by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love, morning, peace, sun,
It is quiet now
-the sun moves up the ridge
Honey crisp scent of freedom
-hovers and engulfs the air
Pangs of pleasure peal
-the primrose bows her head
Yellow paints the morning
-the fields are all aglow
by Ink Empress |
Categories:
music,
When the sunset queen sings,
jinxed Jasmines wither, and~
primrose willows quiver,
unfurling clemency
in ivory sliver.
When the sunset queen sings,
wailing waves pause in awe
sea-fairies waltz through haze,
twirling to tuscan tunes,
flipping turmeric rays.
When the sunset queen sings,
nightingales sigh and trill,
as moon pearls soar above
cinnamon glazed ripples,
ferrying psalms of love.
When the sunset queen sings,
first star of twilight bleeds
flaming lilies of heart~
inking dusky dreamscapes
with mellifluous art.
by Race Benoit |
Categories:
irony, love,
a man and a woman
lucky in love and precious
fate walked in and kissed them both
kisses wet, sloppy, thirsty
from an unplanned tenderness
romance fluttered
love came next there was no doubt
their chemistry delicious
played one off the others substantial
in the beginning of her purring
on purpose as fate
walked them down the primrose blushing
passion concentrated and gifted
translovely dream cooing
across the abyss
separating them from their naughty
they talked of love needful
secrets were confessed fragile
vowed to leave the past behind
shredded and troubled
their bond will be sewn husky
he closes his eye tender
she holds out her attractive
together they are damaged
by Ink Empress |
Categories:
friendship,
As the sun filled the saffron skies with light,
Ebony and Ivory sparkled bright,
celebrating love beyond skin and name;
they knew not society's evil game,
sipping tea from a cup of compassion,
dressed in empathy and primrose passion.
They seized their moment in soft herbs of spring,
letting kind flavors of true friendship bring~
reasons to the table, as stars admire,
how their selfless affection does inspire,
the world to embrace sweet dreams, that glitter~
to dissolve beliefs that taste so bitter.
by Yann Rolland |
Categories:
appreciation, nature,
Human things
Are very tiring,
Pays homage to granite,
Welcomes the warmth
Of the sun that turns,
Welcomes the silence
On the pretty cemetery,
Human things
Are very tiring,
ignore young girls,
And the beautiful alexandrins,
ignores young men
The transparent glass
Filled it with cognac,
Get drunk, more often,
Of the beauty of the world,
human things
Are very tiring,
Welcome the sun
On your skin, quietly,
The birds are bright,
Human things
Are tiring,
Behold the primrose,
The golden sprig, the daffodil,
Love the silence,
Love the pink granite,
hear my deaf prayer,
Human things
Are very tiring,
Admire the primroses.
by Susan Ashley |
Categories:
appreciation, love,
Strands’ fluid strength; bliss, distress, routineness plait,
Tears multi-colored seeded, love's wisdom grows.
Esplanades calico edge Shangri-la’s gate,
Memoirs in motifs bittersweet and rainbows.
Thruway taken true.., not meandering fate.
Garden, Eden’s stroll sought, golden lit primrose,
‘I love You’ lives in amaranthine splendor;
We know love is actually... Surrender.
Susan Ashley
August 7, 2017
N/A
Contest: Love is Actually... Premiere
Sponsor: John Anderson
by Andrew Crisci |
Categories:
devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, love, nostalgia, passion, song-lyric
Almond blossom, not amaryllis...
sweetness against pridefulness.
Say it with some intense feeling...
seek that flower expressing loving.
Almond blossom or lemon blossom...
revering love with an incredible charm.
Childness must not be unfaithfulness...
feel the sublimest joy of blessedness.
There are sweet memories with a primrose...
be captivated by a cheerful, delicate pink rose.
Almond blossom over a bunch of beauties...
you wouldn't let your choice ruin possibilities.
Oh, did you forget about the white water lily?
