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Primrose Writes

Poetry, Prose and Personal Growth

Journal

Rewriting Your Story: Building Confidence Through Writing

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The Lies you Told
Poetry

The lies You Told – A Pantoum Poem

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Broken picture frame of mom, dad and child
Poetry

Being a Family Was Never Our Thing – Pantoum Poem

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Stars that shine high in the sky hear my prayer and grant my wish tonight I have struggled to find the words to express how your beauty cast shadows in my sight wondering on a path that leads nowhere right sacrificing my joy and passion to see the warm glow of your shine, hindering my light, my happiness, and my peace Stars that shine with a heavenly light I fall apart in the presence of your grace as I hold my head up dancing in the shadows of my dreams, hoping this path leads me to where I want to be Stars that shine celestially enlighten my soul, my heart, and my thoughts I'm struggling to stay afloat as the waves of the sea try to swallow me whole finding it hard to see the shore no lifeguard in sight is all hope lost? Stars that radiate in the night sky please grant my wish tonight I wish to have peace in my heart a love in my walk words that soothe instead of hurt I wish to be the girl who dreams upon a star who finds joy in the little things I want my arms to be a home to myself and not a stranger smothering me whole Stars that shine in the vast darkness overhead scatter dust on this path, illuminated by a faint light be a beacon as I sail through this storm of life cradle my soul in your arms and guide me to the place called “home”
Poetry

Stars That Shine: A Poetic Home in the Darkness

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Same passion, New Vision
Journal

Same Passion, New Vision: The Evolution of Primrose Writes

PrimroseUpdated on March 6, 2025March 6, 2025Leave a Comment on Same Passion, New Vision: The Evolution of Primrose Writes

Although much time has passed, I’m thrilled and scared to announce that Primrose Writes is being reborn.I have missed this space dearly.

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As theseasons change poem
Poetry

As the Seasons Change: A Poetic Reflection on Hope and Growth

PrimroseUpdated on March 8, 2025March 4, 2025Leave a Comment on As the Seasons Change: A Poetic Reflection on Hope and Growth

As the Seasons change…there shines a faint but radiant light / seeping in through the cracks / finding its place amongst the darkness / making itself a home

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Hope and Strength: Finding the courage to start over
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Hope and Strength: How to Find the Courage to Start Over

PrimroseUpdated on March 6, 2025March 4, 2025Leave a Comment on Hope and Strength: How to Find the Courage to Start Over

Even though I knew everything I did mattered, inside I felt small and insignificant. Hope isn’t about ignoring the pain…

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Primrose

Mom. Wife. Poet. Music and book lover. A bit depressed and socially awkward.

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If you cannot be a poet, be the poem. - David Carradine

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A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep. -Salman Rushdie
What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals pro What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music. -Soren Kierkegaard
My role in society, or any artist's or poet's role My role in society, or any artist's or poet's role, is to try and express what we all feel. Not to tell people how to feel. Not as a preacher, not as a leader, but as a reflection of us all. -John Lennon
If you cannot be a poet, be the poem. If you cannot be a poet, be the poem.
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