Best Lullabye Poems
Whisper
Soft lullabies
A mother's melody
Soothingly shushes fretful cries
Precious.
Kim Merryman
For nette onclaud's Melody of Cinquain contest 2nd place win
9/8/11
For PD's 2nd place winners contest
Close your eyes my darlin' girl,
day is done, time for dreams to unfurl.
Dream of pretty ponies p r a n c i n g by,
of fairies and princesses as well,
maybe even visit Tinkerbelle.
Dream of having wings to f l y
then soar through rainbow tinted sky,
up where angels dwell.
higher
higher,
rising
Angels will keep watch
as you dream your sweetest dreams
cocooned in loves warm mantle.
Sleep, my darlin', sleep
until morning rises fair.
Follow your dreams where they lead.
9/28/16
For Laura Loo's Three Style II contest
Tied for 2nd Place
The earth is moving slowly on its axle.
The sun is swiftly making his retreat.
Everyone begins to relax a little
and softly, sweetly, slowly drift to sleep.
The coyote is tucking her young under covers
because the night is cool after the days heat.
Aren't they happy they have a loving mother
as they softly, sweetly, slowly drift to sleep?
The lonely owl tucks himself behind leaves
as the nosy creatures in the forest look.
All find shelter in the knots of the trees
while the fish huddle together in the brook.
One and all gather up their little ones
and count them and put them to bed
and ask God to keep them forever young
so they can always take care of them.
And now I ask the stars above them
if they could watch over my children for me.
May they dream of how much I love them
as they softly, sweetly, slowly drift to sleep.
Simply be, My child.
Simply, be My child.
Go to sleep
My little one
The Sun has gone to bed
Time to wish upon a star
And rest your weary head
Come lay your ear on my breast
Lets snuggle for awhile
And listen as you drift away
To the sandman calling to you
I'll kiss your head and tuck you in
I'll say a tiny prayer for your soul
As you prepare tonight
For tomorrows light
Another day of fun
rain on a tin roof
songs sung by angels on high
summer's lullabye
the simple looks on peoples
faces when they know they are going to die.
The looks of wonder in their eyes when they look up
in the sky.
The look of determination as they give all they
can give.
the dreadful thought sinks in their minds
Just one life to live.
Rock-a-bye starlets where the Swan flies.
Like earthly Sun, your day will arise.
Bright shall you reign, before your light dies.
So shine in your cradle high in the skies.
Cygnus OB2, the place you dwell
cozily clustered in cloudy shell,
houses a host of oldsters as well,
all with their own stellar story to tell.
With infrared and optic display
coronas viewed through Chandra X-ray
are shown in hues to image portray
five thousand light-years far, in Milky Way.
This source sidereal seems to be
nearer to earthlings relatively
than other founts astronomers see
amid the fruits of their deep scrutiny.
Ofttimes we weary of worlds below,
marvel at sights the heavens bestow,
long for domains beyond those we know,
then might our fancy fly to that tableau.
Rock-a-bye starlets, in cradle nigh.
Your vision splendid gladdens the eye
of dreamers lost who gaze at the sky
wonderingly, with a wish and a sigh…
~ Harley White
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Inspiration for the poem was from article with video and image at Chandra site ~ “Cygnus OB2: Probing a Nearby Stellar Cradle”…
More info from article ~ “A Nearby Stellar Cradle” at NASA site…
Further influence in the crafting of the stanzas derived from ‘Rock-a-bye Baby’, which is a nursery rhyme and lullaby.
Also, Article with image from NASA ~ “A Nearby Stellar Cradle”…
If I was to die tomorrow would you mourn me today?
Would you hold me close,
and soak my skin with tears of regret?
Would you kiss my heart,
but not my lips willing me to live?
Would you break my bleeding heart pounding in my ears?
Or?
Would we dance in the rain,
and make love under the moonlight?
Would you leave me breathless,
and bleeding living for today?
Would you hold me close,
and whisper soft, secrets of the unknown?
Would you caress my skin,
and sing me a sweet lullabye as I drift off to my new life?
If I die tomorrow, Do not mourn me today.
Lets live for every second and celebrate our life.
For when tomorrow comes and I drift away,
I will begin my new life to your soft caress and our sweet Lullabye.
Lithsome little lass of mine – always laughing -
lingering outside, you luxuriate in sun’s last light.
I see you leap gleefully in the field lush with lilies.
My silly daffodil, you long to pluck the last rays of twilight!
Can I lure my darling lamb inside with luscious lemon pie?
Let me bathe you, Lilah. Later, the night shall surely creep.
Lay your sleepy head, Love, on the pillow; listen as I sing
a lilting melody to lull my lovely little girl to sleep.
Dec. 12, 2020 N/A in Alliteration contest
for Brian Strand's Podium Placing Promise(3) Poetry Contest
Lullabye
All smelling sweet with powder and of milk
‘Tis time to cuddle in your cosy bed
Mid golden hair that feels like watered silk
Are kisses showered on your curly head
Now comes the hour when soft the lamplight glows
And casts an evening shadow on the wall
Your baby cheeks are lightly brushed with rose
No more the dew from drowsy eyelids fall
So hush now babe there is no fear of harm
To dreamland, drifting slowly, you will creep
The hands that hold you closely, safe and warm
Will rock you gently til you fall asleep
The clear blue eyes in peaceful slumber close
And little baby sleeps in sweet repose
LET ME SING YOU A LULLABYE
To the child that was in the womb for nine months
But never had a chance to breath the breath of life
You are a angel in heaven
Let me sing you a lullabye
To the child that hungers for love
But only has known abuse of their innocense
I pray you are found and given a hug
Let me sing you a lullabye
To the child that is hidden somewhere
Waiting and wonders why hasn't anyone found them
I pray you are found and set free
Let me sing you a lullabye
To the child that was playing outside
A accident took their life too soon
I pray for you peace and hearts go out to the families
Let me sing you a lullabye
Everyday we cannot escape it, always on the news
SO SAD, WHY, a tragic story
I can only want to hold you so softy and comfort you
Sing to you a lullabye
Written by: Debra M. Falgout
Hush little baby, it’s all right,
Go on and get some sleep tonight.
I will be here when you rise.
Go on and rest your weary eyes.
Hush little baby, don’t make a sound,
Remember me when I’m not around.
I am watching you where you lie.
Quiet little baby, please don’t cry.
Hush little baby, don’t make a move,
Your body is mine to sooth.
Take a breath, release it slow.
I will be with you wherever you go.
Hush little baby, hold on tight,
I'll love you with all my might.
I promise you that I will wait.
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Date: 06/04/2019
Which kids long to hear a sweet lullabye...
when they are cuddled up in their beds,
when the vagrant moon won't shine on them to make them sigh?
Would you say they are those being loved by caring parents?
Not at all...orphans with many needs do!
They have dreamed of that mellow sound
as long as they can remember, and 'though they were fearful infants,
those memories were recalled vividly by their mind;
and they are very sad and unforgettable, too...
ask them about their disappointment, you'll surely witness their tears!
Orphanages aren't great places for children to dwell in,
and frustration and anger echo within those walls of silent pain,
where the outside world cannot hear them and alleviate them...
but curious faces peek through window screens and dream!
Let's sing them a sweet lullabye, so that they can sleep
under a vigilant moon and begin weaving their dream;
let's give them a memorable night as the nightingales revere their smiles
as they mimic that melody to make their young hearts rhapsodize!
Let's sing them a sweet lullabye, not just for one night, but for many...
and would they want to turn back time and be solicitous and solitary?