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.
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
14th Jun 2021 8:14am
14th Jun 2021 8:14am
In Sickness or Health
I daydream of gum and water
Of rinsing ensure cans to prove that Im eating enough
Back then when people would hug me
They could run their fingers over the bones in my spine
Just by looking at my hands you could count my bones
They would always tell me that I was beautiful
Beautiful for someone so sick that is
But that is no longer the case now is it...
Its hard not to put how I looked in the past on a pedestal
To mentally worship the body that was thin and sick
Not the body that is fat and sick presently
The thin sick girl always seems...
Of rinsing ensure cans to prove that Im eating enough
Back then when people would hug me
They could run their fingers over the bones in my spine
Just by looking at my hands you could count my bones
They would always tell me that I was beautiful
Beautiful for someone so sick that is
But that is no longer the case now is it...
Its hard not to put how I looked in the past on a pedestal
To mentally worship the body that was thin and sick
Not the body that is fat and sick presently
The thin sick girl always seems...
#insomnia
#illness
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
#weakness
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WeesusMadimas
Bumped 10th Jun 2021 3:42am
28th May 2021 7:48am
28th May 2021 7:48am
Adamant
I'm reinventing ascending while gritting my teeth cause, I cant sleep. No not a wink.
These empty halls. crazy thoughts. and white walls. They take it all but never leave me be. Excreting insanity. defecating calamity.
Talking pallbearers with night terrors pushing tongues to the cheek. Facing defeat.
They look at me. with pity. but its me. that can see. That their eyes. yeah they lie. And they hide. Right behind. Poor disguise.
You better step aside. Cause this is me. Picking up speed. Hauling my fruity ass right down the street.
...
These empty halls. crazy thoughts. and white walls. They take it all but never leave me be. Excreting insanity. defecating calamity.
Talking pallbearers with night terrors pushing tongues to the cheek. Facing defeat.
They look at me. with pity. but its me. that can see. That their eyes. yeah they lie. And they hide. Right behind. Poor disguise.
You better step aside. Cause this is me. Picking up speed. Hauling my fruity ass right down the street.
...
#anxiety
#insomnia
#rap #SelfWorth
#rap #SelfWorth
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Swan37
Poem Published
8th Jun 2021 11:04am
8th Jun 2021 11:04am
sleep deprivation
Why do floor boards creak?
I know I could google it but I actually don't care.
It's just a question I ask myself when it's 3 am and I go to the kitchen to eat peanut butter with jam.
Sometimes I eat it with a spoon and sometimes with bread.
I don't know why I do it. Probably because I can.
I'm not scared of the dark nor the things that lurk inside but sometimes when I lay in bed I feel like I'm being watched by a man.
I'm not scared of the dark but I guess that sometimes I am.
Why does time seem to stand still when I get scared?
Why does a...
I know I could google it but I actually don't care.
It's just a question I ask myself when it's 3 am and I go to the kitchen to eat peanut butter with jam.
Sometimes I eat it with a spoon and sometimes with bread.
I don't know why I do it. Probably because I can.
I'm not scared of the dark nor the things that lurk inside but sometimes when I lay in bed I feel like I'm being watched by a man.
I'm not scared of the dark but I guess that sometimes I am.
Why does time seem to stand still when I get scared?
Why does a...
#suicide
#insomnia
#suffering
#nightmares
#FeelingTrapped
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MalcolmJThePoet
Poem Published
28th May 2021 3:16am
28th May 2021 3:16am
Inflammation
I am feeling so all alone
Like no one care about me
I have been so strong
Now I am weak
I have fallen by the waist side
Now everybody pointing their fingers at me
Punching and kicking when I'm down
When I was up everybody was by my side
Asking for handouts now that I am down and out
Nobody feeling faith everybody has doubts
Everybody asking is there is any hope for me
Cause I am not feeling like myself
My health is trying to fail me
Attacks against my body
Mentally unstable stuck in a dark place
Living in the dark...
