Cotton Wool Poems - Poems about Cotton Wool

...THIS QUILT This quilt a kaleidoscope of corduroy colours a struggle to even out lucid lovers cotton wool lies in bumpity flats I unravel thread just like that cat ! Stitches are to......

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...On summer grass freshly cut I lay relaxing looking up at the subtle slovenly shape shifter floating above It steals my mind and the world disappears slowly changing sneaking by forming froth......

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...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......

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...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......

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... All blazing hues throwing ochery golden gowns Under azure blues with fluffy cotton wool clouds Temperatures in dip feeling two seasons in meld Undulations shape shift teasing ones naked ......

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...Cotton wool puffs that are up so high, Drifting along in a clear blue sky, A field of wheat waving just like the sea, To see these things shows how beautiful the world can be. A gurgling stream......

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...Drizzling, dazzling splinters of diamond           Shards of crystal or  liquidized glass!       Transparent drops from a translucent sky.        Ooh, that lucid lustre: No wonder they say,......

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...Indelible link to a bygone event, one clutches with foolproof recall, of cerulean cloud-ridden sky, on that pivotal day I penned my first opus, I strolled at a leisurely pace, down this charmin......

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...wind-moles have tunneled through the daffodil rings stems are broken yellow bells and trumpets fly in a mute sky the third month is a wayward despoiler it stomps on the newly come t......

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...Filaments of white creep imperceptibly across an innocently blue sky, like hopeful mycelial tendrils feeling tentatively into their embracing surroundings. Petite tufts of lightly dirtied cotton wo......

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...MAY I COME IN? If you would let me come into your life I wouldn’t make a mess I’d close the door quietly, take off my shoes and tiptoe through your feelings If you would lend me your h......

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...There was a time when the taps used to shine, and the porcelain basin with pomp and pride, A font where the essential waters of life ran freely, now blocked by the remnants of last week’s make-up,......

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...Stores should be full, yet, not to the pitch of breaking of barns, Floods within dams shouldn't become causes of our mourns; Venting all that is frothing within, is way of nature, Pending to do so......

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...Bestow on me an incorrect 3 leafed clover ephigy of buttercup due early spring May With I meandering through a maze of cotton wool field lost Trying best to avert the gaze of the virile bul......

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...Year One - Tell me Eve, does this Garden have everything we need, do you think the walls are too tall, are the gatekeepers reasonable, tolerable, right about it all, what did Lilith know, wher......

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