Daisies are my Favorite

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Definitely a new type of poem for me. :)
And I'm trying to use more punctuation. Did I overdo it?



Daisies:
The musical flowers
Have always been my favorite,
Because they tell me if you love me.

With each smiling little petal
I get closer to my secret answer,
And as they’re whisked off by the wind
My hand trembles in a gentle anticipation.

I have to play again and doublecheck-
it’s just what you do;
And another blushing daisy succumbs to my curious nature,
Petals plucked with an anxious finger.

The answer changes every time,
And I have to wonder when I’m through
How you can dance so fluidly
To and from fidelity.




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This was an okay poem I did not feel it much at all though, try helping the reader see what you are seeing, we cannot see inside your head (: Take note to this: whenever you write and you write for yourself no imagery is still bad, you want to paint a picture for your poem, not just write down and be done with it. Well I don't have much else to saw about this. Keep Writing!

-M.
Pain is beautiful, when you feel pain you know you're alive. -Criss Angel




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Being a guy, I don't normally use the word "cute," but that was really cute and playful and clever and I liked it. I would suggest using another word to describe the flowers at first: something other than "musical." I'd also make the same suggestion regarding the epitaph for the petals: something a little more descriptive or expressive, I would say, than "smiling little." All in all: Good work.
There's no rain there's no me, I'm tellin' ya man sure as shit. - From Poem by Jack Kerouac




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I thought it was a pretty good poem, the imagery was subtle but the emotion was definitely tangible.



We are not to simply bandage the wounds of victims beneath the wheels of injustice, we are to drive a spoke into the wheel itself.
— Dietrich Bonhoeffer