Lullaby

There comes a point in time when nothing can save your life An unavoidable argument, death becomes your ultimate strife No one is able to help you and only God will understand why Life remaining a memory, resonating as your eternal lullaby

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Debbie Duncan

Date: 3/26/2017 6:58:00 PM

This is a very good write! I'll have to read more of your words. Thanks for reading my Wings Of An Angel :)

Maritza Pagan

Date: 3/17/2014 4:47:00 PM

I love it... No matter what we are all the same because we all have the same endind. We all die.

Yolanda Nicholsen

Date: 3/17/2014 7:39:00 AM

this poem is very sad however I embrace my 97 year old grandfather on his death bed fragile frail ww11 hero in Rome the second we are born we began dying we must live life through everything god has made excepting dying Is the best part of living

Aejaz Zafar

Date: 3/17/2014 4:09:00 AM

That is a bitter truth of life. But then what? We have no choice. So, we should always face any difficulty bravely.

Sue K Green

Date: 3/16/2014 2:47:00 PM

That's the truth of it! But we are saddened when it happens.

Mohammad Yamin

Date: 3/16/2014 2:35:00 PM

You have said it all in four lines, Giano. I am much impressed. -Mohammad

Mohammad Yamin

Date: 3/16/2014 2:26:00 PM

You have said it all in four lines, Giano. Very impressive. -Mohammad

Robert Johnson

Date: 3/16/2014 10:19:00 AM

We're born into this world and get no say about it. We learn what Jesus did for us and that we cannot earn it. We search our soul so that we're whole and thank God that he loves us. And now we know that we are free because he lives above us. Peace. :) That's a beautiful lullaby for adults. ...Gigno

Bl Devnath

Date: 3/16/2014 8:22:00 AM

God knows His purpose and savior too. Just we live our life as per His design. Beautiful poem read now. Loved always, bl

Sandip Goswami

Date: 3/16/2014 3:09:00 AM

The Blessed Lord said in The Bhagavadgita 18/66 ) , " Abandoning all duties , come to Me alone for shelter . Be not grieved, for I shall release thee from all evils . "....I remember the great words to read your thoughts..Well written...Best wishes from India...

Gene Bourne

Date: 3/16/2014 12:58:00 AM

A thought provoking message, very well composed. Your words and lines flow beautifully together and your finale is inspiring. I enjoyed reading this poem Gene Bourne.

Larry Berdoo

Date: 3/15/2014 11:31:00 PM

This poem flows so well, I read with gentle ease. One fine Write.~~~Gigno~~~ WRITE ON!

Matthew Horstkotter

Date: 5/7/2013 9:22:00 PM

Very nice poem.

Hidden Sister

Date: 4/7/2013 10:09:00 PM

Wow this is tough and strong, to the core. J

Debra Squyres

Date: 3/8/2013 11:37:00 AM

An unavoidable date we all must meet. Heaven help us all !!

Debbie Duncan

Date: 2/28/2013 10:37:00 PM

Well I like the way this resonates ;}

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 2/26/2013 5:34:00 PM

Hi Gigno, i want this eternal lullaby,,, God's world sounds good about now. hope he understands me. sometimes I need the saving.... always~ LINDA

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 2/26/2013 5:34:00 PM

sos sos sos.... PD

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 2/24/2013 5:13:00 PM

that was very interesting how you made the memory of life the lullaby of this title. quite creative, Gigno.

Donna Jones

Date: 2/23/2013 8:09:00 PM

The creator understands what purpose for which he created each of us and yes the time of our rest when we have accomplished it. I loved this Cigno

Issac Guzman

Date: 2/23/2013 2:38:00 PM

"Orthodoxy is man-made, while the Universe is God-giving." We all harbor the supra-conscious that is the Self. It is the very essence that allows us to perceive the world around us. Human reasoning taints it all, though. To understand the outer worlds you preside in, for right now, you must look within. Death is but an illusion to our minds. Energy, your soul, can never be destroyed but always cherished. I enjoyed your poem greatly. Much love (: -Issac