Long Lullaby Poems
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You are meaning to it all
Your eyes, my favourite stars
Your voice, sound of melodious-lullaby
And your smile, the grace of moon with curve
This is the joy I've longed for all life
With edges and curves i can't explain
Your beauty is my must-have for a happy life
Life is a smooth sail with you on board
Your presence, a worthwhile essence
For predators that dated us; we still made it
We survived, thrived and now we have joy
Eventually true love walked in
Eventually divine mercy brought you to me
Now i have a song to write
Now i have someone to love
Now i have someone that truly loves.
Darkness devours my miserly despondent room.
Wide windows covered shutting all luminous light
A taciturn thief that stole even the stars.
I sigh, a sudden suffering, it steals my sorrow from my eyes.
“The Darkened Sky Stole My Tears.”
She had left for good, no reason given.
Sorrowful soreness cling to my weary heart.
I feel a dreadful dirge hurting inside my breast,
My humble heart dances a worthless wake.
And still no sign of a flash of light in the dark.
My heart beats an echo of an illogic rhythm.
A mournful lullaby comes and goes in my head.
I curse the hush of darkened air, desperate echoes.
The mournful dirge suddenly flickers light
Through louvers and then I find my dreadful tears.
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A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK
Poem written for and submitted to “When My Life Changed” Poetry Contest, Kai Micheal Neumann, sponsor.
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Early morning, sun dripping gold over weathered fences.
I was running, feet rhythmically striking the pavement.
Then a sudden jolt, my foot caught in a yawning crack.
I remember the gasp, the sharp intake of breath.
The sky spun, a dizzying blur of blue.
The asphalt, bitter and gritty, greeted me.
Pain erupted, my sturdy ribs shattering like porcelain dreams.
My taut and athletic back, now a crumpled map of hurt.
My shoulder, a tattered sail, flapping in the wind.
I lay on the ground, a helpless marionette with frayed strings.
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Underneath fluorescent glow of the emergency room, the bright white sheets
embraced me.
The air was thick with antiseptic, the scent of fear mingling with shock.
I succumbed to the lullaby of anesthesia, the world fading to a distant hum.
I dreamt of running—a memory wrapped in gauze and quiet longing.
The surgeons cut and stitched, the confluence of metal and skill.
After, I lived in a cocoon of pain and immobility, counting the months of
physical therapy.
Months stretched like silent shadows, the world outside a blur .
I, a statue, saw the seasons change—my body and spirit temporarily
tethered to the earth.
I still remember the freedom of running, the wind in my hair, the earth
beneath my feet.
Now I find solace in walking, each stride a careful sigh, a bittersweet
reminder of what I lost.
The world feels foreign, though, my back a crooked spine of broken dreams,
three inches lost to gravity, the weight of time pressing down.
I reflect upon the journey, the scars on my skin, and the lessons learned
in quiet moments.
I am a different sort of strong now, hunched over, but unbroken, moving
forward with faith and grace—one step at a time.
You are like my mesmerizing lullaby
You soothe my body…warming me like blankets
You make me die all the time when you prepare to fly
You are making me daydream without ruthless regrets
Your powers are amazing! You can even teach me to fight
With Your thundering might,
You melt away my impassive heart…
Like a candle, scorching with fright
You are like the merry midnight sky
But our merriness broke loose when you waved bye-bye to our friendship
You make me cry in high spirits time and time again…when I receive your reply!
You are inspiring me to take wing like an eagle, but I lost my grip
My emotions are roaming freely…someday I’ll reach to heaven’s height
With your mind-blowing sight,
You shun out the anxiety brewing in my tender heart
Like a dandy candle…a wish that won’t depart
An echo of footsteps fill the serene salty air,
muffled thuds like faint taps in slow motion,
moving in a somber sonata over a creaking pier.
The bitter breeze is a harbinger of forthcoming storms,
but in an empty promenade the silence is soothing.
My anchor heart finds comfort at the sun shimmering,
upon a lullaby of waves calming the senses,
I lose my thoughts, almost forget myself,
as they softly caress moist sands,
sinking deep into trodden grains,
each ripple touching my hollow soul
like messengers of prophecies,
with sweet premonitions of pleasure and treasure,
but some resemble embers eternally burning,
leaving behind a directory of debris,
engraving intensely, as each fragment
weighs me down like burdens from a wreckage.
The mind ponders,
how I am a northern shore
whilst my life is a southern coastline.
What could have been and what will be,
what is mine and what is not,
what I actually deserve and what I have got.
In these internal fragilities,
we are like estuaries without an embankment.
But in this stillness the sunset is evidence
how the end can be graceful.
I gaze towards the ceaseless seas,
wishing the tide could carry me away,
but I am a broken boat left to rot
upon cold sands on a winters day.
Sunday Scribble
The days of summer grow nigh
hear the soft breezes lullaby
September beckons autumns call
but you alone my heart enthralls
The glaze of natures colors endear
I hunger for you to be near
Time fades as if but a dream
as we embrace like lovers on the silver screen
My September love you capture my soul
please dont abondan me alone and cold
The days fall short the nights grow long
you are my love my eternal song
I shall return please wait for me
your touch I crave and always need
This cannot become a fantasy fling
My September love to you I cling
September love your beautiful with grace
in my mind forever is etched your lovely face
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'
Every my step is a sensitive move
They reveal all my attention to you
I know that you deserve
To achieve a needed perfection
You make me feel like home
There’s no monsters under my bed
I had "peter pan" syndrome
Now your body is in my head
Please touch my gently
Whisper my name in my ear
Listen to my heart intently
I’m here, kiss and hold me
Every my word is mellifluous
Tastes like honey and cherry pie
I know it’s obvious, you are the reason of me flying high
Your love inspire me,
other call is “the meaning of life”
Flourish like a green bay tree
You are my personal lullaby
I’m gonna keep your piece
So relax and close your eyes
We’re going to chase the clouds
There is so much I would love to change
I think about it all the time
with a bit of regret
believing I could have taken the pen and written,
then perhaps the story would have changed
Now that time has locked me into a loop
I'd step back to that day when my eyes felt blurry
first, I would look at the baby photos
remembering in the future, they had burned down like old love letters,
from a soldier who died in battle,
fragile like they were never meant to be lost, like they deserved a different fate
I would whisper to younger me
I would tell her, wake mommy up
and I would say this with tears
remembering how she had turned into ashes
And hopefully, when time finally closes its loop
I would wake up with a better tomorrow
with her voice singing my favorite lullaby
with the smell of her scent that I never seemed to forget
and in every embrace afterward,
I would hold her tighter.
Seek to thrill fest with happy plots,
Attend to jest to jazz your lot.
Seek then to know a certain feel,
Intent now grows as flavours spill.
Seek that fond light that shows you how,
Transcend mere sight right here and now.
Seek stillness here in surge of peace,
Claim profound cheer in charming ease.
Seek the unknown deep in your core.
Vivid feel owns sense beyond more.
Seek to live love with kindness true,
Ascend above vain human hues.
Seek to feel grace as faith sculpts hope.
Embrace each face that reveal scope.
Seek deeper strains that lie within,
Joy beyond pain waits you unseen.
Seek to be kind to all you meet,
Truth is not blind but ever greets.
Seek to change hearts with love that heals,
Yes you can start with fine goodwill.
Leon Enriquez
22 January 2016
Singapore