Best Lullaby Poems
As I sit watching fusions of saffron and scarlet hues
elegantly charm the horizons.
Silently, fluffy lush clouds float by
like a magnetic field drawing me closer,
in hope they may lead me to you.
So I ponder
maybe love is like the sunrise
so many see it - yet so few feel it.
Just the thought of my beloved,
leads to these poetic fingers bleeding.
As they drown in an abundance of words,
that can only be soothed by her luscious lips.
For these sentimental eyes yearn
to caress her tender skin.
So, I set upon the path to discover,
if it shall lead to the realms of my lover.
A path that I have once trodden upon before,
but the soul demands to travel upon it once more.
After all I'm only human,
the love she planted in my heart still remains
and how can I love another,
when the heart refuses to give permission.
Time has kept us apart.
I float to her like a butterfly,
and shall float until I reach her province.
For this not just an infatuated sensation,
you may hear in a fairy tale or sung in a lullaby.
Her love is the only sensation of infatuation,
as she holds the formula to my alchemist heart.
I know I can't simply take her heart,
it can only be given to one.
But without her the world is cold,
and I live for the day she will wrap me up
inside her heart and never let me leave.
For the love she gave, is still the only one I crave.
I long to walk together amongst bluebells and ambrosial roses,
roaming through an oasis of enchanted blossoms.
Her arms will become my sanctuary.
To create a masterpiece of serenity,
to achieve an eternal state of tranquillity.
I hope before first site of twilight,
her perfect vision brings justice to this write.
In a world full of expectations,
I may lose the passion to exist.
Just one beautiful gesture,
will help me to remember how to smile.
For, I know her radiant eyes will provide clarity,
the warmth of her kiss will be my remedy.
The Silent One
8 November 2017
Simple Musings.
To Dreamland on Sunset's Lullaby
Gracefully the young crescent moon
ascends the sky like a cosmic tune;
replacing the drowsy pale yellow sun
sinking on a golden glowing horizon.
To dreamland on a lullaby of silvery twilight...
to dreamland floating with music of night.
Even as shadows of day seek rest,
choirs of songbirds fly home to nest.
But asleep I'll be before stars start to shine;
asleep I'll be before Venus and Mars align.
To dreamland on a lullaby of silvery twilight...
to dreamland floating with music of night.
Melodies of powder-puff pinks and baby blues,
splashed on sunset's orange-tinted hues;
gently I'll slip into a cocoon of sweet slumber,
on the wings of a celestial lullaby so tender.
To dreamland on a lullaby of silvery twilight...
to dreamland floating with music of night.
The trials of day fade gloriously to gray,
and into Sandman's restful arms I will lay.
My restless spirit is calmed from within,
serenaded by nature's soothing violin.
To dreamland on a lullaby of silvery twilight...
to dreamland floating with music of night.
03-23-2018
Contest: Lullaby in the Sunset
Sponsor: Vermillion Scythe
Placement: 1st (PoetrySoup Premiere Contest winner)
Travel light, my dear; softly go
beyond the night’s each black shadow
to another plane. Out of sight
exists a realm of such delight
you may find relief from sorrow!
Lay your head on your pillow.
Sink into the Now. Tomorrow
comes soon enough, but for tonight
travel light!
Let the sweet magic start to flow -
angel wings sweeping over snow
it may seem, or a rainbow bright!
Close your eyes, Darling, and take flight!
In Dreamland you soon will be, so
travel light!
Written Jan. 15, 2017 for the Travel LIght Contest of Kai Michael Neumann
Her trembling twilight
dims with streaking purple tears
bruised by youthful years of bleeding pain
hurting but never hugged—
locked in arms of atmosphere’s apathy
that smeared with fiendish fingers
a contusing plum palette
across any hope in her godforsaken horizon—
this sorrowful songbird
who sings with the shattered purity
of violin strains falling from Heaven
finds her bemoaning musical notes adrift—
lost on breezy deaf days
as she is once again thrown down
from the self-serving skyscape
by the hateful hands of wildcat winds.
In the deep inkwell
of lullaby-less lonely nights
where never a tender nursery rhyme
has ever set her free
are memories scribed of storm-battered days
and weighing heavily on Libra’s scales
are the injustices
of dreams she will never live
nor flights of fancy she will never take
as her sire of solar scorch and temper flare
—a warpath warrior against her springtime
sleeps soundly on a bloated bed
over-stuffed with betrayal and broken promises
while her merciless maternal moon—
distant and cloud covered
does not bother to wander the coal haze
with a lantern’s sharp beam
to cut through stranglehold-folds of darkness
to cast a light upon; to rescue her fractured form—
an angel beckons as breath and beat fade
her guardian as she passes through Earth's shadow
beyond the coldness of mother-moon's umbra
following to where warm sugar-stars soprano sing.
