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Mia 2d
Oh Darling, Oh Daisy
As pretty as a pink peony,
Yet, your petals are wilting, dear,
Stems a little frail, wracked.

Oh Daisy, Oh Daisy
As sharp as a red rosy,
Yet, don’t they see, dearest,
Thorns tracing those fragile strands?

Oh Daisy, Oh Daisy
As sweet as a light *****,
Yet, don’t they see, dear?
Tears slipping, draping a silk on your chest.

Oh Daisy, Oh Daisy
As clever as late Nancy,
Yet, is your nectar still
Sweet as hot honey

Oh Daisy, Oh Daisy
Ask of the flies, just once, dear,
Do they taste the bright red
Of copper candy?

Oh Daisy, Oh Daisy
As graceful as old lacy
Do you dance, dear,
To the screams that hum a melody?

Oh Daisy, Oh Daisy
As naive as a little daisy,
Are you certain what awaits you?
Dear Daisy.
This poem is inspiried by the song Lacy by O.R though the themes are different I love the repetition she used to create a poem of my own
through the trees, can feel the breeze,
of gentle flapping of butterfly's wings,
its a sight that every child should see,
the beauty of the wonder and discover.

Timely old owls that sound you the hoot,
as gentle as a master playing of a flute,
and when the eagles soar like demons,
the kids are amazed, unlike priest's sermon.

the river flows but its the fountain,
wrap the eyes of a child's like beacon,
the most beautiful of all of nature,
they imagine treasure that's sunken,

Through the trees to mother's embrace,
two little girls remember path they traced,
sweetly hugged around their waists,
the soft saints of a mountain's grace
From my first book. Kevin who published this book curated it as well and chose this one for one of the sample poems and it was the 3rd or second one published. Lets see if these witch hunters pervert this one too by flagging it as well.
This is the poem with the picture accompanying it.
https://allpoetry.com/poem/17594515-child-s-amazement-of-nature-by-Ryan-Geoffrey-Hayward
Do shadows clash?
With a light's, oracle...?
Should we intone, the sleep of passion?
Still in a night's touch, is love a suspense of, milk?

Miracles that reach for chastity...
Have a naming game in mind, for heed
Peek, poorer for a question's vanity
Of the solace of a wish, for another wish to lead...

We are the silence, the ghost
Of a need's chance, you know
Like a sojourn, with a dread's host
The place of reason, has become a you...

Rage, rationalize this...
Quiet of subtle time, forms
A vivid accusation, has become a lover's kiss
Ready to keep it all, in the hand of norms

Breath of worth, later
The might of wishes will become a lover's fate
Now in the presence and prayers, of honor sated
By the shy sight of ingenue, will we know the blessing of a wishes privacy?
simple notion and devotion of a classic world, is smoking a cigarette...
STOP; Take your clothes off, it'll be okay, I swear, I'll climb on top
DROP; I don't want to get naked, I'm innocent! I refuse, please stop!
& ROLL; No one will believe you, you're too young;
And they will look at me and think "he's way too old"

STOP; Do as your told and none of this will hurt; I'll be gentle, now get on top
DROP; I don't want to be under you, I don't want to be above you, please, stop!
& ROLL; DO AS YOU'RE TOLD LITTLE GIRL, I'll treat your body like a piece of gold
None of it will hurt if you just obey! But I don't want to be on your pole!

STOP; STOP FUSSING, turn around and lay on your stomach;
Take your shorts and pull them down, if I do it, I won't stop
DROP; Why are you doing this to me?? What did I do to deserve this? PLEASE STOP!!
&ROll; I'm getting sick and tired of listening to you cry and whine,
So shut up and do as you're told!

