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POEM STARTER
Write a poem that could be sung as a lullaby.
You could set it to the tune of an existing lullaby, or think up your own rhythm. Remember that lullabies are for children, and are ususally meant to be calming.
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Baby girl See the stars You were one Long ago
They Sparkle and shine Just like your eyes In the moonlit sky Long ago
Baby girl See the moon Its light shall guide you all the way
See it twinkle and tinkle just like your laugh It shall hold you all the way
Baby girl See the world in his hands hes holding you
See the light Feel the warmth love the world hes holding you
Baby girl say goodnight its getting late I love you
The lilacs bloom above the grass And the worms travel below
We lay beneath the stars at night To watch and watch their glow
Rest your head Upon my heart
And we shall never Be apart
For life goes on And the worms shall sing
When we return And life we’ll bring
The stars still will shine As we rest
And the world still spins At its best
I lost count how many times, I have sung this freaking rhyme. To prevent any mayhem, I’ll be looking for the wine.
Hello my love, Lay down your head, And listen to my tune; I’ll tell you the tale of a night bright and pale, Where I ran with the path of the moon.
Oh rounded and moony darling, Oh rounded and moony babe, Just promise me kisses, I’ll make ye my missus, And sing ye the songs of my long bygone days.
She shone bright and clear, On her face did appear, A smile that sent my heart singing. When she looked my way I disowned all the days, And night was my wed’ now a ringing.
Oh rounded and moony darling, Oh rounded and moony babe, Just promise me kisses, I’ll make ye my missus, And sing ye the songs of my long bygone days.
By her light I crossed every rock in the road, I swam ev’ry river and kissed ev’ry toad, By the time t’was daylight back home in my bed; I vowed I’d ne’r ‘gain be a’sleepin’.
Oh rounded and moony darling, Oh rounded and moony babe, Just promise me kisses, I’ll make ye my missus, And sing ye the songs of my long bygone days.
I followed her through all her phases, Her ups and her downs I did sow, Til her light burned out darkly and left me unmarkedly; To find she’d brought me back home.
Oh rounded and moony darling, Oh rounded and moony babe, Just promise me kisses, I’ll make ye my missus, And sing ye the songs of my long bygone days.
Look at the sky, my love, And tell me what you see. Is it the moon Watching over you and me?
The stars sparkling in my eyes Shine for you my baby, My little sweet. Make a wish for pleasant dreams.
Look at the sky, my love, And tell me what you see. Is it the sun Shining for you and me?
The light in your smile Sets me free. Before you, I had my heart Under lock and key.
Look at the sky, my love, And tell me what you see. Is it the earth Spinning for you and me?
I looked for you on dry land And at the bottom of the sea. Look at the sky, my love. It was made for us Like you were made for me.
**Gone was my beloved muse, the puppet I tried to play, and the one I tried to love. But love is not love when you’re loving an image not the person. I am, at bottom, an obsessive spoiled brat, who believed every color, every word, every coincidence, to be a symbol that we were meant to be. I told myself I was letting go of my inhibitions, but why did I find myself contorting my identity, just so I could deem myself worthy to be with him? I didn’t think he could love me for me, as the me that I find myself looking at, didn’t fit in my perverse aesthetic. I could only talk to him behind a digital barricade, so that I would maintain an illusion, an appearance that was almost perfect, but not too perfect so I wouldn’t scare him away. I was careful, measuring the amount of ** truth I’d pour in a cup, and the amount of facade I was willing to give. In the end, when we both locked eyes for the first time, when he saw the blood seeping through the mask, he saw me, which made him he run away. After he was gone, I noticed a few slight changes, I noticed the colors weren’t actually as saturated, the art was actually quite unromantic, and the day wasn’t actually spectacular. Now I’m here, on the bed, and I guess I’m going to sleep now that my nights are regular again.
**** Lay down and lay sweet. **** **** Think about momma as you dream, **** **** Together, hand and hand, **** **** Momma and baby are dancing in dreamland. ****
Lay down and lay sweet. **Think about Daddy as you dream. ** **Together, hand in hand, Daddy and Baby dance in dreamland. ** **Lay down, lay down, rest baby, lay sweet. **
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