Primrose Poems - Poems about Primrose

Pain sat in my chest all winter. I tore it open— primrose petals burst from my rib cage....

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These are modern English translations of ancient Middle English poems. The Maiden Lay in the Wilds circa the 14th century loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The maiden in the moor lay, in the moor lay; seven nights full, seven nights full, the maiden in the moor lay, in the moor lay, seven nights full and a day. Sweet was her meat. But what was her...

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In the valley of violin vines, when the saffron sun ascends, and crooning clouds drift in mulberry cadence, I let my quivering quill harmonize mystical moonbeams splattered across hushed horizons~ with sparkling strings of stardust, as ink paints a panorama...

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citrine shine petals competes to bloom first in spring --- shuns by the sun taunts perennial smile brim fills from roots to the bloom --- flips like frills of frocks 16 February 2023...

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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...

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To A Primrose Dear rose I knew, This message is to you, Forgive me for not saying I do, But the truth is I do. I too make some mistakes, This is letter I wrote About feelings I never spoke, This heart of mine forever leak, Pouring blood like a plugged vain, Blood of a lost flower like you. Bloom I say , for some will...

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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...

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hampstead and the city - as if sketched on primed white canvas appeared from on that bench divorced from time and standing still. a london without colour - ashen, silent, lying distant seemed subdued beneath the heat haze hanging down from primrose hill....

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On reflection, I find myself within these walls for having played the game of mans false testimony, I chose to take the blame. I asked a great teacher, one of so many, to share with me their love, and all the Angels, good and bad flocked from above. We battled night and day" don't cry...

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Dance Primrose Path Dance merrily down pretty Primrose Path find hidden treasures a soul must have Throw caution on backs of butterfly wings fly off to where bluebirds sweetly sing. Primroses, charming dainty little things one of the first harbingers of spring Adorning the lanes and woods gracefully spellbinding beauteous scenery. Suffering loneliness, regret or pain dancing aids you to feel whole again Dancing on...

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Life, ne'er the primrose path of dalliance for me (and in league with this shady world), like the accused who has no innocence, fleeced me as my tribulations unfurled; deprived and in disgrace with Fortune's eyes, with all hope lost and none at...

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PRINCESS ON PRIMROSE PATH I walked with you hand in hand. Sudden storm enchanted us dropping hails in showers. ...

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Down the Primrose Path Beautiful and pleasant summer evening away from the madness among the yawing breath of brilliant sunset. Slow ease moving lilac mood of twilight, welcomes me dreaming. Lost in my steps, neglecting to listen to my inner wisdom, knowing the view. I had walked through mingling...

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When stillness lies unbroken my heart dreams of timeless peace. My poems do not reckon or discern that peace may cease. With a heavy hand moonlight draws for me pictures of placid accord. New days will dawn and bring heartbreak; a poet's heart is tied to time's cord. I'll watch the summer sky explode without concern for what the near future holds, no...

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Sway my heart in your reveling sight Waltz your way in the dream of night But beware of the dancing neon signs What lures you in is the curse of plight There’s a crafty face on devil’s door And a mighty beast is howling a roar There’s happy smile on clamor of yore And a disguise waiting to settle a score Some that...

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