Like no one care about me
I have been so strong
Now I am weak
I have fallen by the waist side
Now everybody pointing their fingers at me
Punching and kicking when I'm down
When I was up everybody was by my side
Asking for handouts now that I am down and out
Nobody feeling faith everybody has doubts
Everybody asking is there is any hope for me
Cause I am not feeling like myself
My health is trying to fail me
Attacks against my body
Mentally unstable stuck in a dark place
Living in the dark...
#depression
#insomnia
#illness
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
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LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
21st May 2021 6:35am
21st May 2021 6:35am
Morning Magic
dull-yellow, squared
numbers flicker into
focus
ten past seven~
way too early
again
a single moment
spent in blissful clarity
where I still allow myself
to see you and I as
you and I,
before my thoughts
realize my eyes are awake
and it is drowned, choking
on fear and resentment
I’m awake, I’m awake already
groaning in defeat
although I beat the alarm
by three full hours,
I roll over and begin
another day inside the frame;
a thousand small spells
taking the form...
numbers flicker into
focus
ten past seven~
way too early
again
a single moment
spent in blissful clarity
where I still allow myself
to see you and I as
you and I,
before my thoughts
realize my eyes are awake
and it is drowned, choking
on fear and resentment
I’m awake, I’m awake already
groaning in defeat
although I beat the alarm
by three full hours,
I roll over and begin
another day inside the frame;
a thousand small spells
taking the form...
#insomnia
#StreamOfConsciousness
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nikkimoe
Poem Published
16th May 2021 4:28pm
16th May 2021 4:28pm
Cement Shoes Inside The Temporal Lobe
Crawling through a broken window
hoping to find an unlocked door
behind the cobwebs in your mind.
Fifty two, forty six, eleven, twenty nine.
The only map is a fading memeory
you cannot seem to find.
Marshmellow floors consume your
thoughts and slowly milk time.
Perception is skewed and
then everything rewinds.
Back at the beginning of madness,
the brains grand design.
Fifty two, forty six, eleven, twenty nine.
hoping to find an unlocked door
behind the cobwebs in your mind.
Fifty two, forty six, eleven, twenty nine.
The only map is a fading memeory
you cannot seem to find.
Marshmellow floors consume your
thoughts and slowly milk time.
Perception is skewed and
then everything rewinds.
Back at the beginning of madness,
the brains grand design.
Fifty two, forty six, eleven, twenty nine.
#anxiety
#dreams
#insomnia #unicorns
#insomnia #unicorns
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ursa
Poem Published
14th May 2021 4:36pm
14th May 2021 4:36pm
Lullaby
Molasses minutes
itchy eyeballs
mattress strewn with
tacks and nails.
Mad clocks talk
tick-tock tick-tock!
Never to sleep.
Not ever to wake.
Forsaken days,
forgotten projects,
Relationships crumble;
shameless haze.
Dawn bleeds slow to
sleep-in mornings.
Insomnia howls:
'Pyjama day'.
itchy eyeballs
mattress strewn with
tacks and nails.
Mad clocks talk
tick-tock tick-tock!
Never to sleep.
Not ever to wake.
Forsaken days,
forgotten projects,
Relationships crumble;
shameless haze.
Dawn bleeds slow to
sleep-in mornings.
Insomnia howls:
'Pyjama day'.
#insomnia
#sleep
#frustration
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u53l355
Poem Published
29th Apr 2021 7:53pm
29th Apr 2021 7:53pm
And I still can't sleep
Another night
Sleep deprived
I know that I'm tired
I guess it's alright . NO!
It's not ok it's another night where I lye wide awake.
Another feeling of guilt that I just can not shake
It's the stress
A test ?
Set in motions from a greater power have I provoked them ? NO !
Then why can't I dream ? Paralyzed on this bed and can't even scream .
Help me ? No
I do this my own , I put myself here as I polished your throne .