You may need it for truthfulness and fidelity.
by Sara Kendrick |
Categories:
sea,
Dark night cool waters beckons love come forth
As its lapping echos from shore to shore
Drawing waves kiss the sand and beg for more
Come, come love, listen intently thenceforth
Black waters viewed 'pon a cloudy blue night
Seagulls, pelicans have flown away home
Oceans waves offer up varied honeycomb
Lovers have kissed again and taken flight
The heart of the sea offers its repose
Enticing addulation 'pon the waves
Short visit somehow many hearts enslaves
Calling come as waves stir evening primrose
The heart of the sea beckons juxtapose
Melancoly spirit's thoughts now oppose
Sponsor: Poetess Darkly
Contest: Heart Of The Sea
Written October 13, 2013
by Benjamin David |
Categories:
imagination, kiss, love, mirror,
As he began to kiss her, she stood in awe with the most pearly poise, mirroring the petals of a primrose that danced with an evening zephyr she once loved. Her cheeks reddened like the rose as she tasted his lips and her smile glistened with a sparkling lustre. She closed her eyes once again and approached his mouth with the most sightly smile.
As they kissed, she began to recite his poem in her heart and continued it's melody but for all eternity:
"Caressing cue in sky-lit blue
In eternal dreams I long for you
Dancing dew's red poured petal
Glancing pew as pollens soared settle"
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
lost love, nature
evening perfume
a flower blossom primrose
memory of you
Note:
Many older Japanese haiku poets wrote haiku without verbs,adverbs,adjectives ,hence my
title today.Of course they wrote in Japanese so such a theory do not always easily
cross/transfer linguistic barriers.
by Virginia Frayer |
Categories:
daughter, death, loss, love, mother, image,
Peering into the shimmering water
the image shown a reminder of her daughter
if she had only still been alive
her mother would not feel so utterly deprived
the image she sees are beautiful white wings
hope of her baby being an angel still clings
one day when death draws her ever so near
her daughter she'll join with not one ounce of fear
Tossing out daffodil's, oleander, and primrose
her feelings presented in this way surely shows
Watching the floating flowers brings peace
Allowing her grief to slowly cease
by: Virginia Frayer
by Satish Verma |
Categories:
art,
It was a slant love.
Back to back,
lips to lips.
Lethal and dark
strong yet delicate
like spider’s web.
A dark side of the moon
sending conflicting
signals to bacilli-
of dirty lane, pink
and blue. My pug
licks the toes.
The pugmark on
green body. I am now
flowering. Hydrangeas.
•
The primrose half-asleep
Calendula was burning
in veins.
Unisex. The clenched
fist of a desire. I will
not accept a half-lip.
The chaste tree was sending
a bouquet of
steaming pistils.
Where the sun will sleep
tonight ? Till the love-making
was over on tangerines.
The loose skin now
invites the red ants, crawling,
wearing your nails.
Satish Verma
by Phillip Garcia |
Categories:
children, divorce,
Before any elaborate construction
on this fit-for-a-princess-primrose-pink
trimmed treehouse occurred, an insurrection
of rooted pulp through soil submerged the link
between its waistcoat walnut foundation,
ubiquitous sleeves of deep burgundy
protruding delicate insulation,
and its genesis source of synergy -
no more than a stratified core, unhusked,
of nebulous fluff bemoaned by no queen.
But while No-Majesty is dustbin rushed
by virtues of none as well as feigned seen,
forever will be there for sprigs on the ground,
where all the love hidden from saplings abounds.
by Terry Trainor |
Categories:
spring,
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 seem as moving pictures passing by
Silence abounds except on top of the swell
Stirring by passing gusts gnarled aged trees
There rustling tops utter voices not known
Like spirits in a dream on the hill of spring
Loved in their loneliness by all that do love
Flowers dressed, colored glories to behold
by Gary Fields |
Categories:
hope, inspirational, introspection,
The avouche's in necessity
We pray at the Mass
Incessantly
They do offer sacrifice
At wedding's they offer Rice
------
Oh' is doth a place for me
For the rest of my life'
------
Will Love be there
For Eternality
For this is my life
------
The most covenant
And to this I Decree
------
And thou shall
Alway's be there
For Me
Till the end of eternality'
Beneath the Primrose Tree
My friend Jesus and Me
GF
by Stephen Parker |
Categories:
allegory,
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 pallid, stolid moonlight
With availing breeze your dreamy parasol on Cupid's wings takes flight
by Stark Hunter |
Categories:
love,
Truly I Cannot
Truly I cannot surpass
this serene soul ride with you,
your quiet-eye caresses, like petals
of the primrose, falling from calm gusts
after a rain, disclose in the stars my hand
to grasp the hidden stone contained within.
