Lullaby of the Closing Eye Poetry
Hey everyone! Guess what? I finally did it! This right here is my very first poem Lullaby of the Closing Eye, ever. I gotta admit, I’m feeling a little nervous sharing it, but mostly excited to see what you guys think.
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Lullaby of the Closing Eye
Thanks for being here and hanging out while I take this creative leap!
The sun dips low, a fiery kiss, Across the clouds, a twilight hiss. A gentle breeze whispers through the trees, Rustling leaves in lullabies.
The day unfurls, its pages read, The weight of tasks begins to recede. Muscles loosen, a sigh escapes, As slumber’s call the body drapes.
Eyes grow heavy, eyelids droop, Thoughts slow their pace, a mental soup. The book unread lays on the nightstand tall, Replaced by dreams that softly call.
The ticking clock, a rhythmic friend, Counting moments that have no end. The room grows dim, the shadows creep, As worries hush and troubles sleep.
The mind, a canvas, fades to white, Replaced by visions bathed in light. A silent film, a world unknown, Where only whispers softly groan.
The Weaver of Dreams
A tapestry unfolds in sleep’s embrace, Woven threads of memory and space. Familiar faces, landscapes fair, A kaleidoscope, both strange and rare.
Footsteps echo in a silent hall, A whispered name, a distant call. Emotions dance, a fleeting show, Laughter mingles, tears may flow.
The weaver spins, with nimble hand, A world surreal, a wonderland. The logic’s hold begins to wane, Replaced by whims that twist and strain.
Time bends and warps, a twisted course, The present fades, replaced by force. A child once more, on fields of green, Chasing butterflies, a joyous scene.
The Rude Awakening
A jarring sound, a piercing light, The dream dissolves, replaced by night. The alarm clock screams, a cruel decree, Banishing sleep’s sweet reverie.
Heavy eyelids fight to stay, The warmth of slumber melts away. The mind resists, a sluggish start, Longing still for the world of the heart.
The body aches, a weary groan, The weight of day, a heavy stone. Muscles protest, a silent plea, For just a moment, let me be.
But duty calls, the world awakes, The spell is broken, reality takes. The day unfolds, a brand new page, Leaving behind the slumber’s stage.
Bonus – Twilight’s Embrace
The world between, a hazy space, Where dreams and wakefulness embrace. Half-closed eyes, a blurry scene, The mind adrift, a silent stream.
The final thoughts before the night, As slumber claims its fading light. A gentle sigh, a peaceful rest, The body surrenders, finally blessed.