herself.
Frank Higgins
Daisies remind me of Drew Barrymore for some reason since she is always saying in interviews how much she loves them. I even remember her saying it was her dream to run through a field of daisies, naked. That thought makes me a little uncomfortable because I’d worry about bugs and other creatures getting on my skin.
kadie
There once was a daisy in my hand.
It always caused me to think about her.
She used to say daisies were symbols of passion.
Passion, I’d say, drawn by a child.
Kaitlin Sadler
The daisy’s in the field were feeling particularly down today. The sun and them decided they would play hide and seek and Joann, the most esteemed of all daisy’s had decided they’d play. They had not considered however that when the sun hid the daisy’s would in fact lose all their energy production capabilities. They tried searching for the sun but they were rooted into place and failed.
The sun knew this would happen and therefor played the game in the first place. The sun is an asshole.
Masher
There is only one planet earth. It’s ours, and it belongs to itself. All of us are like cells in the greater organism of this “one world”…we have to work together so the organism can function. A body with warring organs dies…and the death of any organ leads to the death of the whole.
Douglas Prater
one world one life here president Bush is killing us
stephanie j briggs
Daisies are so lovely. They are the most beautiful flower in the garden that is my existance. I once went dreamted that I was living in a lovely little house surrounded by daisies. Dasies are delightful, daring, I love up.
Kyle Ross
once i felt like a daisy, all cramped up on a page waiting to be dried out so some crazy grandma can enjoy me plastered on her wall for all her other crazy grandma friends to admire her perfect drying out flower skills. I know how it feels to be that poor daisy, being ripped out of its home in the field only to be pressed into a book.
Sammay
dukes, dude. hot stuff, man. you know shes sportin those for some dolla bills, yaallll. honestly though, those daisies ain’t yours, so back the f off. what’s under them ain’t either. so back further away if you can’t handle the flame, baby.
Sara J
she’s particular about her daisy,
she really likes them Gerber.
that’s how she likes them says me,
giving forever cause i hurt her
s. t.
Summmer. he loves me he loves me not. perfect petals. crisp white and yellow. simplicity. wholesomeness. Youth and innocence. Simple beauty. Contrasting colours. Fresh.
hava
its a flower I really dont remember what it looks like but I know its a flower, I also have a friend whos name is Daisy she’s divored, I use to see this girl named daisy she wanted to become a singer but was really full of her self.
Jorge Heyaime
this flower is white and pure like snow, i wish more things in life were like that. Life is so full of treachery and despair that we seem to forget the daisy has ever taken it’s roots in our earth. The times have come to drift by so fast that the daisys petals seemt o float away, never to be seen by the ones who need it most.
Brenna Weymouth
daisies everywhere, candy falling from the skies and petals covering every inch of the ground. the white from the flowers drowns my pupils and getting lost in a sea of loneliness yellow emerges from within
ls
daisy, daisy, give me your answer true
i’m half crazy
all for the love of you
it won’t be a stylish marriage
i can’t afford a carriage
but you’ll look sweet
upon the seat
of a bicycle built for two
Mike Hill
pretty flower, the friendliest one, reminds me of the movie “You Got Mail”, smells nice, they’re cheaper than most other flowers, they don’t last long but they can bring a smile to your face when you come in the door and see a whole bunch of them, one of my favorites
Sylvianne
I never had thought about doing it. Picking daisies was for hopeless, optimistic people. But as I walked along that field, I felt overwhelmed with a need to pick the daisies. And when I did…it changed my life forever.
Kayla D.
Daisies are bright and beautiful. I don’t like flowers. I wish I did. I wish I could be a part of the daisy world that everyone else lives in.
Nam Flocjfib
I like this site. It’s a beautiful concept. but it always gives me the ****ing daisy as my word. I have no choice. I feel like I live in a hamster wheel. It’s like life. It’s so depressing. I hate it. Horrible.
Evbghon
I see flowers and fields. People lazing in the sunshine and picnicking in the breeze. A lazy kite meanders in the sky while butterflies alight on the beautiful fields of daisies.
I wish to be there.
mko
it’s flower it smell it white it plant plant taste good i like plants like daisys umm yea daisys grass it colour daisy sun help daisy grow
kezza
a yellow daisy sways in a genital summer breeze. seeming calm and at peace. never knowing the end is coming., rumbling fast and steady on its path. soon the little care free flower will have meet its end but for now it waits never sure of whats to come, or when.
Maranda
daisy duke does the stupidist things while she drinks rum i saw her blow roscoe in the alley way wile boss hog eats pan cakes and jerks off so the only thing i can think of that would get this crap outa my mind is mainlining a shot full of detergent right into my stomach via belly button
dai
flower on the hill. i don’t know what it is–so i walk closer. it’s a daisy. how quaint. margo would have liked this flower. i pick it. i take it with me as i head toward the dentist office on the corner and i’m glad to have come across this flower because it happens that i’ll be seeing margo later. i hope she’s doing all right in London. i’m happy for her. i think she’s doing well. like this flower.
chris fryer
fresh lovely, nice, simple, friendly. Not my favorite name ever. But I like the imagery. Would not want to receive them as a gift from a suitor. not romantic enough.
