Primroses Poems - Poems about Primroses

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...

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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...

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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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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...

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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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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...

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