Cradle Poems - Poems about Cradle

Forged in the cradle of crumbling stone, The river murmured like an elder's song, A silver thread through earth’s old bones, Unraveling what never should belong. Like lightning shaped in liquid skin, It laced through logs and shattered pride, No war was waged against the din, Just gentle strength that slipped beside. Over time, I’ve clung to rigid dreams, Iron branches in...

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veiled innocence gazing charm rich rewarding motherhood watching aware unaware surprising calm gladdened too receipt of pain gift from Lord 'The cradle' - rocks any mother...

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A haunting past that trails behind, An unnerving shadow that fails to blend. The harrowing voices that curve the bend, Sending your sanity off to the other end. The gleaming red eyes that tend to blind, The long veiny hands stretched out to lend. One that offers an ironic life to bade, The other that offers prosperity to the dead. A single screech...

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Have you seen, with no word, The immense, cold voids ,among the slender, patient buds, Received hollow seeds? Have you beheld the earth Lay the masks of dreams upon itself, And like a sullen cradle, Crush them within its embrace? Have you seen the old children, Pitching their tents upon the graves of young mothers, On that day when mist Wept upon the bloodied bridal bed...

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I spotted an object from afar it was drifting towards the east And the ocean current was flowing towards me and I could feel the pull of something bigger than me extracting my energy, and for a brief moment my whole body was heavy as lead and I felt as if I was dead,...

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Far afar, in the lush meadow, a tiny Daffodil once dwelt. Two steadfast arms enfolded it- their wings unfurled, a cradle of shade and whispers. But, But all hopes are gone. The Sighing Winds carry silence now, and the Daffodil leans forever, a memory etched in the Earth. It is all now a dream, To dwell with them, But, but He will be glad, in a pure, new world!...

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At birth, you opened your door wide, My homeland – my golden cradle, my pride. You give my spirit wings to soar, How can I sing your praises more? Your soft embrace, like a fluffy bed, May my nation grow, may it be widespread! In your embrace, I feel so free, Living a life of blissful glee. Every day spent within your grace, My...

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Listening to the whispers of my soul Allowing my heart to open A deep inhale through my nose Cool air surrounds me A pause A full exhale, letting my belly expand Collective grief permeates the air Multitudes of people crying silent tears The masses wear cement backpacks Their footsteps imprinting deep sorrow Into the wailing land I send my light out through my heart I listen to...

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Nobody wants to see me down like I wants to see me up. —The Unsinkable Molly Brown (Debbie Reynolds as Molly) Her cradle rocked upon the sea. Unbreakable was Molly Brown. Icebergs, she dreamt; the meaning, key. Her cradle rocked upon the sea. The lullaby amidst debris. The infant sleeps, as cries fall down. Her cradle rocked upon the sea. Unbreakable was Molly Brown. ...

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The search Names all experience: Discomfort searching for comfort Poverty searching for more Death searching for life Unsweetened searching for sweetening The not-yet searching for already And on and on.. Then there is that star and The cradle......

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You beckon me at midnight's toll, Through scratches at my wooden door; With gentle whimpers, I console, While you, my Eevee, wanting more. The San Juan night looms dark and deep, Your black and white fur catching light; Since lockdown's day I vowed to keep You safe through every lonely night. The midnight hour creeps to three, My weary eyes grow heavy now; Yet as...

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Poets from cradle to grave By Michelle Morris 04/11/2024 We all need poetry It's something our souls yearn for We may not even recognise it This feeling of needing inspiration For this world is awfully busy Filling itself with busyness People running here and there Not realising that this moment is a gift Maybe we need to slow down...

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High above the madness in the cradle of your arms In the stillness of the morning before the break of dawn Welcoming the new day with a deep breath from my soul Devastated by the mercy and the mystery of it all......

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In the tranquil embrace of twilight's grace, Hush, little one, the stars trace A path of shimmering, silver light, Cradling you through the velvet night. Moonbeams pirouette, a celestial ballet, Whispering sweet nothings as they play Upon your downy head, so dear, Lulling you into dreams, crystal clear. The willow's branches, they do sway, As zephyrs hum...

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In the depths of twilight, in the cradle of shadows that rest on the windowsill, I call you to a mysterious reunion, Where silent lamps pour their gentle glow On the tender lines sculpted by time. Forgive me for the longing that calls you in silent whispers, Invoking vivid memories like the blossomed wrinkle on your cheek. Awaken the dormant forest...

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