Best Primroses Poems
I could stay for hours under the sun
to contemplate bouquets of primroses,
to listen to the buzzing of insects,
To contemplate their petals, the shape of hearts,
I could stay for hours if no one comes,
to absorb the happiness of such delicate flowers,
Ah, wasting your time is always winning it,
Wasting your time, it’s an art, it’s a work,
It takes the help of God and wild nature,
To understand the soul of things, symbols,
I could stay for hours in the sun.
Contemplating primrose bouquets.
Je pourrais rester des heures sous le soleil
à contempler des bouquets de primevères,
à écouter le bourdonnement des insectes,
à contempler leurs pétales en forme de cœur,
Je pourrais rester des heures si nul ne vient,
à absorber le bonheur des fleurs si délicates,
Ah, perdre son temps, c’est toujours le gagner,
Perdre son temps , c’est un art, c’est une œuvre,
Il faut l’aide de Dieu et de la nature sauvage,
Pour comprendre l’âme des choses, des symboles,
Je pourrais rester des heures sous le soleil.
À contempler des bouquets de primevères.
vibrant primroses
in countless arresting shades
bring back the glad smiles
sunshine symphonies
in fields, beds and flowerpots
rhapsodic summer
fragrance from a dream
dreamt in the heart of winter
under the pearl moon
teeming colors mass
for a doomed beauty contest
baffling all judges
Our paths converged at the dawn of a day
When love was young and the primroses graced
A quiet grove in the care of a fey;
On that morn, my young heart knew no haste.
We laughed and kissed in the gardens, unseen,
Where Jove and Mars on their pedestals stood
Firm watch far above, by the green
And luxurious spread of the wood.
So long ago was all this, and I sigh
As time invites me to visit anew
The sleepy fountains and tries to deny
That your days in my arms were so few.
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Bright cerulean sky
Bathes the meadow in light
Beauty becomes alive
Elusive wild primrose
Hard winter survived.
Bright cerulean sky
Reflects perfect spring day
Searching for miracle
With joy I find primrose
Time to wax lyrical.
Bright cerulean sky
Yellow petals glowing
Sublime mother nature's
Posy of primroses
Delightful spring pleasure.
Bright cerulean sky
Blessed wonderful day
Enthused with primrose charm
Green meadow perfection
Feelings tempered with calm.
Pixabay Image by MrGajowy3
Such delicate flowers, perfectly perfumed.
Yet brave enough to stick the sting in the air.
You take me back to the 'high fields' of my childhood, away from County Kildare.
As a child, I would pull the short stems to make a fistful,
Then smell the little bouquet in my hand.
Breathing in the pure, fresh, delicate scent.
That wafted from the petals and the land.
And off I'd run, back down the boreen,
To place my primroses on the May altar my father had made.
Those precious primroses, ever so gentle,
Abundant in the hedges in Kildare.
Spring is painted the most vibrant yellow
Magical blooms unfurl to our delight
After harsh winter months, all is mellow
Nature created such beautiful sight.
Along hedgerows, daffodils unfold
Yellow primroses raise their dainty head
Yonder on hillside gorse glowing so gold
Tapestry woven of magical thread.
For love of spring is imbued in us all
Temperate atmosphere gives pure delight
Mesmerised entirely in love we fall
Like lovers entwined on a perfect night.
Spring painted in so many yellow shades
Our hearts are full at enthralling cascade.