Baby Lullaby Poems | Examples
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Midnight Lullaby
by Michael R. Burch
I.
A measureless rhythm rules the night—
few have heard it,
but I have shared it,
and its secret is mine.
To put it into words
is as to extract the sweetness from honey
and must be done as gently
as a butterfly cleans its wings.
But when it is captured, it is gone again;
its usefulness is only
that it lulls to sleep.
II.
So sleep, my love, to the cadence of night,
to the moans of the moonlit hills'
bass chorus of frogs, while the deep valleys fill
with the nightjar’s shrill, cryptic trills.
But I will not sleep this night, nor any …
how can I—when my dreams
are always of your perfect face
ringed by soft whorls of fretted lace,
framed by your tear-drenched pillowcase?
"Midnight Lullaby" has been set to music by the award-winning New Zealand composer David Hamilton.
Keywords/Tags: lullaby, lullabies, music, musical, song, child, children, childhood, baby, babies, midnight, night, rhythm, sleep
Lullaby Baby, good night
The Moon is right by your side
Lullaby Baby, sleep tight
And enjoy a Moonlight ride
Lullaby Baby, sweet dreams
The Stars twinkle in your eyes
Lullaby Baby, it seems
You take the Stars by surprise
rose-covered blankets
tuck infants in
honey-tongued lyrics
fall on soft skin
eyelids so smooth
shut ever-so-lightly
angel wings soothe
whisk away nightly
be an angel
hush
my baby
close your eyes
hush
my darling
go to sleep
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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 contently, I hold them close to me.
A muffled sound—sobbing—is heard in the distance,
the sound alarmingly familiar.
The mother sobs uncontrollably,
her graying hair and lines on her face
reveal a much older version of myself,
clutching to her heart
a picture of a beautiful, brown-eyed girl with dimples.
In the mirror, she reads: RIP.
The mirror doesn’t lie.
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 sleep comes, Aaro takes a deep breath
and dreams away.
*
Sees a big face smiling in the light,
hiding then appearing with a "peek-a-boo."
Such a nice game, thinks Aaro,
it makes the big one laugh too.
*
Eyes will not stay on one thing
and wander to new colours instead:
ceiling fan spinning round and round;
herself, Aaro, a small wonder
known by warm arms.
*
Milk fills her tiny tummy. Coos escape
from lips still learning to smile.
Sleep comes to Aaro's eyes; her fingers,
wherever they reach, find something to hold.
*
A soft blanket against skin; her world,
sound-filled, simple as now.
Her cries heard always, Aaro babbles to herself
as she discovers everything new.
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 tomorrow on the sandalwood table.
And Aarohi, Aarohi, sitting at that table,
eyes sparkling like monsoon rain on lotus leaves,
wishing to be there.
Hush now, my little one, close your eyes
And drift off to sleep, under starry skies
Let your dreams take you to faraway lands
Where the sun always shines, and the sea is like glass
The flowers are blooming, the birds always sing
The fairies are dancing on gossamer wings
The world is so magic in this fairyland place
And you can be anything, what a wonderful space
So close your eyes tightly, as I sing you to sleep
I'll watch over you, my little one, my sweet
In this lullaby dreamland of love and of light
My darling child, everything will be alright
Hush now, my little one, let your troubles fade away
As you drift off to sleep in this enchanted bay
Just remember that I'm here for you, always by your side
As we journey together through the night, in our dreams we'll abide
So rest now, my little one, in peaceful slumber deep
For tomorrow's another day full of wonder and sleep
A muffled hum,
a lullaby of blood,
a gentle, pulsing wave.
Warmth like a silken sea,
swallowing,
cradle and cocoon.
Light, a shifting dream,
a world beyond,
soft as spun wool.
Tiny limbs,
curled tight,
seeking rhythm,
an unknown dance.
The pressure,
a symphony of pushes,
a grand crescendo.
Then,
a sudden rush of cold.
Air, crisp and sharp,
a gasp, a cry,
a bursting into being.
Eyes, blurry at first,
then focusing,
on the kaleidoscope of colours:
sunlight, a shimmering halo,
a face,
a moonlit smile.
