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.
Where Rainbows collide
Oh to fall into sweet slumber
Is not for me instead I wander
Through moonbeams, magic, and starlight
And clouds and prisms oh so bright
And find what I want most claiming me
Mind body and soul when I plea
And all the rainbows collide
On a magic carpet ride
I smile though I cannot sleep
Dejected chasm feels so deep
I am denied my infernal flame
But I will smile through the rain
Close my eyes go to another dimension
Where I can express my true intention
And live every colour that’s in my mind
With no denial of the...
Is not for me instead I wander
Through moonbeams, magic, and starlight
And clouds and prisms oh so bright
And find what I want most claiming me
Mind body and soul when I plea
And all the rainbows collide
On a magic carpet ride
I smile though I cannot sleep
Dejected chasm feels so deep
I am denied my infernal flame
But I will smile through the rain
Close my eyes go to another dimension
Where I can express my true intention
And live every colour that’s in my mind
With no denial of the...
#insomnia
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SICK, LOST, STRANDED and SLEEPLESS IN LIMA PERU - (due to my Passport being stolen!) (5:56am, 3-5-2025, Lima, Peru)
after this
my by now
third
sleepless night
of restless
insomnia
sick lost
stranded
and sleepless
here
way down
south
in lima peru
when this
sudden
unexpected
thought question
spontaneously arose
to occur
in me here
for me
to consider
in which
i quietly ...
my by now
third
sleepless night
of restless
insomnia
sick lost
stranded
and sleepless
here
way down
south
in lima peru
when this
sudden
unexpected
thought question
spontaneously arose
to occur
in me here
for me
to consider
in which
i quietly ...
#anxiety
#disability
#illness
#insomnia
#PTSD
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Scraping By
I try to make progress but everything fails,
It seems even faith is fated to expire,
Am I the only one with this problem?
Or just conceited enough to be convinced of it?
When hell is left rupturing like a canker sore,
That I can’t help but to bite on more,
The pain it horrifies, as the time passes I weep my days,
Little have I moved yet I writhe in pain,
Such a fucking Coward, listen to the screams!
Just massaging my temples with the blaster of extremities,
A sawed off for every time you watched me plead,
“Save me” “Help me” “God...
It seems even faith is fated to expire,
Am I the only one with this problem?
Or just conceited enough to be convinced of it?
When hell is left rupturing like a canker sore,
That I can’t help but to bite on more,
The pain it horrifies, as the time passes I weep my days,
Little have I moved yet I writhe in pain,
Such a fucking Coward, listen to the screams!
Just massaging my temples with the blaster of extremities,
A sawed off for every time you watched me plead,
“Save me” “Help me” “God...
#insomnia
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mental overdrive
silence is a mythical creature
Pegasus in flight on a starry night
clouds always obscuring it from my sight
{& all that romantic crap}
such beasts rarely descend into my chaotic realm
sleep is a wildscape of dreaming
wakefulness a cacophony
it's been...a few sleepless darks...& counting
eyes open but unseeing
desperate for respite
as words...questions...memories
rattle around the birdcage of my mind
dust kicked up by their turbulent beating
& I struggle to focus on breathing
not as easy as you'd think ...
Pegasus in flight on a starry night
clouds always obscuring it from my sight
{& all that romantic crap}
such beasts rarely descend into my chaotic realm
sleep is a wildscape of dreaming
wakefulness a cacophony
it's been...a few sleepless darks...& counting
eyes open but unseeing
desperate for respite
as words...questions...memories
rattle around the birdcage of my mind
dust kicked up by their turbulent beating
& I struggle to focus on breathing
not as easy as you'd think ...
#anxiety
#confessional
#insomnia
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Sleep(less)
There’s a perfect dissonance in the chords,
Without words,
Off rhythm and off tempo…
It’s going to be a sleepless night.
And yet in what seems like a dream,
I hear voices amidst harmonies,
Mixing and interweaving through my head as I lay in bed thinking about the loneliest hours.
I have no view of the moon through my window,
But I’m absorbed by the sounds of the dark,
Waiting for the restful slumber,
My soul is lost in the specifics of nothing,
But I hear the chords again,
A slight chorus and then
Trailing off...