Corrie
there once was a daisy who was hazy. she refused to write home daily. despite her pet peeve, she dressed up her sleeve and promised to come home to her baby. aww how sweet. I’ve never ever smelled a daisy before. now that’s a lie. i have. my boss gives us daisies every once in a while. and when things were going rough with my dad and i was away from work a lot, my friend gave me stuff.. a daisy.
ki
This is the name of someone’s high school sweetheart, somewhere in the Mid-West: Daisy. She must be of solid stock, still brimming and virtuous, sassy still.
brian h
they’re so beautiful. i always imagined that when it came time for me to get marry, if that ever happens, i would wear a simple wedding dress, more like a white sun dress and carry daisies. in the field with a small group of intimate friends who are always besides me and always there for me. so daisies always make me happy… thinking of that day and what could be
jany
a flower. loves-me, loves-me-not. used to create a bouquet for my mom cuz there are a lot of in may neighborhood. what else? i have no inspiration
anam
She picked the yellow flower and placed gently behind her ear. There the daisy sat for the rest of the day while the hours passed more quickly than I liked. For days I kept that daisy beside my bed while it wilted and I missed her. I will never know what happened to her after that day. She was just gone and the daisy was dead.
Ebrahim Allie
I love daisies because they are a very large part of my life and I cannot live without…they provide with a sense of comfort that no one else can.
KJU
bum
jusys
the two great characters of literature that everyone knows about but can’t quite remember. Which one died in Europe, which one led a Great Guy from long island to his death. Which one was hold a flower?
dave macpherson
flower white green grass lawn fence mother mother’s day anniversary wedding weed pollen seed bees yellow colorful pretty nice sunlight photosynthesis roots stem water science basket cut bouquet plant oxygen carbon dioxide
daisy is a beautiful flower. its also the name of a young damsel. i dont know anyone named daisy, but it would be nice. daisy dee is the name of a famous lingerie brand. daisies are very often quoted literary articles.
yellow flowers in a small garden below my feet under the new orizon in a great universe filler with stupid humans who hate daisys
The air was warm and sticky. like any other summer night, but tonight was special. she could see it in his eyes, in his smile, in the boquet of daisies clutched in his hands. their petals danced as his hands shook. she smiled at him. these moments defined everything.
one lone glowing thing on a hill
reflecting the suns brilliance
growing up to recover its divinity
a shiny whiteness reflected from reality
a flower for your hair, my pretty
shooting up with orange face masked with white whiskers
a happy summers day
The flowers stood tall in the vast fields, a light summer breeze mildly bending the strong, green stems. The little girl, her plaid dress covered in detached petals, brough her face close to the daisies, taking in their summery scent.
The Duke of Flowers is on his way to Auberry California, he says he is to write a book about Jesus, or the lost years anyways.
Tried to get a kiss but failure caused a tear to wrinkle up the corner of the her skirt that was patterned after the way the tide and sun and sand made her feel about herself.
Daisies remind me of Drew Barrymore for some reason since she is always saying in interviews how much she loves them. I even remember her saying it was her dream to run through a field of daisies, naked. That thought makes me a little uncomfortable because I’d worry about bugs and other creatures getting on my skin.
There once was a daisy in my hand.
It always caused me to think about her.
She used to say daisies were symbols of passion.
Passion, I’d say, drawn by a child.
The daisy’s in the field were feeling particularly down today. The sun and them decided they would play hide and seek and Joann, the most esteemed of all daisy’s had decided they’d play. They had not considered however that when the sun hid the daisy’s would in fact lose all their energy production capabilities. They tried searching for the sun but they were rooted into place and failed.
The sun knew this would happen and therefor played the game in the first place. The sun is an asshole.
There is only one planet earth. It’s ours, and it belongs to itself. All of us are like cells in the greater organism of this “one world”…we have to work together so the organism can function. A body with warring organs dies…and the death of any organ leads to the death of the whole.
one world one life here president Bush is killing us
Daisies are so lovely. They are the most beautiful flower in the garden that is my existance. I once went dreamted that I was living in a lovely little house surrounded by daisies. Dasies are delightful, daring, I love up.
once i felt like a daisy, all cramped up on a page waiting to be dried out so some crazy grandma can enjoy me plastered on her wall for all her other crazy grandma friends to admire her perfect drying out flower skills. I know how it feels to be that poor daisy, being ripped out of its home in the field only to be pressed into a book.
