Best Lull Poems
Lithesome fingers trailed along
the ukulele’s frets
as Lilah played her dulcet lullabies.
Swaddled in a blanket, smiling,
lay her little lad,
looking up at her with large blue eyes.
Lilah lilted, “Sleep, my son,
for tranquil dreams await.
Lull-lull-lullabies for you I sing.”
As she crooned mellifluously
lulling him to bliss,
she watched small eyelids flutter-fluttering.
Lightly, lightly, letting fingers
roll along the strings,
Lilah moved her delicate small hand.
Eyes that lingered lovingly
on the wee one saw
him amble soundly into Slumber Land.
May 29, 2017 for Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer's Contemporary Poetry Contest
*I enjoy almost all types of poetry, but I suppose this represents more the Classical approach which I most often use (more lyrical and with some rhymes) though my focus is on alliteration here. I love the way L words sound!
I seek the lull--
To feel the tranquility of the night
The hush of birds in calm respite
The quiet compose of ancient trees
The muted hymn on dulcet breeze
On quiescent ridge of nocturne quest
Find soothing balm on angel’s breath.
Abeyant mind, free of hurt or qualm
Opens to Christ when faith is strong
Fearfully reached to touch a lightning rod
But found instead, the hand of God.
As evening hangs near, wrapped in silk cashmere
It bathes the frontier with godliness dear…
Winged robins I hear chanting psalms that steer
Moonbeams to appear like glazed lull, revere
That my doubt severe washes a cold tear;
Abating night’s fear… snuggling heaven’s cheer.
~*~
Rhymers Delight—Internal Rhymes
For John Hamilton dated 1.07.2017
Checked: www.howmanysyllables.com
Beautiful picturesque soft glowing light
against the darkness, whilst burning shooting
star catapult through the sky in its flight.
Spinning fine idyllic thread flow, moving.
In mine heart, I evoke the narrative
wist of our youth. An inexhaustible
love; now lost in the waning sedative
silence of farewell and exhaustible.
Once devoured by his fathomless green eyes,
crave the dark blond hair full of spiral curls.
Lost to his ebbing wave of silent cries
left breathless like flittering glint of pearls.
Birds hymn lull mine into weightlessness sleep;
whilst echoes always brings you back to keep.
2/22/2020
Poetry Contest: Writing Prompt - Ten Words 2. Love
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
thread, heart, silence, hair, beautiful, dark, green, birds, fathomless, breathless
The weary and gloomy moon
Droops alongside confident mountains,
Tries to stay until noon.
Clings to the boundary, slipping down
Being hidden but not wanting to hide.
To time, old moon is bound.
A longing, endless.
Sad moon surrenders to the horizon, daylight lessens.
Less ends of light to grip; reject regress.
Dull moon falls west, sun rises east.
A longing, a chase endless.
The pursuit is a beast.
For the moon craves to collide
With the eternal flame it is infatuated with,
That’s why we see high tides.
The moon’s heart lies in the sea
Becoming swollen
Wanting the sun to see.
The moon, lonely,
Is in love with the sun.
Always has been, always will be.
06 March 2020
Title Chosen: A Lull
Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 14-Tristich
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Amber-brown sea oats stand tall -
whistling as ocean breezes gently
blow them in unchartered directions
Voluminous waves impact into jetty rocks
inducing sea urchins to lose their tight grip
from a place of safeness
Watercraft rock recklessly in
turbulent waters. Fishing lines
snap as hopes of a good day's
catch are quickly diminished,
while winds grow intensly
& skies darken to an eerie black
Fears of a possible funnel cloud
now begin to form in reality
Anchors are regained as boat captains'
gear themselves towards safety upon
these waters, aspiring towards
safer havens as ferocity passes
As quickly as darkness has appeared,
radiant rays of sunlight penetrate greyness
of clouds, cutting into glistening waters
like a silver bladed knife cuts thru many
layers of a wedding cake
Life returns to slower pace of normalcy
as a large sea turtle surfaces catching
a bit of solar warmth cast upon this
magnificant world of azure water
Sea oats now stand erect, like small
soldiers protecting their beach,
restrengthening -
for the next tumultous reign
of inclement weather
I lay me down in the land of a languorous lull,
A leisurely liaison laxing amidst the silenced still…
No weeping words wander upon the constructive canvas.
The day mourns the nebulous neglected nestled night,
Where the shadows sustain the seductive sorrows…
Condolences for a candlelight as it flickers to foreordination.
Where empty echoes escape through voiceless vapors,
A quiet quiescence quivers as it lies to its rendering riotous rest…
And a calamitous calm causes a chaotic caliginous collective.
A suspended soothe within the overlords of obstinate oblivions,
As tranquilized time is transported to a pensive purgatory prison…
I prepare for the heavens and hells that await my misled muse.
...there has been an anomaly in the space-time continuum...my muse has reached a lull...perhaps this verse will give it spark to ignite it to Super-Nova status lol...
Feb.12.2020
Pick-A-Title, Vol 14 - Tristich
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Placed 1'st...Thank You
On this deep-winter day
Spring decided to play
But I swore it’s not fair,
All this sun and warm air,
For tonight it will leave
And my hopes will then grieve
These lost vernal hours
And chance for new flowers.
Icy sidewalks and frozen roads
Crisp winter air
A peaceful sleep
The wind whispers thoughts of spring
Soon forgotten with icy shivers
Hibernation now
We awake to find a peaceful city
Industry forgets itself
Men at work adhere to silence
Ice lays claim
Our place in the world is frozen
Animals come out to eat
Briefly seen by scarce rays of sunshine
Darkness shrouds the short and bitter days
Cloudy skies and rosy cheeks
Lulling moments that are necessary
Giving contrast to a beautiful spring
Coming closer everyday
By Kyle Ezra Kriticos
I need you
I hate you
I can't live with you or without you
My life lost due to my mind toss
I hold you in my hand
only to be damned
The world so cruel
you are my only escape tool
Further down i will fall
into the drug abyss lull
Shaking and vibrating i push you past my lips
Sinking in my brain
Escaping from the world of pain
To entangled to resign
Destroying my mind
I just want to escape this periling decline
But you have taken my body, soul and mind
..