The universe,
an explosion of sensations:
textures, scents,
sounds weaving a symphony.
A tiny hand,
reaching out,
to grasp, to hold,
to connect.
Heartbeats
a synchronised symphony.
This life,
a chorus of beginnings,
unfolding in a breathtaking aria.
My sweet little baby, don’t you cry,
You are Mommy’s sweetie pie.
I love you a bushel and a peck,
And a big hug around the neck.
I love you to the moon and back,
Even more than a duck that goes quack-quack.
But most of all, I love you morning and night,
And I love you with all my all might.
Let me whisper in your ear,
I love you there, everywhere, but most of all I love you here.
Now close your eyes and go to sleep,
Dream of puppy dogs and bahbah little white sheep.
My Fair Lady Lidja--disquiet--sigh
Limit thine opinions, my Lord Miltrose,
Thy intent fails midst tardily shadows
Albeit findeth tis aid satisfy
Ahh! My Lord Sir Gilroy, tis nice surprise
Twill thine fair milieu idle pitched moist lips
Delivery thrills with a smile post scripts
Admittedly the id did simplify
A lady said the incident eclipse
Ships neither sink nor swim in tranquil Springs
Flights robins and whipper-o-willow wings'
Claims to an anointing gift rectify
Blessings of an innocent child ... heartstrings
Mildly midst millennium ... a voice sings ...
“My Lord’s-in-waiting, beseech thy favor
an ear and harken of woven words will
of a lifetime breathes I, here and now,
True Lord in Waiting in time and place
for us to be … somewhere, someplace,
… for all time."
We heard the baby crying and when we arrived upon the scene
the two of us felt blessed…
as we watched a mother pick up her baby
and hold her to her chest.
And as that mother rocked back and forth
the way a summer breeze slowly, gently moves a swing…
in a park under a clear blue sky…she began to sing.
A soft and soothing song…we both found mystifying.
Her baby must have agreed because she eventually stopped crying.
We whispered to the mother…
What a sweet and beautiful song…
And, after smiling at her sleeping babe,
the two of us moved along.
It’s been days now since that moment
and even though we are apart…
that song sung by the mother still echoes in my heart.
And every time I hear it…I feel just as blessed..
as I remember that moment when a mother held her baby to her chest.
And where…in a park under a sunny deep blue sky
I was a witness to the magic…and the beauty
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 a tender lay,
A serenade to rock you tight,
Under the watchful eye of night.
Beneath the cosmos' endless sprawl,
The world is hushed, a serene shawl,
Embracing all in slumber's hold,
While dreams for you, the universe unfolds.
The night's embrace, a tender lull,
As stars and moon in beauty mull,
The precious gift of you, asleep,
In dreams where all your treasures keep.
So, close your eyes, my cherub bright,
Let go of day, embrace the night,
In my embrace, your soul at ease,
Sleep, my love, with the world, in peace.
For in this moment, time stands still,
In the quietude, we find our will,
To dream, to love, to be as one,
Until the morning breaks, my sweet one.
Two wonders,
born into our lives twelve and
ten years ago.
A girl and a boy,
my grandchildren,
in the little house in Haw Creek,
I held them less than a year old
as they slept on my chest,
as I walked them up and down
the creaking wooden floor hallway.
Soft lullabies, baby board books,
spontaneous laughter so endearing.
Their drawings in chalk on concrete,
playing in their yard of all seasons,
watching His birds raise their young,
being the blessed Lord's creations themselves.
Oh, years, can you slow down some?
My daughter, son-in-law, and I,
we love their precious youth.
In the priceless art of children,
their drawings in chalk on concrete,
etched across our hearts. ~
Oliver you are a beautiful baby
That God had create you in his image
And also you are one of God's children
Also God love you without limits
When you are hungry your mother will breastfeed you
Don't you worry Oliver because you mother wont let you starve
Also you will have lots of naps in the afternoon
Oliver you are a chubby baby
But I am sure it will end one day
You mother sings a lullaby to put you to sleep
And that helps to put you to sleep
I believe that you love music Oliver