"lulaby" poems
I am staring at the sky
Waiting for the moon to pass by
Gladly, I see Him right now
But suddenly the clouds, trapped him down
I can't even see any presence of my knight,
Waiting for another night to see the moon shines so bright
But even my mind tells me why,
That he'll never come back or sing any Lulaby.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
Lulaby in D minor. Random cadence.
Radiant. Pill passing as placebo. But deaadly as stricnine.
Spider hiding on the leaf. Baited breath.
taut with anticipation..dance mephisto..
Fittest surviving by vibing on feedback.
Floating on experiences expediences. Called intuition ?
Seen it before, another stitch
For the quilt.
Mental flotsam. Jettisoned jetsum.
Protesteth greatly. Knows inately. ... the. Exception or rule.
Cumbaya. My lord. Cumbaya.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 8:43 AM UTC
Gasp for this thing you've never seen
scream for that life you never knew
cry for this hate you dont understand
pray for your life to be something
sing for everything else
sing me a picture ill paint you a song?
Do We Have A Deal?
yes yes mr. whatever you say, just please let me go...
sometimes life throws you a curve ball
sometimes life wont play catch
Judge me please
its what i begging
its what im calling for when i challenge life to entertain me
look at me, look through me, look to me, look past me and
scream
scream everything you cant see
scream everything you cant sing
cry the rest out for the world to see
and build you a bridge for
so why do you get a bridge
what makes you so ******* special?
your tears, the pain you've never felt
its stolen, all of it
cant you just ******* wait for it to come to you
you know it'll get there on its own
then who will you lament for
then who will cry and scream
who will sing a lulaby
too sweet to sleep to...
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 9:46 AM UTC
If there is something,
That maybe I can just bring back in time
The echoes of voices of the angels sings,
Or maybe memories of you that gone it seems.
Life is a hell of a ride,
To meet different faces,
To meet different type,
To tie different laces,
To gone a different hype
If there is something,
I can make out of my past,
Is to hold your hand,
And to confess that I like you at last,
Not because of any money nor fame,
Nor power nor lust,
But simply because in all words and act
You are simply perfect
Too perfect that I kept it in
Just to be blown away like dust
Before I die,
If there is something,
That I can say nor see
''I wanna love all of you''
''Just the way it should be''
''Just the way it want to be''
''Just the way it gonna be''
Then i would close my eye
To let the angels take me,
And sing me my last lulaby
Knowing my heart and its voices,
Will stay near you,
Because that is the place it should be
I know,
Words won't be enough,
To tell you what I felt,
The moment I saw you,
The moment I know you,
The moment I hold you,
The moment when I hold you hand,
To dance to the ryhtm,
Without a sorrow,
Like a happy rabbit in its burrow
To dance and Love you
Like there is no tomorrow
If there is something
I wanna do before I go,
Is to say I love you,
All this time,
All this years,
It is only you,
Im Sorry
That I had fallen in Love With You.
Sincerely
Jacquim
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 4:32 AM UTC
mellow tune, speed up now
i'm falling asleep so slow
the memory has as no woah !
but the sound still flows
the words change their view
and now I review,
all my ways
all today
as I lay, to sing to sleep
the child in my mind
runs over me
playing tag to hide
and seeking why, oh why
i'm singing to a tune
crooning to my own lulaby
Mar 21, 2010
Mar 21, 2010 at 10:12 PM UTC
sometimes, i wish these words could hold you.
i wish they could wrap their consonents arround your shoulders,
and i wish their vowels could whisper secrets in your ear.
i wish that these words could make 700 miles seem like right next door.
i wish that these words could derail trains,
sink ships and clip the wings of even the mightiest birds.
what if, these words could stop you in your tracks,
send a chill down your spine,
and hum you the simplest lulaby.
what if these words could send your heart racing,
make your eyes well with tears,
and help your spirit soar.
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 9:58 PM UTC
Lulaby to nowhere
A lament to none
Words at night spoken in your head
The ears supposed to hear them
Never in your bed
The passing moods of fancy
A whimsical delight
Head full of moving pictures
That haunt you in the night
So lulaby my brain cells
Hush and go to sleep
You have scrambled all reality
So just leave me be
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 7:21 AM UTC
the snow trickles like blood off a cut,
and the wind howls off the mountain tops.
a certain kind of cold strikes in the veins,
of the those who sit around waiting like an old rickety clock.
those who are astray just waiting for the day that someone will finally say,
words that would never decay.
they will be shot into our brains deep down while we lay,
down for some sleep on the cold snowy day.
a mystical lulaby whispering in our ear .
oh my dear its quite too much of a lovely tune,
for you to doze off so soon.
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 11:27 AM UTC
I can't sing you a lulaby
Ive no words to help you sleep
I cant singng you a lulaby
Because you're not here with me
Oh I can't mend your broken heart
I cant take away your pain
I cant sing you a lulaby
It isn't for me to sing
Tomorrow you will wake up
So tired and so alone
Face the day half awake
Longing to go home
For no one sings a lulaby
No one sings to you
You wouldn't hear it if I did
The words wont get through
Night after night he dreams of you
It's all that he can do
Singing you a lulaby
But it never gets to you
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC
The wind carries my cries,
the rain pours down my tears,
but still you hear,
yet you dont seem to see.
All the hurt,
All the pain,
But I guess it was my fault,
for holding it in,
saying its fine,
then letting it out,
through my arms.
Watching it bleed.
Letting it flow.
but I wasn't crazy,
I just wanted you to see,
that there was hurt n' pian,
just too much for me.
Now you sing my lulaby,
as I sleep cold still,
and there will be no blood.
The wind will carry no cry.
The rain will pour down no tears,
cause you sang my lulaby,
that only the dead could hear.
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 3:18 PM UTC
I lay my head down to sleep
In my cozy bed
As I weep
Because I'm thinking of you
The first time your eyes met mine
I wondered why
Now I'm not fine
You broke my heart
And now we are apart
Now I must say
Goodbye
**
To my family
My friends
To you
MY lover
My friend
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
There's a ghost in my room
That sings me to sleep
Whispering in my ear
A sweet symphony
With a simple melody
That has a heart mending remedy
But the words that it sings
I can't remember for the life of me
The voice is familiar
But can't put it to a face
I remember something similar
When my mind was in a better state
All I can hope
Is that it never leaves
Because if it were to depart
I don't know how I would sleep
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 8:11 AM UTC
i'm tired, not simply
physically tired
mentally,
wholeheartedly
i'm exhausted
and sadly enough
i'm just waiting
for someone
to rock me
to sleep
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 6:01 AM UTC
My breath is soft but my heart is heavy
a tender child of another parent
lay still like a rock and as cold as the weather
the river is now red
her face went pale
my heart turned black
****** in the name of my people
did this child deserve to die ?
maybe I am tired
because all I see is my child
dead in my arms
rotting like a fruit
silenced from her usual laughs
and forbidden from smiling again
cradled to her slumber
by a twisted lulaby of my own.
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 6:25 AM UTC