"primula" poems - Hello Poetry

Jumping in the blue water lilies reflection in the pond up in the sky. Lo, the punter sun peeps into the rose dew down on earth. Floating just on a navel-high! The broad daylight pictures the heavenly blue smile painting on its highwater mark. Million and one primula flower kissing this elfin column. Not up in the wild blue yonder nor down on the ground. Just on a navel high!

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Oct 27, 2018

Oct 27, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC

shofi-ahmed

Floating on a Navel High

Jumping in the blue water lilies reflection in the pond up in the sky. Lo, the punter sun peeps into the rose dew down on earth. Floating just on a navel-high! The broad daylight pictures the heavenly blue smile painting on its highwater mark. Million and one primula flower kissing this elfin column. Not up in the wild blue yonder nor down on the ground. Just on a navel high!

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If only She Knew her sheen; the luster If only She Knew her cherished soul Our wretched world therein She Existed A single promise To protect Such fragility Elegance Where the lilac Sway lazily Sharpness Quick to become ablaze But swiftly serene An enigma Sought out by many Where the greed consumes The selfishness I feel For her presence And I thank God The metaphysical For this blessing

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Nov 22, 2018

Nov 22, 2018 at 5:38 AM UTC

Zandranix

Luceat Primula

If only She Knew her sheen; the luster If only She Knew her cherished soul Our wretched world therein She Existed A single promise To protect Such fragility Elegance Where the lilac Sway lazily Sharpness Quick to become ablaze But swiftly serene An enigma Sought out by many Where the greed consumes The selfishness I feel For her presence And I thank God The metaphysical For this blessing

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KEY OF HEAVEN Here amongst Milton's Lycidas...a cowslip's skeleton pressed between its pages blossomed back in 1922 its ghost haunting the book its head bent over the line "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil." staining the word "Fame" with its own lost shadow the unknown woman in the photographs laughs at my discovering her dressed in black and white in black and white hands stuck in pockets defiantly staring back at me she more real than me the only other photo she has removed her hands from her pockets producing them like a magic trick they lay on her lap like limpid rabbits curiously alive somehow a sheen of sunlight catches her Marcel wave Petrella the photograph names her in writing as elegant as she early spring 1922. *** Key of Heaven is only one of the names for the common cowslip( Primula Veris ). It travels under other names such as cuy lippe, herb peter, paigle, peggle, key flower, fairy cups, petty mulleins, crewel, buckles, palsywort, plumrocks and tittypines. There was also a recipe for a delicious sparkling cowslip wine. Alas the book was too expensive for my means and I was more interested in the cowslip dying between Milton's lines and the woman who was Petrella back in the days of the year 19 and 22! I no longer remember how to make cowslip wine and I never did.

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Jan 8, 2019

Jan 8, 2019 at 7:38 AM UTC

donall-dempsey

KEY OF HEAVEN

KEY OF HEAVEN Here amongst Milton's Lycidas...a cowslip's skeleton pressed between its pages blossomed back in 1922 its ghost haunting the book its head bent over the line "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil." staining the word "Fame" with its own lost shadow the unknown woman in the photographs laughs at my discovering her dressed in black and white in black and white hands stuck in pockets defiantly staring back at me she more real than me the only other photo she has removed her hands from her pockets producing them like a magic trick they lay on her lap like limpid rabbits curiously alive somehow a sheen of sunlight catches her Marcel wave Petrella the photograph names her in writing as elegant as she early spring 1922. *** Key of Heaven is only one of the names for the common cowslip( Primula Veris ). It travels under other names such as cuy lippe, herb peter, paigle, peggle, key flower, fairy cups, petty mulleins, crewel, buckles, palsywort, plumrocks and tittypines. There was also a recipe for a delicious sparkling cowslip wine. Alas the book was too expensive for my means and I was more interested in the cowslip dying between Milton's lines and the woman who was Petrella back in the days of the year 19 and 22! I no longer remember how to make cowslip wine and I never did.

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Crocus will continue to wilt and Shrivel in the nursery, Its too late for the primula, necrose to clockworks decay, Ghost of baby's breath can you please tell me, What happened to your infancy?

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Dec 12, 2024

Dec 12, 2024 at 12:07 PM UTC

datura

Colourless Heliconia

Crocus will continue to wilt and Shrivel in the nursery, Its too late for the primula, necrose to clockworks decay, Ghost of baby's breath can you please tell me, What happened to your infancy?

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Subtle desperation is grimmer than snow. Wanting is gayer when wanting’s not broke. And maybe I’d fall out of practice Lull before even begun- Fester in my own private scrutiny, but at least I’m not longing for you. At least I’m not chasing the boys I’d never wanted to. At least mine is a secret cradled, nurtured, unknown, and safe.

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Jul 14, 2020

Jul 14, 2020 at 11:28 PM UTC

Acora

Primula sieboldii

Subtle desperation is grimmer than snow. Wanting is gayer when wanting’s not broke. And maybe I’d fall out of practice Lull before even begun- Fester in my own private scrutiny, but at least I’m not longing for you. At least I’m not chasing the boys I’d never wanted to. At least mine is a secret cradled, nurtured, unknown, and safe.

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