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Cné Oct 2017
The surf provides lullabies
as ocean echoes roll.
Too soon, the sunlight glitters
as the dawn turns gray to gold.

I wake and I rub my eyes
beside the sandy beach
My love beside me, languid lips
within an easy reach.

I whisper, sweet good mornings
as your dreams I brush away.
You stretch and yawn, responding to
requests to "come and play".

Lingered memories caress,
of last night's rising moon
with silver waves and ripples,
beyond the dark lagoon.

In shades of colors that mix and smudge
you take your time, no rush
My ******* tingle, at the thought
upon my skin, spreads flush.

In reverie, flutters reminisce,
your wanton body on mine.
Whispered moans in my ear, you ******,
"I'm yours", I hear on rewind.
When last night's... turns into this morning's
Ominous Dec 2013
I’ll start eating
lullabies for all meals
so I am sure I’ll be
thin enough to
fit in your dreams
every night.
SoVi Oct 2018
I sang
The words
Of
Silence

I sang
The words
Of
Pain

I sang
The words
Of
Damnation

I sang
The words
That I
Meant

I remember these words
Vibrating
Inside my throat
Clawing outward

I remember these words
Burns on my arms
Branding me
With names and numbers

Words that soothe
Yet still
Ache

I sang
The words
That
Blind you



© Sofia Villagrana 2018
R Oct 2015
Your smile is the moon
It brightens even the darkest of times
Your laughter is a wind chime on a windy day
Loud and cheerful
Your hugs are blankets
Warm and comforting
Your voice is a soft breeze
Singing me goodnight lullabies

Soon, Your smile is a blank canvas
Your laughter is a small wave
Your hugs are cold
Your voice is a loud unbearable e song
And I sing you goodbye lullabies
as your breath becomes chimney smoke
Phosphenes Apr 22
Tell me when you get hurt,
I will take half of it and dance with your tears
I will sing you lullabies till you sleep.

I will tip your face with my fingers gently
till you fall in a nightmare,
You will see you there loving me
and tearing ice shining,
how pretty are you looking like that
I'm  crying
I'm  crying.

I want to leave you in that big blue silence
but I can't help it sinking with you deeper
I'm  trying
I'm trying.

You see me there smiling
but you can't do,
you knew it was for someone else
and kept your heart
dying.
Robin Lemmen Jul 2018
There is art
In your heart
Painting pictures
When I lay
My head down on your chest

There are songs in your eyes
Singing lullabies
When you hover
Pin me down
With your stare

There is a poem
On the tip
Of your tongue
I taste it
When I kiss you

You are tortured
Stereotyped
My jaded lover
I hear it
When you won't talk
Shofi Ahmed Mar 2017
Touch me not
I am not up for grab
I am everyone's dream
I am happy as it’s
sing me not your lullabies!

Live with me not
I am not for good
time with me is
gone so quick.
Before the cloud
rains down singing
and one response to a tweet.
Then why complain
without happy me
nothing is groovy.

Come to me not
I am not
first come first serve.
But when I come
happy me is spot on
everyone’s rose!

I belong to no one
get me for a song
but in no time
I could be gone.
Then why no one
forgets me not?
aviisevil Apr 2014
.
.
.
.
.

Bite into my soul and taste your dirt,
inflict upon me your rules of hurt.

Make a wish in the fountain of blood,
take a sip and you shall conquer the world.



Hang me for all the world to see,
even in my death I shall walk free.




Show me the strength of your crown,
let me be chased by your blood hounds.

Cut me, scar me, tell me what have you found ?,
For you walk straight but the world's 'round.




Lock me in a cage so I can't leave,
even in these walls I shall walk free.




Burn my skin to reach my soul,
why break walls when I've opened the door ?

Come inside, take away all I know,
feed my hatred by hating me some more.




Erase me so I could never be,
even in my extinction I shall walk free.




Tie my hands and give me a blade,
tell me who my enemies are and war shall be made.

Whisper to me the words that degrade,
And I'll scream them at the world as I fade.



**** the lullabies so I can never dream,
even in my nightmares I shall walk free.






Now take my hand and lead me to paradise,
Fire of hell blowing through the kingdom of ice.


Sit on your throne and try to swallow your pride,
For this slave will never be yours for he's the master of his own life.




Hang me for all the world to see,
even in my death I shall walk free.
Notes (optional)
Shane Leigh Jan 2018
This is not poetry,
and this is not heartstrings
playing sad lullabies
in the deep spaces of your mind.

This is not poetic;
this is not reading
stanza after stanza
wanting to know what's at the end.

This is not rhythmic,
nor sensual or smooth,
nor is it flowing like words should
from the tongues of those
that know which words to use.

This is simple.
These are words
that make sense
without peaking around corners
or hiding behind luscious similes
or over-used metaphors
and out of touch symbolism.

