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.
Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
Today 3:57am
Today 3:57am
Stoicism and Sunsets: Insomnia and Growth
My stoicism sets like the sun
a thin wall
a changing of the guard occurs
when the moon rises up
All stability crumbles
beneath her gaze
within these woods
a man I became
My composure
it waxes and wanes
built up and destroyed
again and again
Broken, calloused and cracked
so much time I've spent
filling the void with concrete truths
only to have new light seep in
This is the cycle I cursed in my youth
This is the cycle I still sometimes do
this is the cycle that made me who I am ...
a thin wall
a changing of the guard occurs
when the moon rises up
All stability crumbles
beneath her gaze
within these woods
a man I became
My composure
it waxes and wanes
built up and destroyed
again and again
Broken, calloused and cracked
so much time I've spent
filling the void with concrete truths
only to have new light seep in
This is the cycle I cursed in my youth
This is the cycle I still sometimes do
this is the cycle that made me who I am ...
#anxiety
#identity
#insomnia
#myself
#symbolism
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Hannah_Binkley
Poem Published
14th Mar 2020 5:25am
14th Mar 2020 5:25am
Nights Like These
It's nights like these
that I miss you the most
When I can't sleep
and I start to wish that you could see
all that has changed since you left
I've become someone new
because of you
I've coped in ways
that I am not proud of
and thought about joining you
I'm still mad
that you left me here
not all alone
but as the only hope
The only hope for our family
that's fallen apart since you left
but we both know
it was broken
long before your overdose
long before you even tried
all of those drugs you...
that I miss you the most
When I can't sleep
and I start to wish that you could see
all that has changed since you left
I've become someone new
because of you
I've coped in ways
that I am not proud of
and thought about joining you
I'm still mad
that you left me here
not all alone
but as the only hope
The only hope for our family
that's fallen apart since you left
but we both know
it was broken
long before your overdose
long before you even tried
all of those drugs you...
#depression
#brother
#family
#insomnia
#addiction
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
13th Mar 2020 7:53am
13th Mar 2020 7:53am
BoDiddley's In Church Now.
Clarified to c o n f i r m e d....these \ i'canno give y o u
n o w'
nor
ever.
Every/body thinks in turn of some self'pointed allegory
to make 'it' through the "better"day, and
when such discernments fall, the walls shudder,...
n o w'
nor
ever.
Every/body thinks in turn of some self'pointed allegory
to make 'it' through the "better"day, and
when such discernments fall, the walls shudder,...
#Christmas
#God
#monsters
#insomnia
#greed
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
12th Mar 2020 2:50am
12th Mar 2020 2:50am
The Pale Horse Polarity: An Insomniac's Lament
The night fast approaches
a pale horse birthed in its womb
alone in my room
the image burned into my brain
A mane of my past failings
and hooves shod by refrains
the beast rears up and stomps me
into the bed that I have made
Not a nightmare
For I remember not my dreams
I only wish I could be free
from this ailing cage
a pale horse birthed in its womb
alone in my room
the image burned into my brain
A mane of my past failings
and hooves shod by refrains
the beast rears up and stomps me
into the bed that I have made
Not a nightmare
For I remember not my dreams
I only wish I could be free
from this ailing cage
#anxiety
#depression
#insomnia
#myself
#symbolism
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
11th Mar 2020 3:18am
11th Mar 2020 3:18am
Monkey Mind Madness: An Olive Branch To My Emotions
My emotional circuits
leave me feeling sluggish
from object to object
I'm doing nothing but running
Exaustion an emergent
I make my own burdens
I wish I could find
one thing that felt worth it
with such low energy
My mind and I are enemies
Just hurting each other
I wish they were friendly
Why can't we be friends
and buck these trends?
maybe decide what to work toward
So we'll be happy in the end?
leave me feeling sluggish
from object to object
I'm doing nothing but running
Exaustion an emergent
I make my own burdens
I wish I could find
one thing that felt worth it
with such low energy
My mind and I are enemies
Just hurting each other
I wish they were friendly
Why can't we be friends
and buck these trends?
maybe decide what to work toward
So we'll be happy in the end?
#insomnia
#sleep
#myself
#disability
#emotions
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CosiestPrism273
Poem Published
8th Mar 2020 1:50pm
8th Mar 2020 1:50pm
Try to sleep
I try to sleep at night
I try to close my eyes
I try to rest my mind
But I have lost the fight
Tossing and turning in bed
I can't seem to sleep
I just want to rest
I hope and I pled
I want to be free from this pain
I want to be okay in life
I want to be a simple man
But instead I go insane
All alone in the dark
I'm trying to survive
I'm trying to hold on
I just need a spark
But instead I drift away
My memory it will fade
All the mistakes I made ...
I try to close my eyes
I try to rest my mind
But I have lost the fight
Tossing and turning in bed
I can't seem to sleep
I just want to rest
I hope and I pled
I want to be free from this pain
I want to be okay in life
I want to be a simple man
But instead I go insane
All alone in the dark
I'm trying to survive
I'm trying to hold on
I just need a spark
But instead I drift away
My memory it will fade
All the mistakes I made ...