Been through this with so many different men, I swear they're all the same
I told people, but no one listened because I was too scared to give up their names
So now, I suffer with complex ptsd, and undiagnosed adult ADHD
nightmares that wake me up and cause severe social anxiety,
Forever broken, forever wounded, never healing, forever ******* up mentally
I became an addict for the longest time because of this abuse, especially sexually
I was self harming, trying to overdose, trying to run away;
But with nowhere to run, and no one to tell,
because no one believed anything I had to say

I'm healing now but only as a recovering addict
I turned lesbian for a while and that only covered up the pain
With a woman I really didn't know who she was, pretending with a smile
Swore to myself that I was done and over anything or anyone with a ****!
But here I am, finding myself loving someone who took me away from all this
Someone who treats me like the person I deserve to be, the person I need to be
So how come I'm trapped in this mental spiral of all my wrong doings?
Of all my past relationships and all my past abusers?
They wreck havoc in my mind like the sinking titanic ship
Oh god, those nights where I just wanted to hang myself with my very own whip

STOP; Don't let anyone take control over you! SCREAM AND SHOUT STOP!!
DROP; Don't let someone tell you that it's okay, it's normal, it's fun,
KICK THEM SQUARE IN THEIR NUTS AND RUN WHILE YELLING HELP HELP HELP!!
GET THIS MAN AWAY FROM ME AND MAKE HIM STOP!!
& ROLL; NEVER ONCE AGAIN WILL I BE HUSHED, SHUSHED, OR THREATENED NOT TO TELL,
Because everything that's in the dark eventually comes to light,
and that will be the day that these stories come out and are told!!



Stephanie A. Ludwig
04/18/2025
domestic violence, ****** abuse, and abuse in all aspects warrior and survivor here. this was extremely hard for me to get out in words.
Nebylla Apr 18
Mama told me we're just playing hide and seek
with men pretending they're police. I love to play
hide and seek. Don't you too?

We are hiding in my neighbour's closet and
I'm giggling. My mama holds her hand over
both our mouths. I and my

mama sit together quietly but I
am hearing grown-ups yell outside. I ask my
Mama why? No reply.

Then I heard a man and mama's face was ice.
He sounded very angry and he asked me where
we are hid. Then I jumped,

yelled at him: peekaboo!

Now it's my story – and others – you read on the news,
hidden by the oversaturated, gold photo
of the front-man; my miserable life made by him
Written April 2025,
just a first draft, will probably fix it one day.
Based loosely on a story I heard from a friend in the US
Rey Apr 15
Wagging your tail around you saw something pretty and wanted it. It had feathers that let the sun shine off them reflecting into your eyes.

You chased it wanting the pretty thing

You caught it pouncing the ground in pleasure

Your jaws tighten on it to secure your new catch

But it wasn't yours

And it never was to begin with

You never meant to hurt it

But you did.

You set it down gently, the pleased feeling stopped short with disgust in yourself

Now it's gone, never to fly around and have the light glimmer off it, never to flap about with it's flock again.

Gone forever because you wanted that pretty thing and were so foolish you let it disappear forever never to be free again

Only thing left of it is the blood of guilt on your jaws left to sink in as your jaws did to the pretty thing.
kim Apr 15
The smell of fresh oranges
Hit my nose
I look down
You pick and pull at the peel

The underside of your fingernails
Have residue
As you poked and stabbed
At the pure fruit

Sweet juice drips down your hand
You move your head down
And lick it up
Your unhesitant lick sends shivers down my spine

You see me starring from above
My face of utter disgust
As blood drips down my thighs
And I lay paralyzed.
Give me your thoughts. Have a good day :)
Maryann I Apr 15
The world begins in whispers,
a hush of dew across the blades,
soft-footed clouds curling above
a sky too shy to burn.

Dandelions hold their breath,
drifting wishes in golden pause,
while robins hum lullabies
to the waking hush of trees.

In this untouched hour,
the wind plays only gentle games,
skipping stones across the lake,
never daring to ripple the still.

There is no urgency here,
only the quiet kindness of time,
the sleepy smiles of sunbeams,
and the innocence of the world
before it remembers to rush.

Aisha Karden Apr 11
Refuse surrender to tender milk. So force me to torturously stare deep within your yearning eyes- betray me with saliva once mine as it aches for a lullaby, then beg me to drown you in lust and fill your dripping dew with a hollow bliss.
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