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the soft falling rain
didst lull sleepers to slumber
with their restful drops
Jon Thenes Nov 2019
most nights
you decant into my head wounds
you suggest my makeup
orchestrate my being
and sometimes
for fun
prank me with ridiculous ideas
that inspire some absurd social pratfall

lure

you make me warm and sure of myself
struck and sense numbed
but
floss in the memory

tide

i am a Diving Suit
but in misuse
i am a suit
the pressure
the deep ocean
filled from the inside
cold
darkness
and nutrients  
but
i am filled from the inside

pipette
you tap drops
into special valves
along the sides of the aquarium helmet
you decorate my inner-scape
with harvesting monsters
and phosphorescence
you deteriorate the textile of my sadness
a thorough jettison

lull

via your Vegas
your adolescence
i follow your string of lights
deep sea
skiving mortality
embracing your malady
with no ill effects ?
sink deeper still
i am leadened
to your charge
and plumb to your will
deeper
Diána Bósa Apr 2019
whispering city
blaring-chattering fountains
weeping train-tunnels
in prayer, I am taking
the one - thy name: my silence
before the storm did ensue
a calming lull was present
thence whisking winds picked up
as the lightning struck
ryn Jul 2018
Seek the voice of the wind
that blows so silent,

between the song
of the soaring gull.

Seek the quiet
between your breaths,

and you shall find me
unseen but skimming the lull.
jcl Apr 2018
Thoughts— my head as their axis
I lie on bed sleepless and stiff
My mom always says
"Count down to lull yourself"

One hundred
I remember holding you
And how our skin drifted
As what I feared but never anticipated

Ninety-nine
With you, every stars align
Our hands gracefully entwined
But how could they keep me confined?

Ninety-eight
Puzzled minds collate
The same minds that rotate
Turning around, finding their fate

Ninety-seven
This is how you bet and always win
How you bet and leave me thinkin'
How do I win to make us even?

Ninety-six
I find myself falling into your tricks
The sweetest ones but never the realest
They made me sane then made me sick

Ninety-five
I'm the bee protecting my hive
From you, the bear,
trying to steal what keeps me alive

Ninety-four
I've got a lot to explore
More on your unspoken gestures
You shut your eyes, when you mean the door

Ninety-three
I dive into you when you're a vast sea
While your tide is tossing me
Slowly setting me free

Ninety-two
If you are one shade of hue
You are neither red nor blue
Your are the color that symbolizes adieu

Ninety-one
With my flowing shirt and messy hair bun
You utter words that left me stunned
You end it all when it's undone

Ninety
Mom, this is not letting me sleep but is killing me
If I reach one, I'd greet the sun dreadfully
Is counting down to sleep really an agony?
K Balachandran Nov 2017
a lull in the rain,
from distance that hum again;
a narrow passage!
Maria Etre Sep 2017
The nightingale
sang a song
of sorrow
that the night
changed to a lullaby
every time
lovers wished upon
the stars
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