#anxiety
#depression
#insomnia
#frustration
#despair
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
5th Mar 2020 4:29am
5th Mar 2020 4:29am
The Night Marches on: An Anthem of Praxis and Maxim
Insomnia like death and taxes
Is sure to plague me
until the end
For which it leaves me asking
I'm just a man
forced to marry pressure and praxis
Inside the hall of my core
I make mead of these maxims
My body tosses about
My tongue turns the phrase
If I just stay true to this practice
I know I'll be okay
Is sure to plague me
until the end
For which it leaves me asking
I'm just a man
forced to marry pressure and praxis
Inside the hall of my core
I make mead of these maxims
My body tosses about
My tongue turns the phrase
If I just stay true to this practice
I know I'll be okay
#depression
#strength
#insomnia
#sleep
#myself
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
4th Mar 2020 4:27am
4th Mar 2020 4:27am
A Storm Inside; A Measured Response
Lethargy is like a weight on my eyelids
as the winds of change lash my body
the sea
Is contained in my iris
The turbulent brine
Welling up; crashing down
turning my lips
Into sea-locked islands
The storm's end is abrupt
A crescendo of emotion and sound
that made a canyon of my earth
the impact so profound
The recession of the waves
carries my mind's silt away
The surface grows still
and I know I'll be okay
as the winds of change lash my body
the sea
Is contained in my iris
The turbulent brine
Welling up; crashing down
turning my lips
Into sea-locked islands
The storm's end is abrupt
A crescendo of emotion and sound
that made a canyon of my earth
the impact so profound
The recession of the waves
carries my mind's silt away
The surface grows still
and I know I'll be okay
#depression
#insomnia
#myself
#emotional
#emotions
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2020 3:04am
2nd Mar 2020 3:04am
Escaping The Cave: Tomorrow is Worth Meeting
Looking over the ledge
Toward my great beyond
I wave goodbye to the cave
and play my favorite song
I know I'll be back
down below before long
but walking this trail
Is where right now I belong
"I held [twilight's] hand this evening"
It's one man's search for meaning
I'll kiss the sky
and embrace what I might be
She beckons me forth
unto the plains of feeling
I trek amongst amber waves
My motivation's reeling
but I know tomorrow's worth meeting
Toward my great beyond
I wave goodbye to the cave
and play my favorite song
I know I'll be back
down below before long
but walking this trail
Is where right now I belong
"I held [twilight's] hand this evening"
It's one man's search for meaning
I'll kiss the sky
and embrace what I might be
She beckons me forth
unto the plains of feeling
I trek amongst amber waves
My motivation's reeling
but I know tomorrow's worth meeting
#anxiety
#depression
#insomnia
#myself
#emotions
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StaveleyJ
Poem Published
27th Feb 2020 3:32pm
27th Feb 2020 3:32pm
Shipping Forecast
I'm drifting on an airbed in an ocean,
Typing random Morse code on my phone.
My bed lacks you as far as the horizon.
Without you here I really feel alone.
I cannot know the depths that must be travelled,
The waves that must be ridden to a fall.
The rigging of my craft is lost, unravelled,
By Lundy, Fastnet, Irish Sea, Rockall.
I call your name into misty space,
The sounds disperse like snowflakes into sea,
Ritual words, sometimes understood,
In South Utsire, Forties, Cromarty.
It's five o'clock. I'm lying in the...
Typing random Morse code on my phone.
My bed lacks you as far as the horizon.
Without you here I really feel alone.
I cannot know the depths that must be travelled,
The waves that must be ridden to a fall.
The rigging of my craft is lost, unravelled,
By Lundy, Fastnet, Irish Sea, Rockall.
I call your name into misty space,
The sounds disperse like snowflakes into sea,
Ritual words, sometimes understood,
In South Utsire, Forties, Cromarty.
It's five o'clock. I'm lying in the...
#insomnia
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Kinkpoet
Poem Published
25th Feb 2020 9:07pm
25th Feb 2020 9:07pm
Affliction
THEN
poetry
has always been
like a bodily function
need
followed by release
nausea
then vomiting
cramps
then diarrhea
bladder full
then pissing ecstatically
creations appeared
intact in my head
then regurgitated
onto the page
immediately recoded or lost
source was within
psyche
mind
creativity
was sporadic
puddles
after a storm
briefly there
then gone
NOW
words
begin ...
poetry
has always been
like a bodily function
need
followed by release
nausea
then vomiting
cramps
then diarrhea
bladder full
then pissing ecstatically
creations appeared
intact in my head
then regurgitated
onto the page
immediately recoded or lost
source was within
psyche
mind
creativity
was sporadic
puddles
after a storm
briefly there
then gone
NOW
words
begin ...
#anxiety
#FreeVerse
#insomnia #WritingPoetry
#insomnia #WritingPoetry
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tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
11th Feb 2020 1:09am
11th Feb 2020 1:09am
Doze
It’s so dark.
You’re still on my mind and I’m falling apart.
Listening to my beating heart and the traffic passing the mini mart.
Up all night is starting to feel like a waste.
3 a.m is a lonely place, even for a pretty face.
But the music is sounding bland.
Entertainment is boring when its always on demand.
I’d rather be holding you hand.
Alive in a different land.
Wasn't that the plan?
But I’m up and I’m thinking.
Trying to control my breathing.
The smoke in my lungs is finally leaving.
I just wish I was sleeping.
You’re still on my mind and I’m falling apart.
Listening to my beating heart and the traffic passing the mini mart.
Up all night is starting to feel like a waste.
3 a.m is a lonely place, even for a pretty face.
But the music is sounding bland.
Entertainment is boring when its always on demand.
I’d rather be holding you hand.
Alive in a different land.
Wasn't that the plan?
But I’m up and I’m thinking.
Trying to control my breathing.
The smoke in my lungs is finally leaving.
I just wish I was sleeping.
#loneliness
#night
#insomnia
#sleep
#PowerOfWords
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