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Arisa Mar 2
I need baby bars on my bed
To keep me from falling
On my head.

- Sincerely, I'm a wild dreamer.
I wake up in the morning on the floor. I need help.
Max Feb 26
It's time to sleep, my honeygirl
to close your pretty eyes
You stare into the ceiling
as if into the skies

The sand of sleep in all good children's eyes -
- an anxious flame in yours
And there has never been a night
when i could see them closed

Each day you wake up full of life -
- at nights you do not breathe
Is it an illness or a ghost
that we are dealing with?

It's Christmas day now, Madeleine,
to God above I pray
to send you dreams sweet like yourself
and take disease away

My poor girl Madeleine, sleep tight tonight
mad-mad-mad-Madeleine
Jayesh Sharma Feb 21
A red lamp glows in the corner of the room..
The clock is ticking  and its time  to leave..
Her eyes are shut and breathing is innocent..
Like a sleeping child in a cradle, her lips smile soft,
with a streak of golden hair across her face.

I dont want to wake her up, she looks angelic..
I dont want to dissapear.. without kissing her goodbye..
I knew what I had to do.. I knew what was right ..

The golden streak of hair is in place now..
The lids open to reveal the glittering eyes
which look at me with a glowing smile on her lips..

The sound of the ticking clock fades away..
The time didn't freeze but it didn't matter anymore..
my arms wrapped around her, she goes back to sleep..
Like a child in a cradle...
Poetic T Feb 17
abandoned silence
forfeiting creations cradle  

our morality
ryn Oct 2018
Wish I could cradle you.

I’d keep the nightmares

and heavy thoughts away.

I’d hold you close

and lull you to sleep.



Alas I hold you

but with demon arms.
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018


Cradle each day of life within
your years


What better way to start the day than with a poem? Morning everyone! ^-^
Even when you're facing hardships, be grateful that your still here!
Treasure each day, both good and bad.
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Brandon Conway Aug 2018
Oh lustrous new moon
how you cradle the old

like

Aphrodite humming a soft tune
cradling Adonis whom grows so cold
Poetry Aug 2018
Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe
Danielle Jul 2018
Well, there had been a tree
All soft gray trunk,
Crawling with snails after the rain,
And carved with symbols of naïve love.
You couldn’t climb the branches to the sky,
But they could cradle you as you watched the world go by.
Sadly when I came back to live with my parents after my break up the tree was gone. I think that it had been hit by lightning and they had to remove it. I had been looking forward to seeing the names that had been carved into it again.
cait-cait May 2018
i put the baby in it’s cradle ,
and watch it as
it sleeps ,

you sit and watch tv in the room
two over
and think i love you back .

outside, the
sky fogs blue and the streetlights
shine bright orange —

you never went without a home.

it shows.
.
.
this is a combination of what it was probably like to be my parents and my alternate ending. Lol
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