Poems About Insomnia Published by Members Recently Online
#insomnia
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
15th Aug 2020 10:28pm
15th Aug 2020 10:28pm
YOU HAVE A CHOICE LIFE OR DEATH
Someplace and somewhere some family is going through rough times, dealing with an drug addict whether it's a friend or family member or someone you pass on the street. But yet I ask this question what will it take to get you, to understand that what you're doing is destroying the best part of you. As a woman or a man who withstood the very test of time for you even overcame, the adversities that almost killed you in heart and soul and mind. For why is it so hard to let go of the drugs that are slowly taking away, the true beauty of your heart and the deepness of your subconsciousness. While...
#depression
#relationships
#insomnia
#addiction
#nightmares
589 reads
13 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
15th Aug 2020 10:28pm
15th Aug 2020 10:28pm
YOU HAVE A CHOICE LIFE OR DEATH
Someplace and somewhere some family is going through rough times, dealing with an drug addict whether it's a friend or family member or someone you pass on the street. But yet I ask this question what will it take to get you, to understand that what you're doing is destroying the best part of you. As a woman or a man who withstood the very test of time for you even overcame, the adversities that almost killed you in heart and soul and mind. For why is it so hard to let go of the drugs that are slowly taking away, the true beauty of your heart and the deepness of your subconsciousness. While...
#depression
#relationships
#insomnia
#addiction
#nightmares
589 reads
13 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
15th Aug 2020 10:28pm
15th Aug 2020 10:28pm
YOU HAVE A CHOICE LIFE OR DEATH
Someplace and somewhere some family is going through rough times, dealing with an drug addict whether it's a friend or family member or someone you pass on the street. But yet I ask this question what will it take to get you, to understand that what you're doing is destroying the best part of you. As a woman or a man who withstood the very test of time for you even overcame, the adversities that almost killed you in heart and soul and mind. For why is it so hard to let go of the drugs that are slowly taking away, the true beauty of your heart and the deepness of your subconsciousness. While...
#depression
#relationships
#insomnia
#addiction
#nightmares
589 reads
13 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
15th Aug 2020 10:28pm
15th Aug 2020 10:28pm
YOU HAVE A CHOICE LIFE OR DEATH
Someplace and somewhere some family is going through rough times, dealing with an drug addict whether it's a friend or family member or someone you pass on the street. But yet I ask this question what will it take to get you, to understand that what you're doing is destroying the best part of you. As a woman or a man who withstood the very test of time for you even overcame, the adversities that almost killed you in heart and soul and mind. For why is it so hard to let go of the drugs that are slowly taking away, the true beauty of your heart and the deepness of your subconsciousness. While...
#depression
#relationships
#insomnia
#addiction
#nightmares
589 reads
13 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
19th Sep 2023 10:01pm
19th Sep 2023 10:01pm
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
224 reads
1 Comment
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
19th Sep 2023 10:01pm
19th Sep 2023 10:01pm
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
224 reads
1 Comment
mel44
Poem Published
9th Jan 2023 9:44am
9th Jan 2023 9:44am
Sleep When I’m Dead
Racing thoughts
scurrying in my head
Drink! She commands
else be dead
I wave no white flag
war is not lost
however, this affliction
assumes quite a cost
Long are the nights
upon these battlefields
twelve-hour shifts
yet no sleep yields
Still wide awake
I rise in the morning
mind foggy
she offers a warning
I shall demand
some ease tonight
drink you must
before madness takes flight
Manic the tone
racing in my head
fearing you not
I’ll sleep when I’m...
scurrying in my head
Drink! She commands
else be dead
I wave no white flag
war is not lost
however, this affliction
assumes quite a cost
Long are the nights
upon these battlefields
twelve-hour shifts
yet no sleep yields
Still wide awake
I rise in the morning
mind foggy
she offers a warning
I shall demand
some ease tonight
drink you must
before madness takes flight
Manic the tone
racing in my head
fearing you not
I’ll sleep when I’m...