If this is not poetry,
then
I refuse to dub myself
a poet
and will continue on,
but write prose instead.
© Shane Leigh
Enjoy (:
Cné Sep 2017
Let me mold my body along your curves; trickle yourself into my entire being

Vulnerable, ****, my heart exposed, palpably we connect across the starry sky; you ... within me

I want your intimacy to linger along the edges of my lips hours after you've gone

I ache to be consumed by your eyes, intense with emotions, long after the dawn

Take me to your intimate chambers where hearts race; the rhythm of our silhouettes melded on satin sheets

Leisurely feel your way; a slow descend along the avenue of my rhythmic swell; forgive me of my quivering wanton needs

Allow me to graze at the gates of your femininity, drinking the honey from your pink walls; to feel your crowning point between my lips

How can I resist those wandering lips that stirs the curtains of my garden alcove; perfectly painted in honey dew, I throb for the touch of your kiss

Drape your thighs upon my shoulders; let the waves of satisfaction cascade up your spine

I beg to be released, dear God, of this intoxicating spell; I submit myself, heart laid bare; oceans of emotions no longer can I hide.

Find your eyes locking with mine; my torso parallels yours, my body pressed to you; equal in ferocity and tenderness

Mesmerize by your burning eyes in our melting flesh, so strong your hold; yet so tender your caress

Utter our names in fiery moans both whispered and screamed in heated breaths on our solitary night

Vile obscenities float out on heated breath, as cool air kiss our molded skin on the evening our time takes flight

Take me to your heart & cast away the flesh; allow our souls to weave in the throes of passion as our bodies mix into one; slow-motion ecstasy

A longing deep inside, the locked chambers of my soul to exotic places beyond our imaginationsyou sneak into my heart to fulfill my every fantasy 

Feed me the lullabies you paint on your canvas; orgiastic symphony we conduct in cascading tides; trembles throughout our bodies when our fluids mix

Let me paint upon your heart a ballet of our duet; the crescendo palette of my tide drown you in the spirit of our lyrics

Your ripe fruit quivers tenderly while our union completes; take my hands and let me be yours

Hold my sated body that tremors from the wake; a union of our souls ensnare a bond secure
~
A Collaboration with Jack Jenkins.
https://hellopoetry.com/jack-jenkins/
We remain motionless
And a portion of me knows
That I am already insanely famous
So come close and face it
We are infinite silence
As if art were all magical islands
And infinite forests
Histories of violence and tornadoes
Escape our lingering kisses
We resist the finish lines
And make lists of all the lullabies
You've ever had sung to you
In deep sleep we dream
Of trips to the amazonian rain-forests
Hunting for magic carpets
We keep returning
To the exact same pages
That we've always started on


What an "ANGELUS" time it is
These times of LOVE

The "SALATS" of the moment
embraces everything around us

Is it the "FAJR" of birds kissing?
Is it the "ASR" of cats stretching?
Is it the "MAGHRIB" of peacocks screams?

Those are the sound of LOVE I suppose

I can see on the cheeks
The wetness of the kiss
That has not dried yet

Who is the LOVE
(BELOVEDz /  LOVERz) who causes
The tears swell in the eyes
Of the one who LOVES?

Why is the eagerness to touch
The bare shoulders so enticing?

Why the heart longs to
drown into LOVE
(BELOVEDz / LOVERz) core?

Placing one's face on the lap
The flower smells jasmine rains

Close eyes and experience my LOVE
When I seal your pores with my lips?

Can I sing you lullabies
When you sleep besides me peacefully?

Can I snap a new art sculpture
Out of your hair every morning?

Forget your thoughts
While feeling my LOVE
By being in LOVE with me

Why the words become worthless
When we share
A common breathing between our lips?

Who is listening to the music
Of our heart-beats?

Why do roses rain over us
When we share our chromosomes?

Who are they?
There, below the waterfalls
Behind the mountain caves
The two magical unicorns in LOVE?

Who will pray "TEFILLAH"
When we are in
Ultimate union of LOVE?

Who will "TENEBRAE" our lives
To illuminate our souls?

So that we "THEOPHANY" the
LOVE deity of ONENESS

Now tell me...

Will the clouds answer our LOVE-call?
Will the first ray of sun ever find us?
Will the moon ever illuminate dark lives?
Will the stars sparkle over our springs?
Will the dew drop give birth to seedlings?

To save the cosmos & planet EARTH
Let us embrace into
Single semantic of LOVE


Anakaren Davila Jul 2018
I always wondered
who taught you how to love
was it the fierce full moon
while it lighted you through a blackout night?
or the night owl
who sweetly sang you lullabies?


it wasn't until I had you
At the darkest hour of the night
Howling under the moon
And saw your hazel eyes
So vulnerable, yet fearless
That I knew
it was the wild wolves
who gently taught you how to love
Laine Viv Sep 2014
There will come a time when the night air
won’t send chills down my spine
for it will no longer whisper your name.