Rome , wasn't built in a day
One thing is clear that someone else paid with mistakes ....
...
Sleep deprived
I know that I'm tired
I guess it's alright . NO!
It's not ok it's another night where I lye wide awake.
Another feeling of guilt that I just can not shake
It's the stress
A test ?
Set in motions from a greater power have I provoked them ? NO !
Then why can't I dream ? Paralyzed on this bed and can't even scream .
Help me ? No
I do this my own , I put myself here as I polished your throne .
Rome , wasn't built in a day
One thing is clear that someone else paid with mistakes ....
...
#sadness
#anxiety
#insomnia
#sleep
#fear
58 reads
2 Comments
Breedlove
Poem Published
27th Apr 2021 6:48pm
27th Apr 2021 6:48pm
Nodding off the Ha'Penny Bridge
Exeperience is always on offer. Good and bad. Once would never be enough for me. I'd go straight into my vein so I could go to sleep for a little long while.
Romanticising in my lonely space as I just say fuck it to the world. Goodbye to everything and everyone I've ever loved before
Id be nodding off on the Ha'penny Bridge with a coffee cup. Saving all my change for a pick me up. Delegating my time. Searching for the first time feeling.
Miss Liffey waits in silence while my reflection screams at all these distorted faces. Are they just...
Romanticising in my lonely space as I just say fuck it to the world. Goodbye to everything and everyone I've ever loved before
Id be nodding off on the Ha'penny Bridge with a coffee cup. Saving all my change for a pick me up. Delegating my time. Searching for the first time feeling.
Miss Liffey waits in silence while my reflection screams at all these distorted faces. Are they just...
#depression
#insomnia
#addiction
#EatingDisorder
#PTSD
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Elias-June
Ellis
Ellis
Poem Published
19th Apr 2021 4:14am
19th Apr 2021 4:14am
14: Insomnia
Welcome to the end”
They say, some nights
Pulling me down
Falling through lights
“If you want death”
They whisper, inside
Thirteen fingers
Count away the night
They say, some nights
Pulling me down
Falling through lights
“If you want death”
They whisper, inside
Thirteen fingers
Count away the night
#loneliness
#dark
#insomnia
#emptiness
#nightmares
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Penguinphile
Poem Published
16th Apr 2021 3:27pm
16th Apr 2021 3:27pm
White Paper
It is past 3 am,
this is the time
when the words I can trace on the paper,
makes sense.
But, today it seems
they are upset with me.
Everything I write is drifting away,
every word (a cocoon) turning into a butterfly.
Leaving the scent of the ink, and
flying out of the window.
No traces are left off, even a dot.
The paper is as white, as the moon that sits in the sky
the tale now remains stuck inside.
Perhaps, it only belonged to my head.
this is the time
when the words I can trace on the paper,
makes sense.
But, today it seems
they are upset with me.
Everything I write is drifting away,
every word (a cocoon) turning into a butterfly.
Leaving the scent of the ink, and
flying out of the window.
No traces are left off, even a dot.
The paper is as white, as the moon that sits in the sky
the tale now remains stuck inside.
Perhaps, it only belonged to my head.
#sadness
#insomnia
#FeelingLost
73 reads
6 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 5:13am
11th Apr 2021 5:13am
If then I only knew what I now know, I'd said NO.
Around and around and down I go, when will I stop, when I'm in the ground I'll know. It was never ours to begin with to hoard and withhold, render unto Caesar what is Caesar's it is owed, now within my own explosion I am ready to implode, as I think of all the spending spent and with not a rod dam thing to show. Once you've bought it you're sold and getting it back will take years more than four score and cost more than seventy eleven fold.
Slow is the hole made in your soul there goes your whole glow, wages paid promptly with dues in delinquency still owed, cash hard and cold for...
Slow is the hole made in your soul there goes your whole glow, wages paid promptly with dues in delinquency still owed, cash hard and cold for...
#hope
#insomnia
#addiction
#meditation
#hurt
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