Daisy poems are a collection of verses inspired by the daisy flower. They are known for their simple beauty and symbolism. These poems often celebrate the daisy’s charm and evoke feelings of innocence, purity, and nostalgia.
In these poems, the daisy serves as a metaphor for various aspects of life, such as love, friendship, and the passage of time. Its delicate petals and bright centre can symbolise purity, while its resilience in various environments can represent strength and resilience.
Daisy’s poems are characterised by their simplicity and accessibility, making them beloved by readers of all ages. They feature straightforward language and imagery that capture the essence of the flower’s appeal.
Overall, daisy poems offer a gentle reminder to appreciate the beauty and simplicity of the world around us. They remind us to find joy in the little things and to cherish the fleeting moments of life.
Let’s read the daisy poems.
There’s Many A Lonesome Daisy
By Annette Wynne
There’s many a lonesome daisy where never a child can be,
And many a lone little brooklet is dancing away to the sea;
Yet children must stay in the city with only dull walls in view,
As if there were never a brooklet and never a daisy grew!
Daisies
By Hilda Conkling
Snow-white shawls . . .
Golden faces . . .
Countryside, hillside, wayside people . . .
Little market-women
Selling dew and yellow flour
To make bread
For some city of elves. . . .
Trail of Daisies
Follow the trail of daisies
That leads to my heart,
Follow like a white rabbit,
Keep your mysticism intact,
Believe, believe, believe,
The beautiful trail you see,
Believe, believe, believe,
It leads straight into me.
Daisies in the Sun
By Nikki Giovanni
The daisies in the sun
Don’t mind the heat
They just keep reaching
Reaching for the sky
A lesson for us all
To keep on growing
Even when life gets tough
Just keep on reaching
Sepulcretum
I am a cemetery
And all of your memories engraved
With your name, months and date
I am all that lavender and daisies
Waiting for clouds with heavy rains
As you left and ruin me like hurricanes
The Daisy
By Jane Taylor
The Daisy is a happy flower
That cheers us every day,
It nods and dances in the breeze,
And seems to nod and say,
“Be happy, too, and let your heart
Sing out its merriest lay!”
The Daisy Follows Soft The Sun
By Emily Dickinson
The Daisy follows soft the Sun—
And when his golden walk is done—
Sits shyly at his feet—
He—waking—finds the flower there—
Wherefore—Marauder—art thou here?
Because, Sir, love is sweet!
Daisy Time
By William Shakespeare
When daisies pied and violets blue
And lady-smocks all silver-white
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,
“Cuckoo;
Cuckoo, cuckoo!” O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!
Daisy Petals
By Lang Leav
She loves me, she loves me not—
I wonder what she thinks.
The daisy petals fall away,
Each one a fragile link.
She loves me, she loves me not—
I hope she loves me true.
But if she doesn’t, it’s okay,
There’s still so much to do.
To A Mountain Daisy
By Robert Burns
Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow’r,
Thou’s met me in an evil hour;
For I maun crush amang the stoure
Thy slender stem:
To spare thee now is past my pow’r,
Thou bonie gem.
To A Daisy
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
O Daisy, pearl of the meadow,
Fair and simple, sweet and true,
Glowing in thy modest beauty,
Fresh with morning’s tears and dew!
The Daisy
By William Wordsworth
The Daisy is a modest flower,
That blooms in fields and meadows green,
And Nature, with a bounteous power,
Has spread its beauties all between.
Daisies
By Mary Oliver
It is possible, I suppose that sometime
we will learn everything
from one field to another,
in summer, and the mockingbird
will be singing in the branches,
as usual, and the bees
will be stitching their honey—
only the mailman will be different—
his hair longer perhaps—
yet we will be here, having
learned nothing, ready
as always to begin again.
The Daisy’s Song
By Lewis Carroll
The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright—
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done—
“It’s very rude of him,” she said,
“To come and spoil the fun!”
Daisies Poem
By William Carlos Williams
I wander’d lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch’d in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.