"hushaby" poems - Hello Poetry

Go to sleep and close your eyes, and dream of broken butterflies, who tore their wings against a thorn. You know the pain that they've endured. Dream of blood trickling down, and wake up before you drown. Silver metal shine so bright. Scarlet blood that feels so right. The moon light shining off your tears, as you bleed out your worst fears. In that night you start to cry, and whisper The Cutters Lullaby. "Hushaby baby, you're almost dead. You don't have a pulse, and your pillow is red. Dreamaby baby, you never knew life would be this hard. It's time to face the pain you've hid so well, and down you'll come baby, straight back from Hell."

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Oct 25, 2013

Oct 25, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC

wyntre-the-poptart

The Cutters Lullaby

Go to sleep and close your eyes, and dream of broken butterflies, who tore their wings against a thorn. You know the pain that they've endured. Dream of blood trickling down, and wake up before you drown. Silver metal shine so bright. Scarlet blood that feels so right. The moon light shining off your tears, as you bleed out your worst fears. In that night you start to cry, and whisper The Cutters Lullaby. "Hushaby baby, you're almost dead. You don't have a pulse, and your pillow is red. Dreamaby baby, you never knew life would be this hard. It's time to face the pain you've hid so well, and down you'll come baby, straight back from Hell."

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Her spirit was lost when I was born, torn from her heart. Start, from the beginning, singing, no lullaby for this new born. Cry baby, cry as her spirit did die, she fled, bled, dead. Alive in body lightening sent to her brain drained what fire was left. Bereft this child still cries in the dark, hark! Where is the Lullaby, hushaby, For this new born?

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Mar 9, 2010

Mar 9, 2010 at 9:13 AM UTC

kamini-1

Where is the Lullaby?

Her spirit was lost when I was born, torn from her heart. Start, from the beginning, singing, no lullaby for this new born. Cry baby, cry as her spirit did die, she fled, bled, dead. Alive in body lightening sent to her brain drained what fire was left. Bereft this child still cries in the dark, hark! Where is the Lullaby, hushaby, For this new born?

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Lull me sleep, You shadowy hushaby. Cradle me in the cold. Stroke my hair, whispers. Sing to me, Dark cloud, Lay me down, To rest, its coming. Play for me, Sweet devil, Burdens, have their chains. In time, you tell. Suffer no more, My children. Be at one with the earth. Down deep, it's gone.

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Nov 25, 2013

Nov 25, 2013 at 9:11 PM UTC

sydney-rianne-bouldin

Lull of Burdens

Lull me sleep, You shadowy hushaby. Cradle me in the cold. Stroke my hair, whispers. Sing to me, Dark cloud, Lay me down, To rest, its coming. Play for me, Sweet devil, Burdens, have their chains. In time, you tell. Suffer no more, My children. Be at one with the earth. Down deep, it's gone.

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Hushaby My love We will depart Soon. Hushaby Dear one Let us be Gone. Hushaby It is time Let us not Wait. Hushaby We will leave Before we see the Sun. Hushaby Child, it is Almost time to Go. Hushaby You are more Pure than fallen Snow. Hushaby Do not fret Departure is a Joy. Hushaby My love Together Evermore.

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Nov 7, 2013

Nov 7, 2013 at 7:40 PM UTC

QSaint

Hushaby

Hushaby My love We will depart Soon. Hushaby Dear one Let us be Gone. Hushaby It is time Let us not Wait. Hushaby We will leave Before we see the Sun. Hushaby Child, it is Almost time to Go. Hushaby You are more Pure than fallen Snow. Hushaby Do not fret Departure is a Joy. Hushaby My love Together Evermore.

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The tree naked now its leaves lost long long ago but newly dressed in sweets and fruits oranges and candy apples cluster from branch to branch peppermint canes and liquorice sticks sugar mice both pink and white delicately hang from invisible thread you tottering towards this magical tree disbelieving what you see. "It's like living in a fairy story!" "Strange it is the only time it's ever done that!" I say gobsmacked "It only does that once in a hundred years!" I inform her. "Really?" "Really!" Back in bed her crop of sweets safely harvested. Her big big Panda guarding the horde. I shush her to sleep with HUSHABY MOUNTAIN. Remove a jelly baby from a sticky curl. I kiss her sweet smile. Her unwilling eyes close. Dolly's eyes still wide with astonishment. Panda still on guard eyeing me warily. Her dreams flickering behind eyelids.

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May 17, 2015

May 17, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC

donall-dempsey

LIVING IN A FAIRY STORY

The tree naked now its leaves lost long long ago but newly dressed in sweets and fruits oranges and candy apples cluster from branch to branch peppermint canes and liquorice sticks sugar mice both pink and white delicately hang from invisible thread you tottering towards this magical tree disbelieving what you see. "It's like living in a fairy story!" "Strange it is the only time it's ever done that!" I say gobsmacked "It only does that once in a hundred years!" I inform her. "Really?" "Really!" Back in bed her crop of sweets safely harvested. Her big big Panda guarding the horde. I shush her to sleep with HUSHABY MOUNTAIN. Remove a jelly baby from a sticky curl. I kiss her sweet smile. Her unwilling eyes close. Dolly's eyes still wide with astonishment. Panda still on guard eyeing me warily. Her dreams flickering behind eyelids.

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