#cotton
Has shame dried
Cranberry bogs
On cotton
Have hormones peaked
Or have the eggs spoiled,
Turned rotten
Is there more to a woman
Than her ****** functions
Or will she do as she's told
And remain in her place
On the bottom
May 1, 2023
May 1, 2023 at 9:13 AM UTC
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
May 15, 2022
May 15, 2022 at 11:46 AM UTC
'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
Dec 31, 2021
Dec 31, 2021 at 2:03 AM UTC
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
Mar 26, 2022
Mar 26, 2022 at 9:40 PM UTC
emptyness is a
young mouse ******* on cotton
that you do not see
May 3, 2021
May 3, 2021 at 4:57 PM UTC
Teal liquid springs
golden plate glows in center
white cotton flows on surface.
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 6:54 AM UTC
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.
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 8:41 AM UTC
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
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 5:16 AM UTC
Copper coil,
Condensed candy,
Ceding comfort,
cotton,
candy,
clouds.
Cyclical contentment,
Cool convenience,
Captivatingly casual.
Cotton.
Candy.
Clouds.
Clean conclusion,
Cheerless continuation,
Cultivating casualties.
COTTON!
CANDY!
CLOUDS!
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 12:50 AM UTC
It's almost gone now
The feeling where the wind blows
every single cotton up to the sky
Like a fog of clouds filling the sights of mine
Yet, not all cotton flies like the rest
Some stick to you even when you push it away
Even when you do your best to remove it
So I kept the cotton fur, even if it's annoying
It still makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 8:11 AM UTC
thinking about the way we used to be
and then looking at your face
its like
shoving cotton into an open wound
it's soft
but it hurts
you're so happy
without me
and i don't know why i act like it's my fault
i know it's not
but
i can't help but feel
that i wasn't good enough for you
i miss you
i really do
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 1:14 PM UTC
Taste the world;
with every dish
that brings such a bliss.
Let your receptors explore,
the burning sensation of spice;
the tingling sensation of sour.
Allow your tongue to be coated
in the cotton candy sweetness.
Take crusty bites between your teeth
letting it explode into a thousand little pieces -
dancing inside your mouth.
Allow the citrusy undertones
to trigger serotonin
and curve the edges of your mouth.
Allow your brain to relish
your taste buds to embellish
as your hunger diminishes.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 8:46 AM UTC
_Spin me some velvet,
Scuff me over with gravel,
Pick me some bluesy strings;
Tie me a bunch of wildflower quavers,
Let’s hear how your phoney sax sings.
Dip me in treacle,
Needle me with soul,
Groove me some dirt and some bass;
Blow me your ***** devil’s pipe strong,
Let’s play us some bourbon and lace.
Spin me some velvet,
Scuff me over with gravel,
Lay me down in meadowsong;
Rent me a dime’s worth of old dust and daydreams,
Honey chil’, you cain’t do me no wrong._
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 9:13 PM UTC
taste of you like sugar clouds
your voice in my head, so loud
tracing little circles on my legs
i know i'm not the only one who begs
i wanna draw all over your skin again
make you laugh, sounds like heaven
taste of you like warm cotton candy
see you at the beach, shirtless and sandy
laughter echoes within my bones
how lovely you are,
your heart is my home
love you so, that crooked grin
everyone think of you
i just want to let you in
taste of to like soft candy petals
traces of your heart
scorched on metal
I'd like to sit with you
on those sugar clouds
legs dangle off
our voices loud
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 11:19 AM UTC
Twist around your own bones,
and sheets,
and moans.
My mouth is no longer yours for the taking.
Twirl around your own selfish woven
cotton candy,
because I have no sugar left for you.
Just sand.
Small, weathered rocks.
Gritty between your teeth,
instead of pleasing
and melting on your tongue.
Your grumbling stomach tells you that you want more,
but you'll starve.
Starve on single packets of **** you bought at the grocery,
on **** you call for,
but are never there to receive.
I went fishing for compliments.
A good night, a good week, a good ****
When I caught you,
I didn't realize the insides were all rotted out,
or else I would have thrown you back into the sea.
That sea of whatever's and
candle-lit dinners.
Of, "Let's just go with it".
And, "Woah, woah, woah, this isn't what I signed up for".
You drank milk out of a flute,
after we slow danced for the,
'I can't remember-ith time'.
I watched your lips cradle the glass,
my ***
and then your knees.
After,
you told me you didn't want to anymore.
After you said, "I made a mistake".
After you said, "I miss you".
After you said, "I know you cursed me when the bells rang".
The curse is tasting sand instead of sugar.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 11:39 PM UTC
sometimes I wish,
i could be up in the clouds
looking down on my friends
watching the crowds.
sometimes I wish,
i could know what it's like
to be in a world
that's not full of spite.
so that's why I wish,
i was up in the clouds
looking down on my friends
watching the crowds.
so that's why I wish,
i could just be me
in a field of cotton white
with the feeling of being free.
sometimes I wish,
life was more fleeting
no more sadness
just a happy greeting.
and lastly I wish,
that fate will go my way
just so that i can smile
and feel like thriving everyday.
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 10:43 PM UTC
what a rose,
he, henry.
what a rose,
with cotton thorns.
cotton touch,
and lips of wine,
how i wish
he could be mine.
what a glance,
his eyes of pine,
let’s share a dance,
please, don’t be shy.
a twist, a turn,
and down the hill,
it heats, the burn,
it always will.
what a rose,
a rose that’s bending.
bending,
with my every touch,
it is time i stop pretending
no one could carry disaster such.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 11:21 PM UTC
elated
a flying feeling
soaring
soft and light
cottony
life is long
but you are forever
raining hope
upon the weary
fly high, clouds
and we'll fly with you
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 2:18 AM UTC