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.
Deep Dark Vertigo
Come a little closer non sequitur, let me touch your
mind's shadow on the horizon of the deep dark vertigo
ambiguity collaborating with Twilight's narrator
with remote on Zero Waning Thirsty with a few minor
adjustments to my insomnia by listening to the
raptures call, The Morning After, non-sequitur
analysis on the horizon of the deep dark vertigo.
mind's shadow on the horizon of the deep dark vertigo
ambiguity collaborating with Twilight's narrator
with remote on Zero Waning Thirsty with a few minor
adjustments to my insomnia by listening to the
raptures call, The Morning After, non-sequitur
analysis on the horizon of the deep dark vertigo.
#dark
#insomnia
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go back to sleep...
when the nightmares fade
and the fog of time settles in
like an old patchwork quilt
scraps of the past stitched together
in some haphazard kinda manner
blanketing history with a groggy me
muffling the internal screams
until I'm finally able to sleep
unsettled...twitchy...a little uneasy...
but desperate for a respite
a moment's unblemished peace
I lay tensed in a compact ball
occupying the least required space
waiting for sandman's call
listening to the erratic thud of my heart
and the unnaturally loud sound of my...
and the fog of time settles in
like an old patchwork quilt
scraps of the past stitched together
in some haphazard kinda manner
blanketing history with a groggy me
muffling the internal screams
until I'm finally able to sleep
unsettled...twitchy...a little uneasy...
but desperate for a respite
a moment's unblemished peace
I lay tensed in a compact ball
occupying the least required space
waiting for sandman's call
listening to the erratic thud of my heart
and the unnaturally loud sound of my...
#confessional
#insomnia
#PTSD #nightmares
#PTSD #nightmares
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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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Inner Monologue
Sadly my thoughts wither away
As the noise inside booms loudly
A cloud of doom looms above me
My ideas muddled so abruptly
As the moment they arrive
It takes no time for them to die
My own voice betrays me
With every thought a battle fought
A war I can’t win a demon within
A poison I can’t bleed out
I just want a moment of silence
A request not of greed but of need
Many nights I stayed awake
Drunk off insomnia
So I may think no longer
And then when I finally sleep
I awake the next day
To the voice of...
As the noise inside booms loudly
A cloud of doom looms above me
My ideas muddled so abruptly
As the moment they arrive
It takes no time for them to die
My own voice betrays me
With every thought a battle fought
A war I can’t win a demon within
A poison I can’t bleed out
I just want a moment of silence
A request not of greed but of need
Many nights I stayed awake
Drunk off insomnia
So I may think no longer
And then when I finally sleep
I awake the next day
To the voice of...
#depression
#insomnia
#MentalHealth
#hell
#vulnerability
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night is a golden dream
Poems of Innocence
Broken loaves, abundant giving;
Broken lives, abundant living―cab
no. 2. night is a golden dream
night is a golden dream
scarce bursting at the seam
bound by insomnia
and paranoia
a pillow full of pain
yielding no restful gain
the weary soul would seek
or solace for the meek
for in day's interim
when full you waxed of whim
you loved yourself alone
...
Broken loaves, abundant giving;
Broken lives, abundant living―cab
no. 2. night is a golden dream
night is a golden dream
scarce bursting at the seam
bound by insomnia
and paranoia
a pillow full of pain
yielding no restful gain
the weary soul would seek
or solace for the meek
for in day's interim
when full you waxed of whim
you loved yourself alone
...
#dreams
#night
#insomnia #sleep
#insomnia #sleep
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40 Yard Stare
40 Yard Stare
orig (906) poetry
10/15
By: D.L.Brown
aka
$tr8 $av
Wikkid Rich
Wires crossed
all wrong
bulbs burnt out
blown fuses
burnt smell in
the air
Da#n Heart on
Sleeve again
It still isn't fully
repaired from the
last time I choose
to wear it out there.
Considering going out
on A
-Date=
To the Fair
Me?!
actually going
somewhere
Instead of
locking down
within 4 walls
blowing thick
clouds into the air
Stuck
Pipe Drunk, ...
orig (906) poetry
10/15
By: D.L.Brown
aka
$tr8 $av
Wikkid Rich
Wires crossed
all wrong
bulbs burnt out
blown fuses
burnt smell in
the air
Da#n Heart on
Sleeve again
It still isn't fully
repaired from the
last time I choose
to wear it out there.
