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I feel her stir and stroke her hand.
My plan is to sedate her, gently bait her to sleep,
Just a while longer, to somewhere deep,
Where she can keep to her dreams and in those dreams recede.

The seams of this island
Are too fragile for her agile hands.
When she wakes, she shakes mountains,
And tangles the sky by the locks of her hair.
And sighs of rain—alert, at her thunderous applause—
May as well be daggers for the damage they cause.
We’d barely survived her, so I now lay beside her.
I wrap her in lullabies, so life may thrive despite her.

I feel her stir, and stroke her hand.
There was only ever this feeble plan.
The seas are calm; it’s barely dawn.
I hold my breath and she slumbers on.
This poem was written after Hurricane María  ravaged Puerto Rico in 2017. It denotes my fruitless desperation to control the uncontrollable. It's one of my first.. I hope you enjoy it.
s a m Aug 17
Indigo sky faded
when lightning flashed
to call thunders.

With rumbling sounds
and earthy smell,
spring rain begins.

Singing me lullabies
from the crying
dark gray heaven.
POEMS OF THE RAIN, Copyright © 2020
Sam N. de la Rosa
All Rights Reserved.
romy Jul 29
The hair on my pillow isn't mine
I still think of how fast time went by
Your side of the bed remains intertwined
with hopeful tears and tainted smiles

Sleepless nights, unsung lullabies
faint memories kept in photographs
with the sun in my eyes
and freckled-cheeks wrinkled by endless laughs

My candy-coated nightmares of you
dancing with monsters and angels
singing with the devil
interrupted by your hair on my pillow
Eva Jun 15
once your heart
cannot keep you alive,
and you've got no
tears to cry...
you'll rely on death
for lullabies.
Michael Marro Jan 20
A melody of joy profound
A hymn that calls the heart
A chorus whose echoes resound
For a love that will never part
Serendipity Nov 2019
There's a deep state of disruption
caused by deep chords
buzzing music
so loud
that you can
feel it in your soul
your chest pounds
to beat sounds,
and liquor bottle
lullabies.
ALesiach Jul 2019
You were planned from the start
You, my little one
Treasured deep in our hearts

A precious gift from heaven above
You, my little one
Have our undying love

Feeling you move brings us great joy
You, my little one
Our precious baby boy

I pray every day God keeps you safe
You, my little one
I pray you find his grace

Be calm, my darling, it's time to rest
You, my little one
In my womb, your own tiny nest

My arms long to hold you, to feel you wiggle
You, my little one
To tickle your toes, to hear you giggle

I long to gaze into your newborn eyes
You, my little one
I would give my life

ALesiach © 07/25/218
ALesiach Jul 2019
Hush, my little one, sleep awhile,
Nestled 'neath my heart of love
I'll sing to you, sweet and low
'Til heaven streams, bright with gold

Hush, my little one, sleep awhile,
My love abounds to guard thy sleep
Drifting away 'neath silvery moon
While stars twinkle away your gloom

Hush, my little one, sleep awhile,
Tender kisses caress thy cheek
Hush'd by my gentle whispering
Lull'd in the land of dreaming

Hush, my little one, sleep awhile,
There is nothing to fear
While I am near
Hush, my little one, sleep awhile

ALesiach © 07/2018
Jaii Cure Mar 2019
Heart racing, mind pacing... thinking of the times when everything was perfect. One simple **** up and your greatest fears come to haunt you. You close the windows to your mind to keep the bad thoughts out. The thoughts of fears and sadness. But then, the monsters get in and sing us lullabies to make us feel alright.
The things we would only wish to never go through. Sometimes we feel broken, hurt... we don’t really understand life. Our demons come to us as things we really like.. music, relationships, material things. Things that eat us up inside and and we fight to keep em in our lives but alas, the monsters get in and sing us lullabies to make us feel alright.
We fight and fight knowing that these things are ba *** us but they’re so sweet to the lips like candy in the mouth of a child. We fight to keep these things in our lives because they’re our favourite addiction. Much better than any joint, greater than any video game. We fight and fight to keep these things in our lives, but just when we think we’re about to lose the battle... the monsters get in and sing us lullabies to make us feel alright.
Meruem Nov 2018
You gave me good memories;
Something I can keep.
Like sweet lullabies,
Singing me to sleep.
November 8, 2018 01:49

I really miss you, Maria..
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