Cott poems on Hello Poetry

SDC Sep 2014

pocket daisies stripped of sun
where do you go when autumn comes?

under strangers stitching forests
cott-on weather vanes lost in wind;

hide yourselves in golden tombs
let your drums beat out the dust

sleep until the days are done
when all that's left is cold and worn.

2014

#nature #autumn #season

jeremy wyatt Feb 2011

Changeling

When I was born my brother
saw bad creatures in my cott
so he used a toy car to stab my leg
it bled bad and started to clott
mum thought they tried to take me
the night that I was born
found me stuck behind the head board
unconcious in the morn
when I was four and he was six
Neil saw something on tv
so he touched with a piece of lead
was it a changeling or just me
guess he stopped believing
that my soul was taken out
I think they ****** fooled you
put more in I have no doubt
I never fitted in to well
for all my living days
except for now I don't know how
there's a wind blowing my way

Still got the tiny scar, when I was wee Mum joked how I was behind the bed at 8 hrs old, told me her real theory years later but she was only strange in a wee way, not as whacko as me ;o)

Owen C Swenson Apr 2017

Land of the prisons

The law feinds for meat like blood thirsty animals.
Shaking down the streets to find their fix.
Their game is to hunt and their name is predator.
Theyll clean your pockets like an empty cash register.
Three hots and a cott pays off the boys in blue.
Until its time for another victim.
It never ends and its truth is never known.
They hide behind a gold badge and a royal throne.
We are tricked into a forceful thought that we need laws and protection.
Their good will service is always given even if it means to ****.
They shout, "We are protectors of the bill".

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