Short Cottons Poems
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fluffy white cottons
countless things it forms above
like a shape of love.
Someone’s dream
Maple wood baskets
Slick and smooth
Decorated with frilly cottons
In floral, shaped like ruffled headbands
Longaberger basket, making a name for herself
Her seven-story building sits in Newark, Ohio
Ambling and ankling on red brick and cobblestone
gone are your cottons and calicoes.
Factory skeletons repurposed,
phantom workers operate
Ghost looms in condo kitchens.
The sun sets like a watermelon dashed
off the Moody Street Bridge.
Cold wind blows through the winter trees
As snow like cottons covered the Streets,
And I was feeling the harsh cold breeze,
and let them rivet my anguish fragilities.
Bearing the rigors of life in the desire,
that one day my luminous of fate will radiant.
goodbye to white skies grey clouds leave as fair cottons fluff into the blue
glassy white cottons
stretched wide as endless oceans...
pure clouds’ reflections
Dec. 28, 2022 11.47am
Howmanysyllables.com: 5007005
Totals; 11 words
17 syllables
86 characters
Ice, Snow or Frost Haiku
Contest Judged: 1/4/2023 4:07:00 PM
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Place 3 (up to 5 multi-w)
Silken materials
spun from fine thread,
beautiful colours
to adorn and to dress,
vessels of energy
in a display of congress,
a meeting of monks
all of whom are blessed,
with the stillness of mind
and the habitual sense,
not to get caught up
in the habits of attachment,
cinnamon silks,
and tangerine dreams,
plum coloured cottons
on a spiritual theme.
For your birthday I give you the sideways articulation
of red-tailed shadows against the
screaming stop light crush,
The sweat-stained, wine-soaked nights
Spent nodding into cottons
And a box of dreams felt once then
Unopened and lost.
We’ll sing ether wafted alleys,
robot-kissed breasts
bright ribbons
two-penny condoms--
I’d give you the sky if you would speak again
my baby angel
More than a man, the south made.
Black and white, south one started,
great oaks refused no man a child
to hang about it, call dark christmas.
Hallow was a name, old now hollow.
Stigma inside wears grey cotton
memories, alive die uncompensated.
Here, electricity has that sick sweet
smell about it, as if it were once alive.
While morality, debates in pockets
of isolated votes packed together.
Is It Poetry
Wow!Its winter now
It is time for some snow
Indeed a beautiful show
From morning till night
Every moment a delight!
Infront of the Fireplace
Life becomes a chilly place
We put on cashmeres and cottons
So comfortable and always so very warm
Gods heavenly light reaches us each dawn!
It is winter now
So lets renounce
War and hate
Lets polish our world
With peace and love
Until Laughter and happiness
Envelops each and every place!
Fifteen minute utter cohesion exists
Selene umbra shielded is dust kissed
Coinciding of inland and coastal discs
Earth Moon orbit drawn in magnetism
Spherical cycled symmetry, safety given
Invisible fingers tap tunes to their rhythm
Red emits forbidden midnight miracle
Hottest wanton, dual crossing elliptical
Helios wavelength cottons moon's spool
26th May 2021
Aus will have prime view of blood super moon
Eclipse tonight
One month post
Kissing Kingsley