I will stop telling stories about you,
for the moon has grew tired of hearing them
and weariness is an awful thing to feel.

The stars would appear
brighter than your eyes,
and I would hear lullabies again.

The winds would be warm,
the seas won’t crash waves,
and I will no longer drown.
ALesiach Jul 22
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
A broken little heart entangles his tears,
that come from a person that he'll never see.
Wet rain boots and ***** feet make him forget
about the darkest nights. His bed and blankets
are like souvenirs from home; a house he'll never
remember. Lies and "I'm sorry"s are trapped in his
hair, dangling behind his ears, whispering such
morbid pain among his lullabies. With every cry he's
screamed for you, can you even hear him? He's afraid
to sleep alone, as the TV erases nightmares oozing from
his eyes, do you care at all? Lost toys and old photographs
make him plead; Oh, but why? He'll never understand the
love he couldn't have, the love you wouldn't give-
I made this poem a long time ago.
All feedback is welcome and appreciated!
Shofi Ahmed Apr 2017
At times I heard the songs of the giants
who opted to sing for a glass of wine!

Like Omar Khayyam would sing to the grove of vine,
while singing their lullabies they wouldn’t mind,
defying the bloomer stars in the moonlights
gladly treading on the black alleys of the night.
Didn't they budge, didn't they bend to pick up  
a potion of the sea, billowing in the dark?
But they opted out, just for a glass of wine!

To paint a glimpse of that gorgeous Saqi
till now they shun, lending the sun a paintbrush,
‘cause "if only it was colourful enough,” yet the sun
paints the enduring shades of the blue yonder.
But they turned around—just for a glass of wine!

The moon hanging low over the ocean took a pause.
The earth weighed down so deep is brimful!
Every sunrise paints new, loves to shine on once more
That delved-deep earth vintage taste, cooled in age-old,  
now close by the hands breathe in, full of warm south.
Yet they opted out—just for a glass of wine!

Even the time is speechless, ask me not but why.
Still keeps an ear bent on the wall of the leaning sky.  
Nor those who pop out with an inside scoop are ever drunk.
Nor they leak out, it’s a sea off the sea or Abe-Hayath.
It ain’t that small, it is the deathless spring of elixir!
ALesiach Jul 22
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
Cné Jul 2017
I sit and read the HP site
and observe a teardrop's course
Engaged in deepest revelry
and when it dies, remorse.

I listen to the rustle of the rhymes
in swaying Poetrees...
And revel in the sweet caress
of every whispered breeze

The sweetness of a sentence
every stanza, works of art
The rhymes that touch my soul
and lo, the rhythm that beats from heart.

The lullabies so sweet and soft
that gentle me to sleep
The love tributes, as I nod off
while counting them as sheep.
I love reading all your words of art. Thank you, HP poets and poetess'
pleasant fiction
our
*** smells, and love spells

Those drops of you (like a love unnamed)
slid down my throat
Toward the entrails where I felt you most:::
rain down a repository of truth

This Holy Hamster Wheel of the undefinable
indefatigable, attraction...
I have no choice but to chase the unattainable
her
Aegean eyes, and text lullabies
Once at a halcyon sea thee dare glance,
And you'll see her smiling vivaciously
To render eyes of thine into a trance
By lullabies crooned rhythmically.
And if thee dare saunter by the shoreline
Upon a shingly beach in a brisk breeze,
Kissed by glassy waves you'll feel so fine,
For in mist of joy shalt thy worries freeze;
Yet if thee stroll by a fine golden day
With heaven's eye fairly raining her light,
It'll betoken joy to forever stay
Like of a bird upon her maiden flight.

In sweet delight it'll thus dawn upon thee,
For nothing smiles than a halcyon sea.



#Decasyllabic
#Attempt at a Shakespearean sonnet

**Kikodinho Edward Alexandros. 7th.Dec.2017. Jumeirah, Dubai.
On feasting about a murmuring limpid sea that was a vast brilliant blue mill-pond whilst at Atlantis Hotel in Dubai by the terrace yesteryear on a golden May day, upon the back of my palm there I jotted a faint line "Whispers Of A Halcyon Sea"... Faint, for I really didn't know what to write next but since yon day, fires of my muse about the sea errupted...'Tis once on a fine sweltering day when I decided to visit the edge where waves kiss the shore...Fact that I know not how to swim, I remembered some indelible words of sheer wisdom: "TILL TO SWIM YOU ARE ABLE, SIT CLOSE TO THE TABLE...Loll" by the ancient sage, LEWIS CAROLL".... hence there by the table, that's when I knew what to write. Lest thou art a sea lover, hope thou hast enjoyed my musing about the sea. Thanks for reading. God bless ye, dear friends.
Pagan Paul Jun 2017
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Thy loveliness be fyne arte
powdered 'pon a velvet page.
Thy heart doth sing lullabies
penned in a lovers cage.

