Woman Lullaby Poems

Children's Poems II - Lullabies

These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. 



Sappho's Lullaby
by Michael...

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Date:  March  2051

3 days until April:
Flight time 3:05 afternoon--  IN flight 
"Dolly and Molly fumbled in their
Seat to achieve comfort. "Ooo does
This...

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Tainted schemes
distorted dreams
things you want
you should let them be
aint got no time for secomd glance
loves like ours
full of second chances
get it right
but don't take this...

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From one scorned woman to another,
no need to ponder, here's an idea.
When he comes back home by 'noon,
prepare his favourite scrumptious food.
Mix the laxatives with...

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These are lullabies I have written as poems. 

Midnight Lullaby
by Michael R. Burch

I.
A measureless rhythm rules the night—
few have heard it,
but I have shared it,
and...

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I heard a drum beat 
in my soul,
beckoning me 
to your door.

Then I heard
a drum beat 
in head my head,
beckoning me 
to your bed.

There is...

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You pop my heart     so heavily    to the rhythm of
        ...

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Final Lullaby
by Michael R. Burch

for my mother, Christine Ena Burch

Sleep peacefully—for now your suffering’s over.

Sleep peacefully—immune to all distress,
like pebbles unaware of raging waves.

Sleep peacefully—like...

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Sappho's Lullaby
by Michael R. Burch

for Jeremy

Hushed yet melodic, the hills and the valleys
sleep unaware of the nightingale's call
while the dew-laden lilies lie
listening, 
glistening...
this is their...

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the ambiance of my rhythm
soars with my rhyme,
feeling the intensity of why
i can’t live without my muse-
for there are heights yet
needed to be reached,
inspiration craved...

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Little Applegate woman look at what your life 
Has grown up to be
Your world created from the raindrops
That glisten as far as you can see
Your...

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I knew that a baby was hid in that house, 
Though I saw no cradle and heard no cry; 
But the husband was tip-toeing 'round...

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Flowers - she knows will always die
She never lets them see her cry.
Unnatural smile and hot tea
Obviously - she’s so happy
Watering them when they aren’t...

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Lullaby 1

to the sailor of gentle soul
soft feathers cross night skies
and all brief moments of tenderness
spent like pennies in an arcade
he afloat, as a curl...

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The night air with owls cry invitation of canopies of writers to write the 
Days using the night pen jolting candle to the candidates aspiring...

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