dukes, dude. hot stuff, man. you know shes sportin those for some dolla bills, yaallll. honestly though, those daisies ain’t yours, so back the f off. what’s under them ain’t either. so back further away if you can’t handle the flame, baby.
she’s particular about her daisy,
she really likes them Gerber.
that’s how she likes them says me,
giving forever cause i hurt her
Summmer. he loves me he loves me not. perfect petals. crisp white and yellow. simplicity. wholesomeness. Youth and innocence. Simple beauty. Contrasting colours. Fresh.
its a flower I really dont remember what it looks like but I know its a flower, I also have a friend whos name is Daisy she’s divored, I use to see this girl named daisy she wanted to become a singer but was really full of her self.
this flower is white and pure like snow, i wish more things in life were like that. Life is so full of treachery and despair that we seem to forget the daisy has ever taken it’s roots in our earth. The times have come to drift by so fast that the daisys petals seemt o float away, never to be seen by the ones who need it most.
daisies everywhere, candy falling from the skies and petals covering every inch of the ground. the white from the flowers drowns my pupils and getting lost in a sea of loneliness yellow emerges from within
daisy, daisy, give me your answer true
i’m half crazy
all for the love of you
it won’t be a stylish marriage
i can’t afford a carriage
but you’ll look sweet
upon the seat
of a bicycle built for two
pretty flower, the friendliest one, reminds me of the movie “You Got Mail”, smells nice, they’re cheaper than most other flowers, they don’t last long but they can bring a smile to your face when you come in the door and see a whole bunch of them, one of my favorites
I never had thought about doing it. Picking daisies was for hopeless, optimistic people. But as I walked along that field, I felt overwhelmed with a need to pick the daisies. And when I did…it changed my life forever.
Daisies are bright and beautiful. I don’t like flowers. I wish I did. I wish I could be a part of the daisy world that everyone else lives in.
I like this site. It’s a beautiful concept. but it always gives me the ****ing daisy as my word. I have no choice. I feel like I live in a hamster wheel. It’s like life. It’s so depressing. I hate it. Horrible.
I see flowers and fields. People lazing in the sunshine and picnicking in the breeze. A lazy kite meanders in the sky while butterflies alight on the beautiful fields of daisies.
I wish to be there.
it’s flower it smell it white it plant plant taste good i like plants like daisys umm yea daisys grass it colour daisy sun help daisy grow
a yellow daisy sways in a genital summer breeze. seeming calm and at peace. never knowing the end is coming., rumbling fast and steady on its path. soon the little care free flower will have meet its end but for now it waits never sure of whats to come, or when.
daisy duke does the stupidist things while she drinks rum i saw her blow roscoe in the alley way wile boss hog eats pan cakes and jerks off so the only thing i can think of that would get this crap outa my mind is mainlining a shot full of detergent right into my stomach via belly button
flower on the hill. i don’t know what it is–so i walk closer. it’s a daisy. how quaint. margo would have liked this flower. i pick it. i take it with me as i head toward the dentist office on the corner and i’m glad to have come across this flower because it happens that i’ll be seeing margo later. i hope she’s doing all right in London. i’m happy for her. i think she’s doing well. like this flower.
fresh lovely, nice, simple, friendly. Not my favorite name ever. But I like the imagery. Would not want to receive them as a gift from a suitor. not romantic enough.
there once was a daisy who was hazy. she refused to write home daily. despite her pet peeve, she dressed up her sleeve and promised to come home to her baby. aww how sweet. I’ve never ever smelled a daisy before. now that’s a lie. i have. my boss gives us daisies every once in a while. and when things were going rough with my dad and i was away from work a lot, my friend gave me stuff.. a daisy.
This is the name of someone’s high school sweetheart, somewhere in the Mid-West: Daisy. She must be of solid stock, still brimming and virtuous, sassy still.
they’re so beautiful. i always imagined that when it came time for me to get marry, if that ever happens, i would wear a simple wedding dress, more like a white sun dress and carry daisies. in the field with a small group of intimate friends who are always besides me and always there for me. so daisies always make me happy… thinking of that day and what could be
a flower. loves-me, loves-me-not. used to create a bouquet for my mom cuz there are a lot of in may neighborhood. what else? i have no inspiration
She picked the yellow flower and placed gently behind her ear. There the daisy sat for the rest of the day while the hours passed more quickly than I liked. For days I kept that daisy beside my bed while it wilted and I missed her. I will never know what happened to her after that day. She was just gone and the daisy was dead.
I love daisies because they are a very large part of my life and I cannot live without…they provide with a sense of comfort that no one else can.
bum
the two great characters of literature that everyone knows about but can’t quite remember. Which one died in Europe, which one led a Great Guy from long island to his death. Which one was hold a flower?
flower white green grass lawn fence mother mother’s day anniversary wedding weed pollen seed bees yellow colorful pretty nice sunlight photosynthesis roots stem water science basket cut bouquet plant oxygen carbon dioxide