Best Primrose Poems

 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 
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I wanna be
the mild fragrance
of an evening primrose
gentle and sweet
beneath your sheet
Cluster of petals
which bloom
pink blossoms
to wither softly
into your sleep

Tell me...
What is the colour
of your night ?
Do  you need me
by your side?

Let your window
slightly open
Call the wind 
to breeze me in
Let your candle
slowly burning
Feel...

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Feel gaiety ...
the energy
Rest a little ...
watch and listen
Follow the path
a cradle ...
of flowers ...
Oh my ...
Primrose Crown

The old table
with injuries
and weaknesses
invites to dinner ...
The finest porcelain
beautiful crystal glass
kissed by your lips
Oh my ...
Primrose Beads

Not alone ...
the dear buds ...
fullness to women's skin
fertility ...
harmony ...
uncovered...

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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.

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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...

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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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 I wanna be the mild fragrance of an evening primrose
gentle and sweet beneath your sheets
Cluster of petals which bloom pink blossoms
to wither softly into your sleep

Tell me...What is the colour of your night
Do you need me by your side?

Leave your window slightly open
Call the...

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I met Primrose as two of four unacquainted friends who were lurking around in a young widow’s house,
Doing whatever we could to help the children, and the mama get ready for their daddy’s funeral.
The four of us stayed for two and a half days, and...

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They say this path is dangerous -
but oh, how beautiful it seems,
with dew-kissed flowers strewn about -
reflections of my sweetest dreams.

I think I took this path before,
and though it brought me pain,
such wonderment I there beheld.
Perhaps I'll go down it again.

Oh, should I go? The...

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Midnight solstice sway
Cream shade ballasting night, day
Darkness eclipses...

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A mount of spring with a long gentle swell
Adorned in morning freshness is upon thee
On this green heath verdant primrose spread
The early blooms of heaven slumber in mist
A slight gale drives the white vapors away
Revealing sudden gleaming opening vista’s
Of blossomed hedges, now seen, now lost

They...

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A sapling restrained from its dirt prison
Wanting to sail across the vast seas
Yearning for liberation

Rain brew in the mighty sky
The little sapling endured valiantly
The sporadic growth of the sapling now on tie

Tempest devoured by the radiant sun
Absorbing nutrients from the sun’s jubilance
The days till maturity...

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Love blossomed in the darkest night
Morn's gilding beams to spite
Night Primrose preened by tender blight
Sphinx moth soft tips caress; sugary nectar slight
Perfumed aroma doth prating, intoxicated courtier incite
Glazed petals with dewy fans stream delight
Golden cup a succoring bosom from which passions alight 
Delicate, cream veil eclipses...

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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...

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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...

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