Insomnia Poems
#insomnia
Poems about insomnia, sleep disorders and sleeplessness. Insomnia poems includes poetry about sleep deprivation and extreme tiredness. Here you'll find poems exploring the challenges faced when having difficulty falling asleep, or not being able to stay asleep long enough to feel refreshed.
Insanity a la carte
Glimmering beneath a sheen,
where shadows dance in whispers, unseen.
Veiled chaos, finely painted dreams,
in the cracks madness gleams.
Fragile echoes in twilight's embrace,
haunting glimpses of a fractured face.
Silent screams, behind polished walls,
in the stillness a storm calls.
Beneath the surface, turmoil brews.
Masked by a gloss of tranquil hues.
In the heart, a restless fire,
burning with unspoken desire.
Mirrored reflections, distorted and clear,
a dance with demons ever near.
Eyes that...
where shadows dance in whispers, unseen.
Veiled chaos, finely painted dreams,
in the cracks madness gleams.
Fragile echoes in twilight's embrace,
haunting glimpses of a fractured face.
Silent screams, behind polished walls,
in the stillness a storm calls.
Beneath the surface, turmoil brews.
Masked by a gloss of tranquil hues.
In the heart, a restless fire,
burning with unspoken desire.
Mirrored reflections, distorted and clear,
a dance with demons ever near.
Eyes that...
#anxiety
#art
#courage
#insomnia
#mirror
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MIDNIGHT CRY
No use abusing
or cursing anyone when
restless and breathless
I cry to God to help me
for a while let me sleep
sexless meditate
in the darkest of hours
negotiate peace
with self and rest even if
I exist in my sufferings
R K Singh
or cursing anyone when
restless and breathless
I cry to God to help me
for a while let me sleep
sexless meditate
in the darkest of hours
negotiate peace
with self and rest even if
I exist in my sufferings
R K Singh
#depression
#insomnia
#nightmares
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The Frustration of Insomnia
It’s late at night and sleep alludes me
Synapses are firing at high speeds
Thousands of thudding thoughts thump through and through
Denying my brain of the rest it needs
The fidgety minutes turn into restless hours
New beliefs and viewpoints begin to take form
Even as the frustration of insomnia clouds all reason and logic
It’s a kind of magic amidst a quiet storm
And then everything seems to disappear by morning light
All the ideas and philosophies grew wings and took flight
Synapses are firing at high speeds
Thousands of thudding thoughts thump through and through
Denying my brain of the rest it needs
The fidgety minutes turn into restless hours
New beliefs and viewpoints begin to take form
Even as the frustration of insomnia clouds all reason and logic
It’s a kind of magic amidst a quiet storm
And then everything seems to disappear by morning light
All the ideas and philosophies grew wings and took flight
#insomnia
#SelfDiscovery
#sleep
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a lucid haze
My bedsheets smell of
lavender and indica
silk pillowcase a cushioned ocean
for my restless mind
that floats through the dark
unseeing and unsleeping
I'm nowhere in particular
if I wait for the dawn I might see it
lavender and indica
silk pillowcase a cushioned ocean
for my restless mind
that floats through the dark
unseeing and unsleeping
I'm nowhere in particular
if I wait for the dawn I might see it
#depression
#drugs
#insomnia #marijuana
#insomnia #marijuana
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Deep in the galactic sounds
Behold unfinished dreams of a man
without hope.
Sleepless in the swim
of the sweet sweat pillow.
No vision of an own self,
deserted by his outer spiritual awakening.
Unknown pain on the left leg muscles.
Pins and needles across the brain that drains.
The yeast warming in a completely different
way from the original mind.
without hope.
Sleepless in the swim
of the sweet sweat pillow.
No vision of an own self,
deserted by his outer spiritual awakening.
Unknown pain on the left leg muscles.
Pins and needles across the brain that drains.
The yeast warming in a completely different
way from the original mind.
#dreams
#insomnia
#nightmares
#sleep
#spiritual
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Silent knot
In the quiet hours when sleep eludes,
being awake for long, through the night.
A scent emerges, twisting in the air,
the strange smell of something burning.
Eyes wide open, thoughts begin to unravel,
the mind plays tricks in the absence of rest.
Is it fatigue or dreams left behind?
This scent, a whisper on the edge of awareness.
Senses sharpen in the haze of wakefulness,
reality blurs in the long hours of night.
The burnt smell, a ghostly presence,
a reminder of the body’s need for rest.
In these...
being awake for long, through the night.
A scent emerges, twisting in the air,
the strange smell of something burning.
Eyes wide open, thoughts begin to unravel,
the mind plays tricks in the absence of rest.
Is it fatigue or dreams left behind?
This scent, a whisper on the edge of awareness.
Senses sharpen in the haze of wakefulness,
reality blurs in the long hours of night.
The burnt smell, a ghostly presence,
a reminder of the body’s need for rest.
