Primroses Poems - Poems about Primroses

...I was a competent, happy housewife, but that was before my husband died, Leaving me to rear myriad children solo, as the lone star twinkles with pride. John had left us a prosperous farm,......Read the rest...

... "The Pages" Missing all those years like a page you could turn, a book you could throw casually aside, to be eternally forgotten in electric shady libraries; at som......Read the rest...

... 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, daffodi......Read the rest...

...There are things, Gaëlle, that are pretty good Say hello to her mom every day, Say hello to the nice weather vane, Listen to the trains in the countryside, There are things Gaëlle, that are so ......Read the rest...

...How long will it take you, poet? To understand that poetry does not replace love? To understand, that everyone eventually falls out of their chair? How long will it take you, poet? To cross t......Read the rest...

...Love is a blank canvas, a phantasmagoric fantasy, to pucker up with glossy lips, the subtle soft brush against the opposite sex, with eye-shades drawn. Love doesn’t know the body yet, still sizi......Read the rest...

...When accidental auroras stroll along the pale highlights of camouflaging corpses and death blossoms in vulturous hearts of dreadful puppets, she always holds pixie dusts of strawberry s......Read the rest...

...Blue faded. The same horizon, the same clouds changed by brushes from an impressionist painter. The lavender sky blushes and the crest of the cheery trees beams as the wind hums, enticing belat......Read the rest...

...I was a dedicated, expert arborist, bringing joy and comfort to shady spaces, As mountains give cool joy to blooms, in butterscotch afternoon's last traces. A love of trees grew in youth, when cl......Read the rest...

...Spring What does spring mean to me? the shedding of winter’s coats. Scarves and obnoxious hats Freedom, to breathe god’s air. New life; new-born lambs gambolling along, nuzzle mums' milk The......Read the rest...

...You can’t lie To a sweet lyre bird, You can’t lie At a small primrose, Nor to a young Clarisse, No one will lie, Or a lying cat, You can’t lie to me, You can’t lie to me, To a white ro......Read the rest...

...At first sight, I miss God, When I think of my father, Of the primroses in bloom, When I feed the blinding sun, Drying up, all the rivers. I miss God, When I don’t understand The purity of ......Read the rest...

... forever memories of the house where I was born and the window in my room where the sun came creeping in each morn I can see mother's garden of flowers heavenly spu......Read the rest...

...Skies bring happy tidings; Hear peals of thunder "clap"! Lightning brings great illumination with no gap; Why should barren clouds move with no torrential pour? It's, thus, when my soul thinks, ......Read the rest...

...Blest by God* with Spring glow nature nurtures blossoms beauteous primroses lungworts, heathers, foxgloves and gorgeous crocuses. Blest by God with Spring glow radiant blooms prevail ......Read the rest...