Primeval Poems - Poems about Primeval

from primeval times traces dry leaves, love petals my autumns life passed...

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I seek the light, primeval, the one I know is not mine because my prism light does not lighten my darkness...!...

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It looks so sweet,a pity it wasn't sung Is there hope for what future may hold? For faces I had thought we're gay I saw were lined with care Life unbelievably was clear And vividly was clear My lord,where shall I place my bribe? Then society cheats itself Billions lost publicly Big brains lynched Commoners suffer the wrath of the mighty Failure justified What kind of times...

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oh wrap me close dear jungle deep, with fronds and fruits entwined and hold me to your ancient emerald breast - I long to hear those thrums within, the pulse of thickets vined and feel your misty essence fill my chest oh let your...

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The length of days that stretches ahead promises me again a skyey breadth, a watery and windy primeval union of the Earth and the Sky. In their dark depths and heady heights, there I swim, ...

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I`ve seen them dance with Dodos at dawn and slide down curves of a mammoth's tusk to swim in the midst of creation`s spawn, then define the gloaming and name it dusk. I`ve seen them skate on the scalp of pluto and confirm that saturn's rings are of ice; then suspect all planets like games of Cluedo: The who dunnit query of...

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A seed is sown, begins life impromptu, with nurture from our rich and fertile Earth. It sprouts with life to make a grand debut; pursues a plan for fullness, height, and girth. A sapling soon, unhindered at the start, limbs stretching up and out with room to spare, to soon become a complex work of art enmeshed and blended with the others...

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Surrounded in primeval wood, In awe of fern, and flower-- I attempted to delay the night By lengthening the hour. That day might last a minute more, Till my pondering was done-- Delaying, and for beauty's sake, The setting of the sun....

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Not solitude But loneliness make sweet the harvest Of God's attention The sundering of rib and breast The grand ovation And then the sudden shift To hide behind a leaf The constant surging of eternal grief....

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...unseen otherwise, burn and chill primeval eyes between fire and ice......

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