Cotton On Poems - Poems about Cotton On

Veracity

I have often wondered if they blundered
or if there's any truth to the advertising
within the words written on me
a simple clothing label advising
a promise a guarantee
100% Cotton
but does it refer to the garment or myself
the mere material it is printed on
a paradox perhaps
all of which goes to show
it's a dilemma the answer to which
this enquiring

cotton slit'n drool

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New Year, that same Wish

Another year goes past, they just fly and never seem to last,

The resolutions I dream in my head, all hanging there by a thin cotton thread,

Some I make because it's what others expect, but the real ones nobody can every detect,

The wish that is there constantly, is that you would come back to me, on

Cotton-Mouth

My tongue holds cotton to my teeth
Holds the dry in my throat
I cannot breathe here
My voice is escaped from me
I do not speak with sound
My hands are my larynx
I hold my regards to my noise
I have given my beauty to the wall clock 
Now I sit silently
I watch the budgies in the front yard
I follow

Cotton Laughter

Just
a bit 
too formal,
pearl taffeta 
or buttered chiffon;
I’m more into cotton,
something to belly laugh in;
Toes in the sea or a theme park;
Stained all over with a good time,
living in a tank top with rhinestone fringe.

Cotton Tree

All is bright, and I betwixt God and you,
  the kookaburra is in the willow,
and honeyeaters in the honeydew
  flitter as I lay your breast and pillow.
You are my morning and evening star,
  sweet inveigler to the unpracticed heart -
girl, all I need is to be where you are
  and never

Egyptian Cotton

There are two lovers who find out they can be together.
They live together forever, and holding each other.
In Egyptian cotton and feathered bed, one doing the other.

THE CRUELTY OF TIME

Oh, how cruel time can be!
Shattering hopes and killing beauty.
Slowly it steals moments, leaving everything bare
Time, a relentless force, beyond compare.

Here lies a victim of time's cruelty, the ruins of the cotton tree
Once a symbol of resilience, a beacon of the free
Now a reminder of nature’s vulnerability.
It withstood tsunamis over the years
Yet a mere breeze

cotton and words

cotton floats through sky 
as words float on white paper 
everything with ease

Cotton trees

Cotton floats across lake letting their presence known

Cotton Castles of the Sky

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 on the night wind sigh,
A promise murmured, safe and sound you lie.

But dawn ignites the canvas, ever-shifting,
The cloud, a weaver's shuttle, paints the sky.
Sunlight and shadow

Cotton wool

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 is added to the must have list.

It has caused many a marriage to self-destruct,
And should only be used as directed,
Preferably by

Living with shadows

Once there was a time,
mill chimneys ruled our skies,
above the shadowed streets,
where people lived their lives.

Once there were the stories,
that grandma used to share,
of troubled times at the mill,
and kitchen cupboards bare.

Once there was a window,
at home where I belonged,
I sat and counted those chimneys,
but they disappeared one by one.

Once there was cotton here,
it's kingdom

Cotton Crowns

Upon their granite, sculpted brows,
A chiffon ballet swirls and bows.
Cloud-scarves drape, light as a sigh,
Where mountains, aged and stoic, lie.

Feathers of heaven, soft and white,
Escape the nest of day's pale light,
Tangled in peaks, a playful tease,
Whispered secrets on the breeze.

Cotton castles, stacked on high,
Guarded by giants reaching for the sky.
Sunlight paints, in fleeting grace,
A masterpiece

Clouds

Chunks like white cotton that
Can float in sky. Clumps of
Condensed water vapor
Cause rain on earth, bringing
Cheer in summers. Canvas
Countryside they adorn.
Could sometimes mean gloom too!

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