Considering going out
on A
-Date=
To the Fair
Me?!
actually going
somewhere
Instead of
locking down
within 4 walls
blowing thick
clouds into the air
Stuck
Pipe Drunk, ...
#depression
#insomnia
#addiction #MentalHealth
#addiction #MentalHealth
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Caught like prey
I don’t want to be that person
That lives in different lands,
Obeys and plays a person
Obedient to a command.
There’s something about this person I don’t like
And cage away,
It creeps upon me ‘caught like prey’
It sinks in its talons,
No intention of releasing its grasp,
No space to breathe a reason I need,
To make my breathing last.
That lives in different lands,
Obeys and plays a person
Obedient to a command.
There’s something about this person I don’t like
And cage away,
It creeps upon me ‘caught like prey’
It sinks in its talons,
No intention of releasing its grasp,
No space to breathe a reason I need,
To make my breathing last.
#depression
#insomnia
#MentalHealth
#weakness
#vulnerability
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The Man Behind the Chaos
A hint of fire beneath the eyes
Joyous laughter amidst the fray
Reveling in the day when order dies
Indulging in the social decay
The insoluble figure stands amidst the rubble
When brother betrays brother
The adjudicater breathes their last breath
Losing the love of a mother
An age when death begets death
He draws closer, though far from defined
Screams echoe in desolate streets
Listen, and hear the dragging of chains
The stranger delights in these treats
He controls the chaos, holding war's reigns
...
Joyous laughter amidst the fray
Reveling in the day when order dies
Indulging in the social decay
The insoluble figure stands amidst the rubble
When brother betrays brother
The adjudicater breathes their last breath
Losing the love of a mother
An age when death begets death
He draws closer, though far from defined
Screams echoe in desolate streets
Listen, and hear the dragging of chains
The stranger delights in these treats
He controls the chaos, holding war's reigns
...
#anxiety
#dark
#dreams
#insomnia
#fear
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No Limbo
I wish it didn't hurt this way
Wishing for it to not matter
Just feels as if I'm drowning
I come up for air at times
And it hurts worse to breathe
There's no limbo for this pain
No place to find to simply rest
Wishing for it to not matter
Just feels as if I'm drowning
I come up for air at times
And it hurts worse to breathe
There's no limbo for this pain
No place to find to simply rest
#sadness
#loneliness
#insomnia
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
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Spider Thoughts
Head full of spiders
Waiting for each floating thought
To get caught
Wrapping them in cobwebs of you
Silken sullen headache
Need an exterminator
Waiting for each floating thought
To get caught
Wrapping them in cobwebs of you
Silken sullen headache
Need an exterminator
#insomnia
#despair
#nightmares
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Coffee House
lean back
cold black leather
soft and repellent
vaporous film in the red autumn leaves
will haunt
thickening clouds
wanton thought
I see your apparition and stare
down into my espresso
smokey quartz dangles
from a silver chain
your ability to scare
is present
in the eyes of posters
printed phantoms
antique ghosts
nothing burns
in the dark fireplace
cracked
coffee cups churn
the wide-eyed night
for a moment
if life could be siphoned...
cold black leather
soft and repellent
vaporous film in the red autumn leaves
will haunt
thickening clouds
wanton thought
I see your apparition and stare
down into my espresso
smokey quartz dangles
from a silver chain
your ability to scare
is present
in the eyes of posters
printed phantoms
antique ghosts
nothing burns
in the dark fireplace
cracked
coffee cups churn
the wide-eyed night
for a moment
if life could be siphoned...
#sadness
#loneliness
#insomnia
#despair
#vulnerability
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Somnia
Insomnia
And I sleep,
or contemplate sleep,
or lust after sleep,
as if it'd be
a benediction -
wake on a breath,
melt in
to the heroic lullaby
of deep, heavy rain
hitting the frames, hitting the roof,
that used to do it for me -
and when it still doesn't come
I have been known to fold
on other means
like reading,
like yawning,
like collapsing inward and closing,
it just isn't enough anymore,
the body slugs on
searching for hope in her waking hours,
so now one has to reach out ...
And I sleep,
or contemplate sleep,
or lust after sleep,
as if it'd be
a benediction -
wake on a breath,
melt in
to the heroic lullaby
of deep, heavy rain
hitting the frames, hitting the roof,
that used to do it for me -
and when it still doesn't come
I have been known to fold
on other means
like reading,
like yawning,
like collapsing inward and closing,
it just isn't enough anymore,
the body slugs on
searching for hope in her waking hours,
so now one has to reach out ...
#insomnia
#sleep
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