Heavy waves, curly like the seas
During the storms,
Laughing in sapphire shadows,
Silencing the sigh, breathless
Prayers for sunlight
Glittering through the clouds,
Erasing the gales, hurricanes
Erupting like emotions
When the night pours out
Rain so furious and frantic
It ends the moments
Feeling like those days when
My hair, coiled around the brush,
Seemed like it had a life
All its own, a life of frizzy feelings
Twisting, a corkscrew
As desperate as the tempests
Who charge through the oceans
Assaulting every breaker
With ebony doom, flooding
The faith with endless swells
Torrents, dark downpours, drizzling
Showers in memories
Explosions of tangled wool,
Leaving me with one option, one
Choice that would soon
Prove to be the answer to my scandalous
Spirals.
I cut my hair, a trim
Then short, so I saw a him
Instead of the me that used to be
When my mane, like stormy seas,
Remained free to dance,
Violently rambling
on to my destiny
where my curls continued to be…
alive, like the silky threads
holding my best sweater together
What remains of me – even in these autumn years
Is the curly hair, the coiling mysteries
Beneath the hand who created me to be
ME – with a mane so wild and free
It can only be the reason that I have come to see…
Myself as the storm who trembles quietly
Beneath heavens who know me
As the one who waits patiently – for the downpour
To pulse and quiver, putting me to sleep
Beneath its gentle beat, a rhythm
For the soul to seek – in stormy weather
There is always a calming peace, serenity
Soothing away the doubts that come to those
Who don’t believe – This storm is God’s brilliance
Like the curls He chose for me,
Pouring out on His creation – a blessed stream
Hope for the grace that only He can bring!
A SIMPLE POETRY CONTEST Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
March 20, 2023
Rain on a tin roof
Singing Heaven's lull-a-bye
Making for sweet dreams
Initially we florish and feel comfortable.
We till the ground and it yield much flowers and fruits for food and finance.
We export and feed other nations with our goods.
Despite our great population,
We never lack for once
We were named after our effects on sister nations:THE GIANT OF AFRICA
Suddenly, we move to kakistocracy
They sat at dire controls and play indolently Slowly downward in remote we abuse our land We have no more regard for our source of Opulence
We distroy the fertility in our soil
We divert to refining system
We're told, the source is fine
Figure massively hewn in hardwood
Voracious Head leader set upon it and misrule us
We vandalize our wealth
From the out of refinery,
our farm land has kicked up a fuss against us Won't petroleum dried up oneday?
And we still yearn to become the greatest state After which we have been attacked by jumbo spirit of recession
The melt-down of our Economic is of great length.
The great nation now totter like a kid with spindly leg which falls
When the going gets bad,
What is the way out?
We have traded in vain in the beach of insanity. We die of hunger and suffer.
All we have to do is to retreat back to our yester-Source
Let's sacrifice and appeal the angry farm land For the soil bring forth thorns and thistles
instead of good fruits
Let's make a lull propitation to the dissapointed gods of the soil.
In order to reverse the curse placed on our farm land
So as to bring abundant food for our livelihood.
Tepid breeze, lull me to sleep
on this grass softer than hay;
all the aches make my brittle bones weak,
they need rest, not asking my body to wander away...
And if I fall asleep, I would like every star, spotting me.
to keep watch; and should the owls, hiding amid the shadows
of the hickories, emit very scary and strange sounds
and fix their vicious eyes on me, angels will guard me...
No harm will come to me from those treacherous evil spirits,
and by just invoking His Holy Name, it will prevent any attack on me;
and my light can be seen from far, this light which strengthens me:
and while praying alone, I will hear the fluttering of cherubs' wings...
Tepid breeze, lull me to sleep,
and without the lovebirds' song, something must
replace that harmony when a sudden rush of fear:
slowly and uninvitingly seeps into my throbbing chest...
And would I let any noise spoil this peace,
to allow distrust lessen my courage and let hope cease?
I am endowed with the faith of the martyrs that evil men are afraid of hearing;
come Satan, try to deceive me: the Holy Spirit will abide with me 'till my awakening...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Initially we florish and feel comfortable.
We till the ground and it yield much flowers and fruits for food and finance.
We export and feed other nations with our goods.
Despite our great population,
We never lack for once
We were named after our effects on sister nations:THE GIANT OF AFRICA
Suddenly, we move to kakistocracy
They sat at dire controls and play indolently Slowly downward in remote we abuse our land We have no more regard for our source of Opulence
We distroy the fertility in our soil
We divert to refining system
We're told, the source is fine
Figure massively hewn in hardwood
Voracious Head leader set upon it and misrule us
We vandalize our wealth
From the out of refinery,
our farm land has kicked up a fuss against us Won't petroleum dried up oneday?
And we still yearn to become the greatest state After which we have been attacked by jumbo spirit of recession
The melt-down of our Economic is of great length.
The great nation now totter like a kid with spindly leg which falls
When the going gets bad,
What is the way out?
We have traded in vain in the beach of insanity. We die of hunger and suffer.
All we have to do is to retreat back to our yester-Source
Let's sacrifice and appeal the angry farm land For the soil bring forth thorns and thistles
instead of good fruits
Let's make a lull propitation to the dissapointed gods of the soil.
In order to reverse the curse placed on our farm land
So as to bring abundant food for our livelihood.