Ice Cream ConeBy Daisy Dai Sometimes I love too deeply Forgetting love is like anice cream cone And if I squeezetoo tightly …
The Streets of New YorkBy Daisy Dai Sometimes I fantasizeabout running into you on the streets of New York. I…
Feeding TimeBy Daisy Dai Earth is a fish bowl, and we can only hope, He Remembers, to Feed Us.
Cinderella By Daisy Dai it’s midnight and i’m tired of waiting for life to begin i see prince charming racing down trying tocatch me as I run…
Pinball MachineBy Daisy Dai What happens to all the pinball machines?Some get squeezed outof a pizza parlor,parts broken with care.Some…
It’s RainingBy Daisy Dai Writing good poetry is like rain in California. Rarely does it come, but when it does, rainbows appear…
All the SoupsBy Daisy Dai It’s funny. One bowl can bring together a nation. It’s funny. The way sweet soup feels …
Time Like Water By Daisy Dai Time, like water, is a cleanser, washing away the scars.It is fluid and fleeting, slipping…
Symphony of Wetness By Daisy Dai This rain feels like a shacklearound my ankle, chaining meto my couch, making it…
Hello my field daisies! Today I wanted to talk about one of my absolute favorite poems, A Physics by Heather McHugh. To…