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I S A A C May 2022
all the wells are empty
the wars are lost
all the children cry
but we focus on our capital instead
homeless crowd the streets but we blissfully sleep
in our egyptian cotton sheets, in our bed of lies counting sheep
praying away all the evil eyes
welcome to the end times
'Cotton Candy Tree'
Colored clouds in the sky,
Bird nests held by the trees,
Only if I could reach that high,
I would swirl the sky to make a
  cotton candy tree,
Flowers growing ground up,  
All the baby birds nestled in their cribs, made of floss,
Incredible spiders on the ground, Then they go round and round,
in webs that look like invisible rainbow gloss,  
Mother Nature does love,
I love her from the lowest to the highest above.
written by @author_venjarnold
I love nature, so serene and I peaceful
Colored clouds in the sky,
Bird nests held by the trees,
Only if I could reach that high,
I would swirl the sky to make a cotton      candy tree,
Flowers growing ground up,  
All the baby birds nestled in their cribs made of floss,
Incredible spiders on the ground, Then they go round and round,
  in webs that look like invisible rainbow gloss,  
Mother Nature does love,
I love her from the lowest to the highest  above.
-Author Ven J Arnold
Nature is mine but most of all I belong to Mother Nature. I just can't get enough.
Mark Wanless May 2021
emptyness is a
young mouse ******* on cotton
that you do not see
Maria Mitea Dec 2020
from the cotton sky
you dance,

you fly,

and,

fall,

and,
after,
waiting,

în
silence,
waiting,

your momentum,
your dream,
waiting,

and,

it is
in your dream
you melt
into
the dark earth.
Svetoslav Feb 2021
Teal liquid springs
golden plate glows in center
white cotton flows on surface.
Metaphor for Sky

The sky in a sunny day with fluffy clouds.

Syllable Count: 18 ~ lines 4/7/7 ~ 13 words

by Svetli
Maniacal Escape Jul 2020
Fat sounds, and fingers
spread ugly phleghming sharting stains on
Cotton, shiny white and new. And
Spit and ***** books a slot on,
Saturdays outfit change and
Its ok.
Michael R Burch Apr 2020
The Secret of Her Clothes
by Michael R. Burch

The secret of her clothes
is that they whisper a little mysteriously
of things unseen

in the language of nylon and cotton,
so that when she walks
to her amorous drawers

to rummage among the embroidered hearts
and rumors of pastel slips
for a white wisp of Victorian lace,

the delicate rustle of fabric on fabric,
the slightest whisper of telltale static,
electrifies me.

Published by Erosha, Velvet Avalanche (Anthology) and Poetry Life & Times

Keywords/Tags: clothes, lingerie, nylon, cotton, amorous, drawers, slips, lace, static, electricity, mystery, mysterious
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