Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Come here darling
Don’t be afraid
Im here to keep the darkness away
Kisses and hugs
Are wonderful things
I shall give you both so you can laugh and play
A shoulder to cry on
An ear to listen
Patience and love is all you require
Don’t  cry now
Please tell me whats wrong
I can help with tears, that’s all I desire
I am always here dearest one
Don’t stop living
Don’t stop shining
Your time of anxiety is hereby done
My girlfriend needed a lullaby to help with her anxiety. this is what i came up with.
 Jul 2015 Doofinity
Chris
~

I was having a dream…

you were lying next to me
soundly asleep
in our soft bed,
satin sheets
and goose down pillows
as the sun began to rise
painting our room in shades
of apricot and tangerine

I was holding you
gently in my arms,
feeling your heart beat,
mesmerized by rhythmic breaths,
gazing upon your enchanting face
as dawn’s blushing glow
illumined your beauty,
falling in love all over again

When you slowly woke,
opening those maple sugar eyes,
finding me watching you
and smiled the most
beautiful smile I had ever seen
as I whispered
“Good morning beautiful”

And I didn’t want it to end
but it did as I awoke,

sensing the morning sunshine
through closed eyelids
and upon opening them
found you staring at me
with that beautiful smile
and when you whispered
“Good morning handsome”

I knew right then and there
my dream would be never-ending
Good morning beautiful
 Jul 2015 Doofinity
WARM WINTER
I am earth
But i am galaxy.

I am the star walking through the night with a fire flaming fervent.
Humble servant,
i see why you talk less now, there is more to see that way.
Humble servant.
I'm tired of seeking worldly validation,
it is only by the earth and the elements that i am to live by.

Humble servant,
what is this warm sleet that seeps from my core ?
could it be that Divine substance they call poetry?,
if so how is it so fulfilling yet it leaves me yearning for more?
how is it intangible but yet i feel it with every fiber of my being?

if i am to harness it's elegant power,
will i be overwhelmed into broken poetry pieces?

Oh the irony of being placed in a reality to dream..
be patient my dream, be patient,
even in death you do not die.

Cloud Atlas Sextet

March 17th 2015
Next page