Poems About Insomnia Seeking Friendly Advice
#insomnia
The Jester's Armoire
Is it tea time yet?
It feels right.
My dream warped when I stepped into it.
An unfinished conversation with the past keeps haunting my night time slumber.
It gave me a glimpse but my damn thought process is foggy, detached, nothing’s crystal clear.
Even the inner mirror cracked when I looked into it, shattering into bits and pieces floating through my mind’s eye as disassociated memories and reflections.
All I want to do is sleep.
All I want is my slumber.
All I want is renewal.
When will any of it ever come to...
It feels right.
My dream warped when I stepped into it.
An unfinished conversation with the past keeps haunting my night time slumber.
It gave me a glimpse but my damn thought process is foggy, detached, nothing’s crystal clear.
Even the inner mirror cracked when I looked into it, shattering into bits and pieces floating through my mind’s eye as disassociated memories and reflections.
All I want to do is sleep.
All I want is my slumber.
All I want is renewal.
When will any of it ever come to...
#dreams
#insomnia
#sleep
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Three Bells in the Night
Credit for photo to: Cherry Laithang from Unsplash.com
The striking of three bells in the morning signals an awakening.
It's soo quiet. It's too quiet.
The kind of quiet that feels like you're being watched.
From the other side of the veil they watch us.
From our side the moments slow.
Time stands still during this so called witching hour.
Why is it we wake in the depths of the darkness to sense our fear? What do you do when you're too scared to even breathe underneath the covers? Your heart is pounding and you...
The striking of three bells in the morning signals an awakening.
It's soo quiet. It's too quiet.
The kind of quiet that feels like you're being watched.
From the other side of the veil they watch us.
From our side the moments slow.
Time stands still during this so called witching hour.
Why is it we wake in the depths of the darkness to sense our fear? What do you do when you're too scared to even breathe underneath the covers? Your heart is pounding and you...
#courage
#insomnia
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Slowburn
I’ve been noticing
How fkn exhausting it is to
Be the particular way that I am
About things being done
The right way
And I’ve
Been wanting
For a life of higher luxury
To pamper myself with status
Adorning myself with
Earthly desires
Filling the
Void
That stares back
I usually do it with music
Rap has been bumping
To my heartbeat and
Keeping me going
While arousing
Me too
Consuming the
Things I can have because
Right now...
How fkn exhausting it is to
Be the particular way that I am
About things being done
The right way
And I’ve
Been wanting
For a life of higher luxury
To pamper myself with status
Adorning myself with
Earthly desires
Filling the
Void
That stares back
I usually do it with music
Rap has been bumping
To my heartbeat and
Keeping me going
While arousing
Me too
Consuming the
Things I can have because
Right now...
#SelfHarm
#insomnia
#OCD
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
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Pain
I feel like absolute shit
Constant ringing in my head
I'm losing my mind
Not much more can be said
I feel like I'm dying
I'm losing all hope
I can't seem to sleep
No way for me to cope
I wish for peace
For the end of my life
For quiet to be found
To find a simple light
I'm depressed and alone
And I'm afraid I'm falling apart
Struggling to feel my own head
I'm losing my soul and my heart
Its hard for me to write
For me to tell my tale
For it hurts to be alive
My mind is...
Constant ringing in my head
I'm losing my mind
Not much more can be said
I feel like I'm dying
I'm losing all hope
I can't seem to sleep
No way for me to cope
I wish for peace
For the end of my life
For quiet to be found
To find a simple light
I'm depressed and alone
And I'm afraid I'm falling apart
Struggling to feel my own head
I'm losing my soul and my heart
Its hard for me to write
For me to tell my tale
For it hurts to be alive
My mind is...
#insomnia
#illness
#MentalHealth
#despair
#FeelingTrapped
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(...)
(…)
I want to tell you you’re my everything.
I want to tell you that you taught me how to sing.
I forgive you if that means anything at all…
There is just no means to sleep that I recall.
There is slumber and then there is sleep,
And may this sleep encompass everything, so deep.
I was hoping for the thing I always thought I knew,
But I woke up with the snowfall instead of next to you.
And everything is cutting deeper when I wake.
I gave you more than you should have to take.
When I wake, it is you who is underneath my...
I want to tell you you’re my everything.
I want to tell you that you taught me how to sing.
I forgive you if that means anything at all…
There is just no means to sleep that I recall.
There is slumber and then there is sleep,
And may this sleep encompass everything, so deep.
I was hoping for the thing I always thought I knew,
But I woke up with the snowfall instead of next to you.
And everything is cutting deeper when I wake.
I gave you more than you should have to take.
When I wake, it is you who is underneath my...
#heartbroken
#insomnia
#IMissYou
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Moment captured
The mist of sweet vanilla stains my skin and shirt
As I curl up on my couch with my switch
Legs bare and curled up under a soft blanket
Mindlessly moving small things around on a digital island
The vanilla perfume a treat just for myself
Alone and up late, my mind fighting the hold of sleep
As I sip on martinelli's sparkling blush
The taste of apples and raspberry heavy on my tongue
I wish I had more moments this relaxing
More moments dominated by vanilla, apple and raspberry
As I curl up on my couch with my switch
Legs bare and curled up under a soft blanket
Mindlessly moving small things around on a digital island
The vanilla perfume a treat just for myself
Alone and up late, my mind fighting the hold of sleep
As I sip on martinelli's sparkling blush
The taste of apples and raspberry heavy on my tongue
I wish I had more moments this relaxing
More moments dominated by vanilla, apple and raspberry
#insomnia
#gratitude
#witches
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for a few lovers more
For a few lovers more.