Thy loveliness be crystal jewels
studded 'pon a silver thread.
Thy breath doth fan the fyres
stitched in a lovers bed.

Thy loveliness be sweet dreams
strewn 'pon a meadow fair.
Thy nature doth perfume give
flowers in a lovers snare.

© Pagan Paul (14/06/17)
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Hirondelle Jan 31
I remember
some silent eloquent poetry;
                 rippling in clear water
         with the glinting vestiges
    of a dazzling
HUMAN character.        

I brag about
the two crystaline pools once I saw;
     kissed by the moon’s star sprinkled skies,
     purged of vice these gleaming guileless eyes,
     Time’s silver trammeled serene in that
     HUMAN guise.

I hear the wind,
the breath of panting dreams
     whistle that name, ruffling nature’s mane,
     the sunlit fields of grain in a jaunty game;
     the golden hair of Sif trimmed with that
     HUMAN name.

I kneel before the day’s last bud
on her glint meshed deep blue mat
     ere Atlas turns the Day on her head,
     so the mat becomes a star bedecked hat,
     and sub rosa unfurls this godsent
     HUMAN floret.

I salute the stars secretly laid bare
down whilom rank, raven black hair.
     That hueless lustre, Time’s proud authorship,
     the first earned badge for a stellar membership
     won’t dim aflutter, full fledged fellowship
     ~of finest~
     HUMAN craftsmanship.

I’ll to the stars take with me
the only thing I owned about thee:
     thy budborne name swaddled in petals’ lullabies;
     watch it grow on stardust where a nebula lies
     till it blooms into a galaxy of
     HUMAN paradise.

          ~•~.~•~.~•~.~•~.~•~.~•~.~•~.~•~
          Can’t beat time, as I of flesh made be.
               When eventually of bark be free,
                             then to the stars
               shall I take the vestiges of thee...


                 ©️Hirondelle (31/01/2019)
I believe the speaker’s heart is perfectly laid bare on the sleeve. However, I feel obliged to relate the myth of Sif’s hair since the ‘name’ of the longed for person is focal in the poem, and it is exalted with an allusion to this Nordic deity.

Sif is the beautiful wife of Thor famed for her nonesuch fair hair in Norse mythology.

One day, Loki, the trickster son of Odin, slinks in Thor’s house when he is away. He chances upon beautiful Sif sleeping with her fabled fair hair temptingly spread around...

He can’t help pulling another of his tricks and steals her hair. Long story short, Thor isn’t dim enough not to guess as to who the culprit is. Odin intervenes a possible fratricidal theocide and commissions Loki to compensate for the havoc he has wreaked on Sif’s head because, as the myth would have it, no hair will grow back on whilom ravishing Sif’s head.

Loki finds the most reputed dwarven smiths, sons of Ivald, and has them fashion Sif new golden hair fairer than her her natural hair which has gone with the wind. To the amazement of the deities of Asgard, Sif is more beautiful than ever with her new hair!

As the gods acknowledge sons of Ivald to be the best in their craft, a servant dwarf by the name of Brok objects to this in the halls of Asgard and pronounces his own brother Sindre to be the best goldsmith. Loki wagers his head that Sindre will not be able to outshine sons of Ivald. Brok is given to proving this and getting the head of a deity... And alas, he does so accordingly... He brings to gods three invaluable testaments to Sindre’s superiority. A golden boar that runs faster than all the horses, even the day, Draupnir (the dripper): a breathtakingly alluring ring which multiplies itself to eight copies every ninth night and the third, and the best testimonial gift, Mjolnir (that who smashes). As you most probably know, it is Thor’s famous hammer.

So, what happened to Loki?

Don’t always trust gods’ words. :)
Jo Barber Apr 2018
As a child,
you watched me,
ever careful.
You held a mirror before my face
ten times a night,
to see if fog appeared there.
You stroked my hair
and sang soft songs.
With your lullabies,
my sleep was always long.

Now it is I
checking your breath
ten times a night.
Your pulse so shallow,
it'll vanish any second.
Bison Apr 2016
Drown out the sound
Frail fingers cupped around fragile ears
The voiceless singing too loud to hear
Sorrow filled songs of the proud

Sightless eyes still search for light
As she wanders through barren fields
Still the salted soil will not flowers yield
Emeralds or diamonds shine too bright

Calm storms whisper ghostly lullabies
As dead weather stirs living men
Dead men search for passion again
Buried too deep to reach blue skies

Ashes to dust
Blanket our frigid hearts
Purpose of mind a fire starts
Consign me not to trust
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