Cotton On Poems - Poems about Cotton On

...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...

...The view through my eyes is through the glass of the window to my soul Like a little boy in the department store in the toy section looking at all that he sees His visit vision is purest as can be ......Read the rest...

... When I woke up this morning, With the Sun's glowing rays I leaned forward to feel The warmth on my face. I, sitting on the porch, Watching nature awaken Birds come out for feeding I wa......Read the rest...

...She found some mementoes stored in a box before the new owners came to change the locks. An assortment of items almost forgotten now partly hidden under protective cotton. The items were in her l......Read the rest...

... Oh, Spring my love I feel now your sweet hug, you send soft breezes to stroke- to entice; Spring your loving fingers . . . my serene drug, I longed for you through winters coldest ice.......Read the rest...

...my neck hurts often somewhere in the complexity of my moving parts is the problem unidentified I am likely the cause of this crunching pain I close my eyes to wis......Read the rest...

...When tangerine tinted tunes within sunset serenades~ unravel saffron symphonies, engrossed in hibiscus hymns of hallelujah~ I swirl to radiant rays of sakura stardust, where ......Read the rest...

...They get tangled when crocheting. Much like hair, they weave dreams. It changes shape, changes form, when touched with barehand, it crumbles, triggers a storm. They say, 2.537 million light-......Read the rest...

...It is instinctive, No parent can help it, If cotton wool is in the house, A parent will find it. When single we don't see a need for it, But as soon as that little bundle of joy arrives, It i......Read the rest...

...Here I stand, entirely symmetrical with the longitudinal lines that thrusts perfectly through the balance of our planet with not a moment of fluctuation. Stiffly positioned in a direct sta......Read the rest...

...I am a blue sock. I'm the bluest sock there ever was. There never was a bluer sock, because I lost my loving partner by the lint-screen fuzz. We worked together as a pair. We lived a life of q......Read the rest...

...' wait uh um i can't say that i wuz gonna say wait uh cotton pick'n minute ......Read the rest...