Tonight— a stricken sparrow
folds her fledgling wings never to fly again…
will land or air ever miss her?
Night spreads its magic cloak of midnight blue
across the sky. Serenity slips down.
I sing this pantoum lullaby for you
as stars, like sequins, sparkle all around.
Across the sky, serenity slips down
beneath moon’s watchful gaze and steady glow.
As stars like sequins sparkle all around,
drift into Dreamland with the lyrics’ flow.
Beneath moon’s watchful gaze and steady glow,
I sing each line and then a second time!
Drift into Dreamland with the lyrics’ flow.
How restful is sweet rhythm and its rhyme.
I sing each line and then a second time
at end of day when sky holds poetry.
How restful is sweet rhythm and its rhyme.
In repetition lies security.
At end of day when sky holds poetry,
I sing this pantoum lullaby for you.
In repetition lies security.
Night spreads its magic cloak of midnight blue.
written 3/25/16
For Caren Krutsinger's Proud Pantoum Poetry Contest
Submitted now for Mark Toney's
the '2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 18' Poetry Contest
Praying for the day I meet heaven
You being there sharing this moment
In paradise here I come with open arms
Listening to the song of a magical lullaby
I will bathe in your teardrops love
That special place drowns in a sea of roses
Kissing gently the eyes that they fall from
Our time must flow in ceaseless praise
Salted everyone in your deep beauty shines amazing grace
A piece of your heart's dreams
fantasies and love sails away in a treasure pearl
Spices of the soul I surrender to your drops
Falling from a great height like summer rain
All of the things that make us who we are
Softly as they run a river gently down the face
Unrhymed tercet
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 08.08.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Golden-flecked bliss
of enraptured blown-kiss
stardust bestrewn
beguiling skies
bespangled sequin eyes
shimmer in swoon
in midnight hours
from celestial bowers
lift blest voices
balmy hymns calm
serenity’s sweet psalm
saints’ rejoices
O, motherly
heartfelt heavenly night
lullaby my lustrous twilight
Love - swaddle me
in starlit cocoon’s blue
singing silk songs till dawn’s debut
ambrosial dreams
showered in jasmine streams
angels’ water
immerse in sleep
your virtuous well deep
baptized daughter
melodic sky
divinity’s stars sigh
spiritual
nirvana floats
seraphs’ musical notes
air's lyrical
O, motherly
heartfelt heavenly night
lullaby my lustrous twilight
Love - swaddle me
in starlit cocoon’s blue
singing silk songs till dawn’s debut
the lullaby of butterflies hums
in the early morning air.
a rounded light of gold
above the purple clouds
spots a blue filtered peak.
trees unite as one in the constant drizzle of rain.
flowers wild, spill in colors hurried
to fill barren ground.
mammals of every kind lay unseen,
asleep and covered in blankets green.
and I wonder,
I wonder who,
who would nullify?,
this bouquet...
of sweetly scented
awes!
With Love
22~12~2014
My lady is the wind’s soft sigh through fields of marigolds in June,
A beach night stroll beneath the moon, a cloudless sky, a butterfly.
She waltzes to a rhapsody and lifts her voice soulfully.
My lady is. . .
A splendid sunset in July as two soared high in a balloon.
The bliss we tasted, you and I, against a bright sky streaked maroon,
is almost like a fantasy which lingers in my memory.
My lady is. . .
A tranquil August lullaby; the ocean’s sound along a dune,
A dragonfly, a blue jay’s cry, a lazy daisy afternoon
till Autumn brings new poetry; then long warm nights soon cease to be,
and months of Winter’s chill ensue.
My lady is the wind’s soft sigh through fields of marigolds in June;
a splendid sunset in July; a tranquil August lullaby.
She waltzes to a rhapsody which lingers in my memory.
When months of Winter’s chill ensue, I’ve bid my Lady Love adieu.
For Brian Strand's 'YOUR CHOICE (10)PERSONIFICATION ,any form,any theme'
When life is like an evanescent dewdrop,
spirits fade like ashes in a cimmerian shade
but then you smile,
enlightening like a crescent moon,
sparkling in silent serenity.