#alcohol
#insomnia
380 reads
5 Comments
mel44
Poem Published
9th Jan 2023 9:44am
9th Jan 2023 9:44am
Sleep When I’m Dead
Racing thoughts
scurrying in my head
Drink! She commands
else be dead
I wave no white flag
war is not lost
however, this affliction
assumes quite a cost
Long are the nights
upon these battlefields
twelve-hour shifts
yet no sleep yields
Still wide awake
I rise in the morning
mind foggy
she offers a warning
I shall demand
some ease tonight
drink you must
before madness takes flight
Manic the tone
racing in my head
fearing you not
I’ll sleep when I’m...
scurrying in my head
Drink! She commands
else be dead
I wave no white flag
war is not lost
however, this affliction
assumes quite a cost
Long are the nights
upon these battlefields
twelve-hour shifts
yet no sleep yields
Still wide awake
I rise in the morning
mind foggy
she offers a warning
I shall demand
some ease tonight
drink you must
before madness takes flight
Manic the tone
racing in my head
fearing you not
I’ll sleep when I’m...
#alcohol
#insomnia
380 reads
5 Comments
Penguinphile
Ab.C.
Ab.C.
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2023 11:00am
3rd Aug 2023 11:00am
War Diary
It's the night 13 of the battle
another night of long bloodbath,
massacre of dreams, of peace.
In the light of the moon
the white noise has been waived,
wounded soldiers (eyes) waiting for Valkyries.
Songbirds blow their trumpets
oscillating and resonating my open bruise
leaving me shaken and aching.
The sun shines bright on my face
and, I guess it is again too late...
...to blow the candles out.
—Ab.C.
another night of long bloodbath,
massacre of dreams, of peace.
In the light of the moon
the white noise has been waived,
wounded soldiers (eyes) waiting for Valkyries.
Songbirds blow their trumpets
oscillating and resonating my open bruise
leaving me shaken and aching.
The sun shines bright on my face
and, I guess it is again too late...
...to blow the candles out.
—Ab.C.
#grief
#death
#insomnia
209 reads
0 Comments
Penguinphile
Ab.C.
Ab.C.
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2023 11:00am
3rd Aug 2023 11:00am
War Diary
It's the night 13 of the battle
another night of long bloodbath,
massacre of dreams, of peace.
In the light of the moon
the white noise has been waived,
wounded soldiers (eyes) waiting for Valkyries.
Songbirds blow their trumpets
oscillating and resonating my open bruise
leaving me shaken and aching.
The sun shines bright on my face
and, I guess it is again too late...
...to blow the candles out.
—Ab.C.
another night of long bloodbath,
massacre of dreams, of peace.
In the light of the moon
the white noise has been waived,
wounded soldiers (eyes) waiting for Valkyries.
Songbirds blow their trumpets
oscillating and resonating my open bruise
leaving me shaken and aching.
The sun shines bright on my face
and, I guess it is again too late...
...to blow the candles out.
—Ab.C.
#grief
#death
#insomnia
209 reads
0 Comments
Penguinphile
Ab.C.
Ab.C.
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2023 11:00am
3rd Aug 2023 11:00am
War Diary
It's the night 13 of the battle
another night of long bloodbath,
massacre of dreams, of peace.
In the light of the moon
the white noise has been waived,
wounded soldiers (eyes) waiting for Valkyries.
Songbirds blow their trumpets
oscillating and resonating my open bruise
leaving me shaken and aching.
The sun shines bright on my face
and, I guess it is again too late...
...to blow the candles out.
—Ab.C.
another night of long bloodbath,
massacre of dreams, of peace.
In the light of the moon
the white noise has been waived,
wounded soldiers (eyes) waiting for Valkyries.
Songbirds blow their trumpets
oscillating and resonating my open bruise
leaving me shaken and aching.
The sun shines bright on my face
and, I guess it is again too late...
...to blow the candles out.
—Ab.C.
#grief
#death
#insomnia
209 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
9th Sep 2021 4:27am
9th Sep 2021 4:27am
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
650 reads
16 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Insomnia Published by Members Recently Online