I am convinced there are steep canyons
in your soul, as I turn the brass key
to our door of private delights,
our paradise so exciting,
so shattering to the touch,
we can bear no more.
In your face there is an astonishing peace,
So intense, so fragrant of love’s perfume,
I wonder if it is possible to breathe again.
by Anisha Dutta |
Categories:
love, passion,
CRIMSON
Dear!
I kiss
lips deep, sip.
You blush crimson.
Sun turns crimson on kiss of sky at morn
Crimson passion craves, creeps on unison
Crimson primrose
shimmers in
dream of
love.
07/26/16
'All Yours' (Feb 17 ) Contest by Brian Strand
Contest 213 by Brian Strand
by Kaveesha Ruwindi |
Categories:
break up, lost love,
Down on the primrose path,
I turned to look at you,
With spring in the bloom,
flowers of love were bloomed
I kissed your primrose lips
touch felt your velvet skin
and down on the primrose path,
I swore my love to you
Down that primrose vale,
flowers stretched their petals of love
and underneath the shadowed way,
footsteps wrote the passion...
Dancing under cloud
winds waltz those days,
for that day did love flee
with spring melting in heat.
15/01/2020
Down the primrose path
contest sponsored by Edward Ibeh
fictional
by Local Order |
Categories:
fate, love, passion, sad love,
the primrose sin of long unwaxing days
hours religious as a dreidel
in near earth orbit
we pluck dry flowers
like flirting genesis
like writing the noon-day Bible
and dispel a magic
we’d long forgotten wrote.
by Liam Mcdaid |
Categories:
beauty, deep, devotion, feelings, heart, heaven, love,
A mirror view skimming over waters
When I hold you in my hands
Little flower as warmly your colour shines
Beautiful touching to the vision
Listening to the sounds of birds song enchanting the air
In a cloudy blue sky
Warm winds breathing in deeply touching breaths
I look across the water waves rippling upon the surface
Amazing grace you sit on this world throne
Softly in song sings your praise
A shrine from the mountain speaks
Envisioning a primrose warmly it surrounds
Sweet scent of heavens garden
Taking the eyes on a trip soul searching
Dreaming as I do
Of building a castle in the sky
to honour such beauty I hold it in your sunlight
by Sunlite Wanter |
Categories:
analogy, imagery,
A lovely yellow primrose
Emits perfume only God can create.
It is not angry when its thorns annoy your arms,
It is just a healing stem of summer love.
And you, a dove-white summer door
Don the rim of twilight’s bird bath,
And watch with warm and loving feelings
Under the night’s new blinking stars.
by Thembinkosi Makhanya |
Categories:
emotions, flower, heartbroken, lost love, love, sweet love,
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 pick you.
He shall give you what I couldn't give
If not ,he shall plant you
Where he picked you,
He shall show the world he failed
Dear rose I knew , hopefully
Someone has picked you ,
Picked you where a foolish
Prince left you.
By Hermit Poet
by Michael Coy |
Categories:
love hurts,
We all love love, but all agree
that friction is our enemy:
when all slides nicely, that’s the thing!
Of lubrication do I sing.
The oil of primrose, asphodel,
or axle grease, or KY Gel,
one substance that the people hunt
will always be a lubricant.
In Kokomo, Kalamazoo,
rubbing, scraping, just won’t do.
If you’re from Oshkosh or Duluth,
you know the truth – it must be smooth.
When solids meet, before, behind,
they’re bound to shudder, judder, grind.
So crush those olives, pound that seed –
the lubricant is what we need!