I was driving along on the car radio Rod Stewart
Sang” have I told you lately that I love you.”
Perhaps it wasn’t Rod but someone else what
Do I know about popular music?
Why do I find it hard to say those simple words?
I have practised in front of the mirror, like an actor
who knows his line but lacks imagination
I bought her a car instead.
That made her happy, she meet her lover
come back and kiss my bald head and say, “love you.”
thinking of him.
I met her lover at a party, walked up to him
and...
I was driving along on the car radio Rod Stewart
Sang” have I told you lately that I love you.”
Perhaps it wasn’t Rod but someone else what
Do I know about popular music?
Why do I find it hard to say those simple words?
I have practised in front of the mirror, like an actor
who knows his line but lacks imagination
I bought her a car instead.
That made her happy, she meet her lover
come back and kiss my bald head and say, “love you.”
thinking of him.
I met her lover at a party, walked up to him
and...
#depression
#insomnia
#addiction
#illness
#diabetes
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together again
the terrifying silence
crashes around me
I'm afraid I will
be broken into pieces
that can't be put back
together again
I've done this before
pieced myself
together again
but I get so tired
of the fear that the
breaking will never end
crashes around me
I'm afraid I will
be broken into pieces
that can't be put back
together again
I've done this before
pieced myself
together again
but I get so tired
of the fear that the
breaking will never end
#insomnia
#PTSD
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Why there are cicadas - a tinnitus story
Why there are cicadas - a tinnitus story
written November 1st, 2021
One day there was a small child
who woke up in the night
to the sound of cicadas.
Her grownup comes in to check on her.
The small child doesn't talk very much.
She looks at the grownup and rubs her ears.
Her grownup asks, "Does the noise bother you?"
The small child nods yes.
The small child's eyes ask...
Why is it there?
What does it mean?
Why does it never stop?
Her grownup smiles and tells her...
Those are cicadas dear one ...
written November 1st, 2021
One day there was a small child
who woke up in the night
to the sound of cicadas.
Her grownup comes in to check on her.
The small child doesn't talk very much.
She looks at the grownup and rubs her ears.
Her grownup asks, "Does the noise bother you?"
The small child nods yes.
The small child's eyes ask...
Why is it there?
What does it mean?
Why does it never stop?
Her grownup smiles and tells her...
Those are cicadas dear one ...
#insomnia
#sleep
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the carafe
The carafe
Bought a bottle
Of red wine.
It looks at me
I look at it.
Furiously.
It is empty now
threw it in the bin.
Who wants to?
Look at an empty
bottle
If you are not
a collector of labels
Bought a bottle
Of red wine.
It looks at me
I look at it.
Furiously.
It is empty now
threw it in the bin.
Who wants to?
Look at an empty
bottle
If you are not
a collector of labels
#anxiety
#bipolar
#insomnia
#addiction
#apathy
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Sleep Is Just A Word
Here we are
It's after seven in the morning
And I couldn't sleep a wink
For the second night this week
I feel like a zombie
Walking through the days
In a hazy daze
And I can't even grab a nap
Woe is me they used to say
But it seems apropos to me
On days like this
When sleep is nowhere in sight
I wonder if tonight
Will be my lucky night
But I have a lurking suspicion
That I'm going to be shit out of luck
I'm an insomnimaniac
Living in a constant doze
I'd pray for some sleep
But there is no god to...
It's after seven in the morning
And I couldn't sleep a wink
For the second night this week
I feel like a zombie
Walking through the days
In a hazy daze
And I can't even grab a nap
Woe is me they used to say
But it seems apropos to me
On days like this
When sleep is nowhere in sight
I wonder if tonight
Will be my lucky night
But I have a lurking suspicion
That I'm going to be shit out of luck
I'm an insomnimaniac
Living in a constant doze
I'd pray for some sleep
But there is no god to...
#insomnia
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Innocence of Dreams
Innocence of Dreams
“Your coffee is a rich Costa Rican brew smooth as chocolate but without the sugar that is the bane of my diabetic existence. But I pine for a lighter wine cooler flavor but without the alcohol.”
“Well, our berry patch iced tea will be kind to your tongue. It is a Shirley Temple spirit that will tickle your taste buds with a dance as light as a feather on a spring breeze.”
“Pour away sweet maiden of the meadow whose fragrance is in her liquid refreshment.”
“Since this is your first sampling the tea is on the house.”
...
“Your coffee is a rich Costa Rican brew smooth as chocolate but without the sugar that is the bane of my diabetic existence. But I pine for a lighter wine cooler flavor but without the alcohol.”
“Well, our berry patch iced tea will be kind to your tongue. It is a Shirley Temple spirit that will tickle your taste buds with a dance as light as a feather on a spring breeze.”
“Pour away sweet maiden of the meadow whose fragrance is in her liquid refreshment.”
“Since this is your first sampling the tea is on the house.”
...
#dreams
#sun
#coffee
#insomnia
#tea
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