Lullaby Poems | Examples of Lullaby Poetry

I'm sorry I know you may have never been told that But you deserve it And so if nobody is gonna tell you that I will You deserve it In a world that has told us to be strong And has held us to impossibly high standards I wanted you to know that you matter And you deserved better From the world From your own I'm...

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They claimed this world, Its not what it seems to be. So it started to unravel, bursting at the seams. So I lied in a wake. Unable to slip away. So I'm begging you now go back to sleep. counting your stars while they poison your sheep. Once the wave is set it's doomed to repeat. Thats where they linger hidden within your dreams. Just waiting for...

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be an angel hush my baby close your eyes hush my darling go to sleep...

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Here we are lost in our creation, lost to all creation. Take my hand and take a look around me. just take a look around, see! Can you see the dead? The dead are all around me. The dead are all that I see. So move, Don't stop. You have to keep moving, you just have to keep moving. The dead, they walk. their...

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We met in a coffee shop off Fifth Avenue In Jersey. You were so magnetic; your eyes shone so brightly. A couple of years passed by; and our paths crossed once more through the entanglement of interwoven destiny. We both ended up in that coffee shop again. and I have to ask: Did the blue in your hair fade naturally, or did you...

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Hear Ye! the babbles of brook flowing on by. the fizzy hiss of foam floating on tide. the howls of a waterfall crying into sky. the raging roar of waves crashing on beach. the pitter-patter raps of raindrops on window panes. the splish and swish of paddles straddling lake. the tinkle taps of gentle rain showers on rooves. the guttural gurgle of water...

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cloudy consciousnesses guarding a deep blue sky a shadow or a streak cloudy consciousnesses when dark spoons up the rain the whiteout spill of wings cloudy consciousnesses like a bed each alone halo above, us fleece...

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Ariana shrugged facing Josh’s mocking clap the stringy harmonica rang acrobatically on the streetlights. He handed her a firebomb, eyes sharp as vinegar. They ran across the hot asphalt, watching the brass kite rise. Both caught in the whirlpool of the maze, they guided the trumpet, mandolin filling the air, sinking into the smokehouse. Her jacket flared,...

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First, remove the eyelids— they hold too much fiberglass. Grind streetlight into gunpowder, cut it with gravel—snort the cocaine dusk. Take the sidewalk like heretic communion, metal-flake wine, asphalt host. She blinks razors. Stars break in her clavicle. You don’t touch her—you calibrate. Banana fingers, bruised and humming, plucking vapor off the fencepost. Storm-laced teeth. Voice as hinge, breath as cordless vacuum throat tightrope over a cheap motel dirty...

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Gallop vapor folded aluminum mare resonator Sun spits decorative decimals bleeding metal Scatter the hourglass pearl crown tidewater brine dusk Tongue sings driftwood bone galleys Captain Arcaro flew sideways through time, his boots full of fishbones, his teeth tuned to minor seventh. The geese were his crew— not honking but howling, in saxophone wails and accordion rhythms. Their wings left chalk outlines on the...

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I emerge I return If I am not somewhere As I am now I am there If I was not somewhere I was there And so I emerged And I’ve returned...

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I wake up in a room full of mirrors, a funhouse of distortion where reality is blurred. I gasp, for in one of the mirrors, I see a young version of me— rocking and singing a lullaby to my newborn baby girl, with a full head of dark hair. By my side, a little boy with blue eyes and blond hair— a million-dollar family. Sighing...

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Soft as hugs, tiny hands reach out when the tall one comes to make the silly sounds. Aaro forgets the dark warm place, this new world too big. * Blinks at bright lights and strange faces. Hears songs beyond the funny noises. Wrapped snug in soft blanket folds, Aaro wiggles on. * Dropping milk bubbles on fuzzy cloth, watches shapes moving above: close enough to grab. When...

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If I were a dewdrop, I'd wish I were a blossom. If I were a blossom, I'd wish I were a butterfly. If I were a butterfly, I'd wish I were a dewdrop. Where does all the wishing end? In a little house, where there is golden honey light, a wind-kissed garden, some star-woven lullabies, and Grandmother, laying the tapestry of...

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Today I’m grateful for lullabies. Those love songs our parents sang to us each night before we slowly closed our eyes…. Those same lullabies that even now when a new days about to start still play softly in our ears and soothe our waking heart ...

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