Without words,
Off rhythm and off tempo…
It’s going to be a sleepless night.
And yet in what seems like a dream,
I hear voices amidst harmonies,
Mixing and interweaving through my head as I lay in bed thinking about the loneliest hours.
I have no view of the moon through my window,
But I’m absorbed by the sounds of the dark,
Waiting for the restful slumber,
My soul is lost in the specifics of nothing,
But I hear the chords again,
A slight chorus and then
Trailing off...
#dark
#dreams
#insomnia #sleep
#insomnia #sleep
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In the Night

#dreams
#lover
#insomnia
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ode to insomnia
oh merciless enchantress of darkest hours
siren of endless thoughts
mistress of my torment
sweet devourer of sleep
how violently you return to me
night after night
you claim me for yourself
your fingertips leavin burnin trails
along my skin
we tangle in sheets of unrest
limbs entwined til dawn
remember how I begged for mercy
drownin our love in bottles of amber
three years free from those liquid chains
and still I bend to your touch
you unravel me
each caress ignitin thought
where whispers turn to savage...
siren of endless thoughts
mistress of my torment
sweet devourer of sleep
how violently you return to me
night after night
you claim me for yourself
your fingertips leavin burnin trails
along my skin
we tangle in sheets of unrest
limbs entwined til dawn
remember how I begged for mercy
drownin our love in bottles of amber
three years free from those liquid chains
and still I bend to your touch
you unravel me
each caress ignitin thought
where whispers turn to savage...
#insomnia
#sleep
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Nameless
They placed their hands upon my skin,
cold as stone, soft as smoke.
A name lingered on their tongues,
but it was not my own.
I do not know how I came to this place,
only that the sky is split with gold,
and the air hums with something older than time.
A procession moves in shadows,
faces blurred, voices low.
They dress me in silk and silence,
a crown of hands upon my head.
A chalice raised, the liquid thick as dusk.
I drink, and the world unravels—
memories not my own bloom behind my eyes,
a thousand lives...
cold as stone, soft as smoke.
A name lingered on their tongues,
but it was not my own.
I do not know how I came to this place,
only that the sky is split with gold,
and the air hums with something older than time.
A procession moves in shadows,
faces blurred, voices low.
They dress me in silk and silence,
a crown of hands upon my head.
A chalice raised, the liquid thick as dusk.
I drink, and the world unravels—
memories not my own bloom behind my eyes,
a thousand lives...
#addiction
#apathy
#depression
#insomnia
#nightmares
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when the last note falls
when the music dies
at my fingertips
when these hands forget
their dance across ivory keys
when these pages
close their eyes to my confessions
and words turn to glass
caught in my throat
sharp as swallowed memories
of blackout nights
then take these hands
that know exactly which chords
unlock the darkness
take these ink stained fingers
wrapped round crumpled pages
of half finished verses
carved from bones of sleepless nights
etch them into cold stone
let them stand as proof
to all of the times I...
at my fingertips
when these hands forget
their dance across ivory keys
when these pages
close their eyes to my confessions
and words turn to glass
caught in my throat
sharp as swallowed memories
of blackout nights
then take these hands
that know exactly which chords
unlock the darkness
take these ink stained fingers
wrapped round crumpled pages
of half finished verses
carved from bones of sleepless nights
etch them into cold stone
let them stand as proof
to all of the times I...
#bipolar
#depression
#insomnia #music
#insomnia #music
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I adore you, more than I implore
I adore something
I no longer have the privilege to explore
I lived off what was implored for so long
I forgot what I was doing it for
Let it be, ignore what I see
Act like it was never meant to be
Especially when it’s not good for me
But there’s so much in between
I want to change
I want to be this something
But I am nothing and everything
And that’s all I’ll ever be
I wish you never witnessed me
I no longer have the privilege to explore
I lived off what was implored for so long
I forgot what I was doing it for
Let it be, ignore what I see
Act like it was never meant to be
Especially when it’s not good for me
But there’s so much in between
I want to change
I want to be this something
But I am nothing and everything
And that’s all I’ll ever be
I wish you never witnessed me
#breakup
#confessional
#insomnia
#love
#SelfReflection
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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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DU Poetry : Insomnia Poems