My heart floats like a sussuration of butterflies,
soaring toward an empyrean paradise of petals
yearning to stay for eternity
then you speak,
serenading like a harmonic orchestra of angels,
suddenly I feel like a blissful bard,
strumming strings of a heavenly harp.
My radiant beloved, my soul glitters for you,
like a million devoted stars, sparkling in twilight aurora.
Your voice is my sweetest abode,
a soothing sanctuary, cleansing my sins,
healing like fragrant Jasmine, dulcifying my heart,
Upon my final swan song sonnet,
do not shed a tear, for our love is timeless.
Sing me one last lover's lullaby,
even in death, your voice will be music to my ears.
Silent One
10 February 2019
In my arms you can forget your troubles
Close your eyes and leave them all behind
I’ll sway you tenderly to loving rhythms
I’ll comfort you to sweet musical perfumes
And protect you with all the serenity
Of a thousand starry midnights
Under feathery wispy lakeshore willows
That waver in cool late summer breezes
Close your eyes and leave all worries behind
posted on March 8, 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Butterfly Nebula
Far away in the night
A sky full of stars
A song full of notes
A story full of words
And, most importantly…
A poem, full of Light!
I can not leave a picture, but if I could it would be the first one. #1 at the top of the list. The Butterfly Nebula. It is lovely indeed. Although they are all incredible. Thank you for sharing them.
In restless dreams I sail the night on celestial seas
starlight guiding my way along an uncharted course
exploring constellations with consummate expertise
but it's a secret, so I'll never reveal my tour de force
Some nights I fly around the moon on diaphanous wings
landing while she sings to me, a soft lullaby in the night
then journey on my quest for love, around Saturn's rings
to find a handsome dreamer, a gallant winged bedight
I've yet to find the seraphic one to ignite my stellar flare
My dreams may only fill a scrapbook of elegiac memoirs
unless I find a Luna river whose elixir leads me to love's lair
Until then I'll be drinking from the moon and tasting the stars
Savoring the flavor of starlight before waking from my dream
Thirst quenched in the mystical waters after the moon's eclipse
Hoping to find a lover at my side, seductive eyes all agleam
whispering words of love to me before surrendering my lips
Words of Mass Destruction
Words like bullets do not have eyes, as they fly in our hearts and materialize
Deleterious breaths that we soon despise, words written in stone we idealize
Warring weaponed words that paralyze, wounding wandering words terrorize
Torpedo texts thrown to criticize, paranoid punitive parasites will pulverize
Like the Atom bomb, words are strong only use them wisely where they belong
Some create a lullaby or sweet a song, while others use them to do their wrong
Words of deception create no affection only intervene with the inflating infection
Annihilating in their corrupt convention, wary words that bring rigorous rejection
Of the negative neurotic neglect, wording witches and warlocks of their architect
Dehumanized discord of disconnect, vengeful letters lashing will always resurrect
Words can frighten as well as enlighten, some will delight in words that tighten
Words of corruption bring self-destruction, a raging ruction of a serpent seduction.
Nov.20.2017
Judgmental People And Haters
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
oh come, my dear little wee one
what a long, full day you've had
this is the last that you'll see sun
but please, now, don't you be sad
the sun, just like you, can be shy
though it may never seem in a rush
it will soon give a kiss to the sky
to say its good night with a blush
~
my dear little wee one
do not make a peep
blow a kiss to the sun
as you both welcome sleep
the moon and the stars
will dance with the morn
to spindle dreams, sweet
'til a new day is born
~
oh come, my dear little wee one
it's time to make ready for bed
the blush of the heavens has begun
just like you, its cheeks turn to red
the sun works so hard in the daytime
so it just needs to rest for a while
all day it shines bright in your playtime
but is there every morning to smile
~
my dear little wee one
don't whisper a sound
blow a kiss to the sun
you're both slumber-bound
the moon and the stars
will dance 'til you wake
to spin your dreams, sweet
to the morrow's daybreak
~
oh come, my dear little wee one
as the stars wink pink high above
find your noggin a sky's cloudy pillow
bundled warm in my blanket of love ...
~
my dear little wee one
do not parlay your cry
blow a kiss to the sun
as the eve draws nigh
the moon and the stars
will dance thru the night
to spin your dream, sweet
'til a dawning day's light ...
and remember - I love you ...
with all ... my ... might.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Nursery Rhyme 5" Poetry Contest, Eve Roper, Judge & Sponsor.