In these...
#anxiety
#insomnia
#nightmares
#scary
#sleep
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Midnight Tunes
Dancing clouds floated above
Intoxicating smoke curling in the air
From the incense of insomnia
Rose with midnight tunes
A lento slithering from the chime
To fill every hollowed nook
With the sweet-smelling fragments
Of bitter-echoing remnants
Whispering softly to lull me awake
Intoxicating smoke curling in the air
From the incense of insomnia
Rose with midnight tunes
A lento slithering from the chime
To fill every hollowed nook
With the sweet-smelling fragments
Of bitter-echoing remnants
Whispering softly to lull me awake
#insomnia
#night
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Dawns Grace
Morbidly Insane;
Patently Inane;
Perpetually Mundane….
Staring into this darkness
Until morning came.
Racing turmoil
Of my mind.
Casting shadows,
That grip and bind.
Misdirection and time:
Askew and upside down.
Within this chamber,
‘Round and around.
Cold and sweaty,
About to drown.
Came up for air,
None to be found.
Frantically fighting
What is not there….
Nightmares of the past
Or ghosts of tomorrow’s snare?
Patently Inane;
Perpetually Mundane….
Staring into this darkness
Until morning came.
Racing turmoil
Of my mind.
Casting shadows,
That grip and bind.
Misdirection and time:
Askew and upside down.
Within this chamber,
‘Round and around.
Cold and sweaty,
About to drown.
Came up for air,
None to be found.
Frantically fighting
What is not there….
Nightmares of the past
Or ghosts of tomorrow’s snare?
#depression
#insomnia
#MentalHealth
#spiritual
#vulnerability
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too tired
i wake up
each morning
with more
physical pain,
(except
when i
sleep for
a few
hours during
my day),
than i don't
want to
continue
enduring,
ailments
it seems
i inherited
from my
mother,
and knowing
that the
government
refuses to
compensate
me fully
does not
help an
already bad
situation.
each morning
with more
physical pain,
(except
when i
sleep for
a few
hours during
my day),
than i don't
want to
continue
enduring,
ailments
it seems
i inherited
from my
mother,
and knowing
that the
government
refuses to
compensate
me fully
does not
help an
already bad
situation.
#disability
#illness
#insomnia
#vulnerability
#weakness
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Quiet Bullet
Eat a bullet to quiet my demons
Help on the way
Save me from myself
The powder on my fingers
Will live with them through eternity
Dig out of my bunker
Stick the flag of my being
Firmly in my ground
Can’t go out like that
I’m much too handsome
Come around to how it really is
Cast away all the bullshit
Find some joy in dull minutes
But I have ADHD I can’t pay attention
To even myself
You say something to me
My brain is racing somewhere else
Pay...
Help on the way
Save me from myself
The powder on my fingers
Will live with them through eternity
Dig out of my bunker
Stick the flag of my being
Firmly in my ground
Can’t go out like that
I’m much too handsome
Come around to how it really is
Cast away all the bullshit
Find some joy in dull minutes
But I have ADHD I can’t pay attention
To even myself
You say something to me
My brain is racing somewhere else
Pay...
#anxiety
#insomnia
#vulnerability #weakness
#vulnerability #weakness
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Insomnia at its Finest
My mind was all over the place
My thoughts got lost in a maze
Through a labyrinth of the subconscious emerging
Pouring ideas and concepts
Endless frameworks and contexts
As all night long my brain kept rushing and surging
Woken from dream cloud
As if I’d spoken out loud
Infinite ideas drove me to no end throughout the night
Each and every situation
Added to my frustration
How typical of my subliminal to pick that time to fight
By the early hours of the morning
Like some kind of forewarning
I saw the light...
My thoughts got lost in a maze
Through a labyrinth of the subconscious emerging
Pouring ideas and concepts
Endless frameworks and contexts
As all night long my brain kept rushing and surging
Woken from dream cloud
As if I’d spoken out loud
Infinite ideas drove me to no end throughout the night
Each and every situation
Added to my frustration
How typical of my subliminal to pick that time to fight
By the early hours of the morning
Like some kind of forewarning
I saw the light...
#insomnia
#WritingPoetry
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Demons Within
These demons, they whisper, they claw at my chest,
Yet I rise through the chaos, refusing their jest.
For strength is a fortress, built from the pain, A quiet resolve, like the calm after rain.
Each battle fought alone in the night,
A testament to the will, a glimmer of light,
In the silence I breathe, as the shadows collide,
A man forged in stillness, my spirit, my pride.
Yet I rise through the chaos, refusing their jest.
For strength is a fortress, built from the pain, A quiet resolve, like the calm after rain.
Each battle fought alone in the night,
A testament to the will, a glimmer of light,
In the silence I breathe, as the shadows collide,
A man forged in stillness, my spirit, my pride.
#depression
#insomnia
#strength
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