Chloe W 6d
I sing to you this lullaby
I sing to you this love of mine

Rocking you so sweetly
Holding you so gently

Caressing your head in my hands
As you and the sandman dance

Kiss your head goodnight
Close the doors, they'll be no fright

I sing to you this lullaby
I sing to you this love of mine
Star BG Dec 2018
In the land of lullaby,
birds whisper inside a sigh.
Moon prances with shinning stars.
I do travel out to Mars.

In the land of lullaby,
flowers smell and they say hi.
Rainbows drift that make me smile.
Heart does open like a dial.

In the land of lullaby,
there is beauty no uglify.
Dreams align within grand light.
all vibrate and grow so bright.  

In the land of lullaby
I will dance and I will fly.
Animals do speak with hug.
It does make me feel so snug.

In the land of lullaby
Things are magic as I spy
I see things never before.
As I travel I on its shore.

In the land of lullaby
I feel grateful I feel spry.    
All my worries they do cease.      
And I wander inside peace
Dr. Peter Lim inspired this inside a chat. Thank you so so much. You are so talented.
Azfar Hakimi Dec 2018
She laid me down
Caressed my cheek softly
Kissed my head with love
Brought the light into the darkness.

Don't need a poetry
Don't need a song
Just her by my side is enough.

Hugged me with warmness
Helped me with troubles
Her beautiful face is always inside,
Inside here deep in my little heart.

She's my one
She's my mom
She's my only lullaby in the cold and scary night.
I just meant to lay my head on your chest,
For no other reason but to hug you right,
Then I realized for the first time after many a night,
That your heart was beating at it's best,
I smiled and wanted to cry,
          But Instead,
I silently thanked *** for giving me the sweetest lullaby,
last night before we went to bed.
©2018 Venjencie Clifton Arnold
Sweetest Lullaby (see) Author Ven J. Arnold on Facebook.
True Story. My husband has a bad heart. Last night, Decemeber 06, 2018 I laid my head on his chest while watching TV for no other reason but to hug & hold onto to him. That was when I noticed the rythmn if his heartbeat. Now you know the rest. I did look at him after a few moments and told him you're heartbeat is so healthy tonight only to lay my head back down and savour it. Then I looked up at him again and said, "You're heartbeat is my favorite lullaby." ©2018. I had already lost all interest in what we were watching on the tube... can't even recall the name of the show now. So I laid my head back down showing gratitude to ***.
l Recently changed my profile name on my website here from Ven Jencie Clifton Arnold to Venjencie,(as it is really is; separated Ven from Jencie was my & my mom's personal option to make it easier for me & others in writing it and calling me by, Jencie to shorten it).
Favorite pen name that I've used the most and will more than likely stick with is, SacredInkedBlood. Jesus shedding His blood is sacred to me. And knowing who my earthly dad was who I'd always felt was his very sacred that I'm in his bloodline.
See my FB page Author Ven J. Arnold and feel free to participate. Blessings.
astraea Dec 2018
she sings herself a lullaby at night,
weaving herself a thousand dreams.
she’s going to leave this place,
repeated over and over
-like a prayer on her chapped winter lips,
made to long dead gods.

she dreams at night that she is the sun,
and she holds her lover’s cold face in her hands,
pale eyes and a soft pale light tickling her cheeks.

she dreams that she is among the stars,
free from the evils that paralyzed her,
the hands that pulled her away from her dance;
beside the river and under the stars,
walking the path where stars the floated along a deep blue road.

among the stars,
where the world pulls her closer and closer
where every night becomes worthy
-every nights she slept with ink stained hands,
weary eyes,
tired hands that can barely pull her knotted hair away,
and frayed pajamas.
every night she wondered if the world wasn’t for her.

now she sleeps in her bed,
under a canopy of far away fairy lights,
in the milky moonlight
she whispers to herself another prayer
-the stars are watching over me.
to the dreamers (to myself)
pluto Nov 2018
sing me a lullaby
a gentle melody that lures me to an endless sleep
captivating and poisonous with a silent weep.

sing me a lullaby
as I close my eyes, a final good bye
a song of melancholy written, a tale long forgotten.
lulu Nov 2018
I'm a lavender,
wild and vibrant.
I am the fragrance
that fills your lungs,
with every breath you intake.
I'm beauty in chaos.
I am a soothing lullaby.

But you prefer roses,
Soft and red,
petals that you could let
your fingers linger.
With **** and desire,
no trust;
a love that is a blazing fire.
i can love you better than her.
Daniel H Shulman Nov 2018
A moment passed, as it always seems to
With guilt washing over me like the shore,
Passed without me doing what I need to,
Bound in chains of shame I failed once more.

For what was I bequeathed this gift of time
If not to use passing moments for praise?
Weary, I let passivity be my crime.
These wasted moments lead to wasted days.

The morning light is heavy with regret,
No slumber enough for this restless soul.
I laid down with my dreams serene, and yet,
Overnight my guilt turned soul black as coal.

Saying “I love you” ere I close my eyes,
Means more to me than I could realize.
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Alexandria King Nov 2018
He looked across the room
at the gun that lay upon his bed,
while suicide’s lullaby
breathed into his heart.
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