Best Cottony Poems
Like you ...
I dream of drifting away on a sunny day
high above the cottony stuffed clouds
I'll glide erasing all the hurtful feeling inside
a season of fear will somehow disappear
and I'll be free ...like you... you see
Crazy you say ...
My dream with Prince Charming happy endings
filling out candy corn fields of sugary substance
not slowing down to lick the wounds of old
I'm told too bold to wallow in the worries
that others have laid down at the foot of empty
Like you...
Love dances off the lashes longing to look
past the surface wiped down with yesterday's
cloth soaked in the tears of disgust crying out
to be held at bay where the footprints have
walked into the kiss of tomorrow's setting sun
Categories:
cottony, art, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
Against the velvet canvas of night the downy snow falls all around me.
Silence deafening,falling upon my ears in this winter wonderland I see.
The chill of winters breath places it's kiss upon rose petal skin so light.
Whilst I stand 'neath tiny flakes and behold this magnificent sight.
I adore the silence of this winter wonderland that only my soul does know.
As I walk by crystal streams that flow dotted white with cottony snow.
Oh the heavenly peace that encompasses my soul this wintry night.
As the snow glistens and sparkles under the soft glow of moonlight.
I stand awestruck as I gaze upon snow covered emerald pine.
Dusted in winters frosty touch so heavenly sublime.
God placed a love of winters beauty within my lil' ol' country heart.
Soft memories of this wonderland from my mind will never part.
Categories:
cottony, beauty, nature, snow,
Form:
Couplet
Memories of the sea wash over me
on days when clouds are drifting cottony
above my head through placid azure sky.
Such images flit like a butterfly
across my mind; I seize them gratefully!
They bring with them sweet thoughts of family
and times of which I now can testify
flowed out like tides to leave me by and by. . .
memories of the sea.
How young we were in days so summery!
Through waves we leapt, expending energy.
Sated, we lay sunning on the beach to dry,
till sunlight - like our youth - sank down to die.
But I will keep for an eternity
memories of the sea.
Categories:
cottony, childhood, sea,
Form:
Rondeau
Where mountains fade to valley shade
And trees give way to meadow's blade
Cottony cattail, wild lilies teem
Obscuring an enchanted stream
Tis there amongst the grassland rue
This tiny fairy village grew
I will not say just where they stay
And risk perchance they fly away
It was by chance or happenstance
We crashed a friendly fairy dance
We got derailed and left the trail
Looking for some swallowtails
Can you imagine our surprise
Fairies dancing with butterflies
They welcomed us and made a fuss
We danced with them and gained their trust
Our day was done, we'd had our fun
We said "goodbye" thanked every one
Then headed back to find our trail
Took home with us, this fairy tale.
Categories:
cottony, fairy, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
When God said, "Let there be light,"
Nature obliged, with the Sun.
And in the farthest fringes
of deep space; galaxies spun.
Ethereal rays of light;
imbue magic to the day.
And color cottony clouds;
when Dawn chases Night away.
The Sun's coronal aura;
harbors hope's eternal spark.
And illuminates the sky;
shooting sunbeams in the dark.
Darkness is forged from shadows;
where nothing's quite what it seems.
And yesterday's promises;
where scribbled on dying dreams.
You are a creature of light;
that's why you love it so much.
And when Sol caresses you;
your heart revels in His touch.
Categories:
cottony, beautiful, faith, fantasy, imagery,
Form:
Quatrain
I'm dreaming dandelion dreams,
afloat on a sea of yellow.
And I feel buoyant as a cloud,
drifting on the fringes of sleep.
Sol rises, his gold chariot
igniting the horizon's edge.
And slowly ascends, vanquishing
the last vestiges of the night.
Dawn's first glimmer of golden light
dissolves ebony silhouettes.
And arouses sleepy shadows,
yawning and stretching into shape.
Blue tints, ink, an absorbent sky,
dappled with white cottony clouds.
And Starlings squabble in the trees;
as foxes forage far below.
Sunrise heralds the birth of day;
with a symphony of color.
And like every true masterpiece,
it's spectacularly unique.
Categories:
cottony, beauty, day, imagery, nature,
Form:
Blank verse
Calm appears following a ferocious storm
As clouds turn marshmallow white again,
In the stillness, nature returns to a norm.
