Cotton Poems - Poems about Cotton

...RAVEN AND WREN As the world wakes up To the sun’s gentle rays of light Frozen memories melt and flow Penetrate but do not satiate Moments of insipid sight A scenery of incessant delight As ......Read the rest...

...PENKNOB: Is our household word that my kids euphemistically created of the two phrases that I purposely refrained its actual pronunciation by slurring PENKNOB: Phrase #1. Hands-Off/or don'......Read the rest...

...A cotton castle hangs in boundless blue, No fleeting wisp, but cradle vast and soft, A mother's touch, where weary hearts find rest. Her downy cloak enfolds the world in sleep, Forgotten memories......Read the rest...

...There’s nothing to mourn about death, any more than the blooming of a rose, What’s truly terrible isn’t death, but the lives that are wasted. People lose their essence in the abyss of forgetfulness......Read the rest...

...I inherited the earth on a Monday By Tuesday evening I had fixed it So everyone knew how to speak a common language Everyone was talking to their neighbors. A great start I thought. By Wednesd......Read the rest...

... On the edge of a luminescent hillside I lay belly down gazing at the horizon Waiting patiently w......Read the rest...

...During finals week, I’d spent days on various reports and papers, scribbling in the margins of notes and books, checking facts, revising flashcards and prepping with friends. I’ve an unshakable faith......Read the rest...

...I am on a train above the clouds, a wondrous scene, No panic stirred, just enchantment filled the air serene. Faces, familiar yet strange, in clownish attire, A vintage dream train, stoked with ch......Read the rest...

.... hear that 'twuz the raw cotton 'bout mine sheath slid'n off slip'n on hern naked the tide splash 'tiz windy......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ cotton candy clouds sky fills with pencil images the pages turn quickly......Read the rest...

...,,Just a nap in noon I'll take", I always say in sudden, Since my eyes have already rotten, and my breath's beat forgotten. My clothes full of cotton, sadly the Fabric foresworn, of all the......Read the rest...

...The beckoning call of the Nightingale Like the whistle of wind in a sail Arrives on a spring days tail And nestles like a cotton ball Inside a trees hidden cloud The hatchlings are so loud Bum......Read the rest...

...Busy time very frustrating watching my husband and ciro gargano go over the blue prints over and over again during the 1984 elections for lake county Daniel Furlan Bobby Thompson Ernest Fishe......Read the rest...

...Cotton is picked before cloth is made Footings poured to support the stage Laws enacted before crimes take place Love embracing — for hearts to break (Septa Train 30th Street: April, 2024......Read the rest...

.... i felt like the thief tonight slipping from yourn length your silk sheen suit body az did night ‘for......Read the rest...