Drifting across patches of deep blue sky
The clouds resume their cottony shapes
As we observe them lazily passing by.
Our souls are soothed by the silence,
Following the loud thunder and lightning,
As clouds take up a slow, steady cadence.
POEM OF THE DAY
Poetry Soup, August 15, 2021
written August 14, 2021
#60 on Best 100 Poems for August, 2021
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#57 on Best 100 Poems for September, 2021
Categories:
cottony, nature, silence, sky, storm,
Form:
Rhyme
Glorious hues arise from halo of morning sky
As dreamy eyes take me on a wondrous ride
Where cottony clouds scatter layers of purple
Adorning with shades of heliotrope flowers.
On my ride I visualize a celestial place on earth
Hearing fairy tales from fabled views unfolding,
And I ask my yawning bushes to vacate at once
So I can plant my lilac garden in sunrise colors.
Mesmerized by purple cues in orchid motifs
My day traversed gaily in enchanting overtones,
When clouds spewing gray darkened my show
Blocking twilight from glistening reddish glow.
Having lost sunrise, I hang on to sinking sunset
Assured by its scenic prowess I build my place
Near the lone lamp on street that is yet to be lit
Yearning for vistas of my daydream to repeat.
My place now occupies best of both worlds
Rising with mornings and setting with evenings,
Mimicking splendid hues of evocative contexts
Adoring fervent daybreaks and dreamy sunsets.
February 15, 2018
First Place:Sunrise and sunset contest by Silent One
Also placed first in ultimate 2018 contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
cottony, nature, sunset, sunshine,
Form:
Free verse
Ice crystal contrails cerulean skies crisscross,
Grazing the wispy clouds of cottony linens
Like smooth white, waxy strings of dental floss
Strung out high above these heavenly denizens.
Grazing the wispy clouds of cottony linens
Are they playing war games above the peace?
Strung out high above these heavenly denizens
Are they from earthly tensions finding release?
Are they playing war games above the peace?
These high-flying aerial jockeys of daring feat
Are they from earthly tensions finding release?
They soar through the heavens without defeat.
These high-flying aerial jockeys of daring feat
Top guns rehearsing for battles they must abhor,
They soar through the heavens without defeat
Ever testing, faster, never enough, always more.
Top guns rehearsing for battles they must abhor
Keenly aware of the vital defense roles they play
Ever testing, faster, never enough, always more
Their high-flying antics are de rigueur for the day.
Keenly aware of the vital defense roles they play
Like smooth white, waxy strings of dental floss
Their high-flying antics are de rigueur for the day,
Ice crystal contrails cerulean skies crisscross.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Submitted to "Pantoum - Old or New" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
SECOND PLACE WINNER
Written May 29, 2022
Submitted to "Flight Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
#12 on BEST NEW POEMS LIST
June 10, 2022
Submitted to "Marathon Contest Mile 3"
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Categories:
cottony, courage, flying, sky,
Form:
Pantoum
Whining, it happens when blizzards come calling
Grabbing a jacket I walk down the stairs
Beside the window where winter is lurking
Waiting about as if nobody cares
Coating the trees with a cottony fabric
Not quite as warm as the heater detects
Here in the handbook of problems and answers
Only for masters to come and inspect
Grabbing a scarf from a shelf in the corner
Pouring a cup just to dance in its steam
Maybe some sugar so life can be sweeter
And just a dash of your half and half cream
Kicking the mud from the boots made of rubber
Purchased on sale at a shop on the beach
Next to the flip flops and lotion dispenser
Low to the ground and so easy to reach
Those were the days when the sun wasn’t hidden
Blanketed white like a sheet on a rope
Held up by clothespins of wooden construction
Seeking a breeze with the fresh scent of soap
Shoveling sidewalks and not chasing seashells
Feeling the cold as it bites through your skin
Running a faucet to thaw every finger
When will it be time for all this to end
I guess I will go out and trudge through the weather
Deal with the snowflakes, the slush and the sleet
Before too long I’ll be sweating the summer
Probably whining about all the heat
Categories:
cottony, fun, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
Our grandson who has Huntington's Disease has been going to physical therapy for a couple of months now at our local hospital. Huntington's Disease is an inherited brain disease that came from his father's side of the family but it can crop up in families where it has never been before. The disease is an abnormality on the DNA with too many repeats on the CAG which causes a problem with the protein gluten. It causes a condition called chorea which is only a small part of the illness.
worker repairs glass
second floor hospital room....
falling, falling tool
The illness causes many personality/cognitive/emotional problems as brain cells are no longer able to function normally. The person gets in trouble with the law sometimes because they try to self-medicate their illness. They have trouble sleeping, handling their emotions, and that is only to name a few things.
daredevil chances life
each minute upon the rungs....
pink crepe myrtle blooms
He is somewhat like the worker upon the ladder's rungs each second of the day his life is in danger. We never know what reaction he will have to anything. His chorea is gradually, slowly getting worse plus he has some rigidity which is uncomfortable for him.
second ladder up
eighteen inches higher....
blue skies reflected
The reflective glass of the hospital displays a beautiful scene. Verdant leaves of the great thicket of oaks is reflected in the glass. It seems they are high up in the puffy cottony clouds which are seen in the glass. Such a placid scene which helps me to relax a little.
will the worker fall
from higher orange ladder....
a swift prayer said
Will there be a treatment or cure in time to help our grandson?
Categories:
cottony, life,
Form:
Haibun
From an aerial view, the sight of a beautiful red train
chugging along down the railway track
takes my breath away;
One moment I am watching a funnel shaped smoke stack sending puffs,
up towards the white cottony clouds then disappearing,
and the next I am hearing the sound of a whistle blowing.
A melodious voice is heard as a conductor enounces,
"tickets please,"
Out of my pocket I produce an admission ticket
that was long overdue ...
With one cotton white glove he presses the ticket
between his fingers then holds it up to his gold monocle and smiles ,
"welcome aboard then !"
He traipses over to supposedly important passengers that I cannot see
and leaves me sitting there, wondering about our destination.
How I got so lucky as to enter this magical snow train I have no idea,
but the scent of this leathery Kirlian man, still clings to my thoughts
like a revenant moment from a long forgotten past.
To Be Continued...
Categories:
cottony, appreciation, fantasy, farewell, forgiveness,
Form:
Narrative
Fog has shrouded the yard and house
Yet the sun tries to shed its golden light
It is so beautiful this morning
The shroud is low but above
Is this glorious sky blue sky
With polka-dotted cottony clouds
With the light of the sun radiating outward
I can not see the trees across the road
Nor the short distance to creek
However I know that they are there
Even in my inability to see them
I feel this awe inspiring Spirit come over
I am in the presence of the Spirit
I can feel him surround me
The roosters still welcome the sun
A few birds sing in the still and damp
The crows are calling for their flock to come
Dine on the early worms and bugs
The Prairie Sunflower just radiates
Its golden yellow for me to enjoy
I am so glad that I was allowed
To have this flower in my yard
A pear just fell from the tree
Reminding me that fall is here
The coolness in the air is wonderful
Thank you for this day
Categories:
cottony, faith, imagination, inspirational, introspectionme,
Form:
Free verse
Soft blue wind blows cottony clouds
In them I look for beloved’s face
Love never dies but bodies transition
Energy from one place to the unknown
Never can say goodbye
Cherish the memories and laughter
Even when the silence is so loud
Categories:
cottony, angst, bereavement, blue, death,
Form:
Acrostic
Crisp…Crisp the night!
‘Pon cheeks as white as snow
Crazy quilt of rimed patterns
Limned upon the window
Soft…soft the lacy flakes!
Each one unique and new
Blanket o’er land and lakes
Winter’s take on dew
Games…games of Fox and Hound!
Pristine drifts of frosting
Turned into frigid battlegrounds with
Brief truces for time defrosting
Steam…cottony steam!
Wool mittens too near the flame
Cold stiff fingers, white as cream
Toes frozen from the game
Quiet…Winter quiet! (shhhh)
Sounds muffled by the fluff
Of snow so deep not e’en a peep
Can struggle up through the stuff
Smoke…writhing smoke!
Reaching for the sky
Chimneys breathing, tendrils weaving
Rising with a sigh
Winter…cold, cold hard winter!
Makes Summer wishes come to light
Til icicles fall, shatter and splinter
…Tis crisp…crisp the night!!!…
Categories:
cottony, snow, winter,
Form:
Ode