Poems about Sleep
#sleep
Poetry about the benefits of a good night's sleep, and poems about feeling tired or sleepy, including poems about sleep problems like insomnia. Also, poetry about sleep and hibernation in nature.
zeronation
Poem Published
17th Jul 2019 5:49am
17th Jul 2019 5:49am
C12H16N2
you ever come home so drained,
all you want to do is lay there?
a little mouthwash but teeth unscraped...
glued to the bed, my
intent screams but portals slowly close;
melatonin takes it's course.
i welcome the new simulation,
or perhaps the old...
as long as I'm not
alone.
all you want to do is lay there?
a little mouthwash but teeth unscraped...
glued to the bed, my
intent screams but portals slowly close;
melatonin takes it's course.
i welcome the new simulation,
or perhaps the old...
as long as I'm not
alone.
#dreams
#sleep
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4 Comments
Stephanos_PS_M
Poem Published
13th Jul 2019 2:08pm
13th Jul 2019 2:08pm
Truth
You know
I know
We know
We were born to
Die alone
I know
We know
We were born to
Die alone
#death
#sleep
#aging #responsibility
#aging #responsibility
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fieryangelsouljia
MorriganFey
MorriganFey
Poem Published
12th Jul 2019 5:22pm
12th Jul 2019 5:22pm
Maybe the Nightmares are Friends
There is only death here
rivulets of red running down
bleeding walls,
crumbling
falling like bodies
onto barren floors
Nightmares that fuel me
reach for something more
there are many doors
here in this place
what do each have in store?
I have stories in my head
you see,
they're all I have left
and
I wish I could live in them
instead
Hunted and chased
by deluded beings
demons that see me
demons that control
the enviroments
I sleep in
I scream in...
rivulets of red running down
bleeding walls,
crumbling
falling like bodies
onto barren floors
Nightmares that fuel me
reach for something more
there are many doors
here in this place
what do each have in store?
I have stories in my head
you see,
they're all I have left
and
I wish I could live in them
instead
Hunted and chased
by deluded beings
demons that see me
demons that control
the enviroments
I sleep in
I scream in...
#dark
#monsters
#sleep #nightmares
#sleep #nightmares
46 reads
5 Comments
LivDiane
Poem Published
11th Jul 2019 2:09pm
11th Jul 2019 2:09pm
at 5:58 a.m.
so now it seems I’m just like you
all those times I said I stay up too late
i’d never risen with the sun in the mornings
now here I am at fucking 5:58
i’d like to say it’s evening time but
it’s clearly in the early AM
i haven’t had enough coffee
to take the day and slay it
but the sunrise was beautiful today
though I didn’t get much sleep at all
and it’ll more than likely be shitty
at least I can say I chased the dawn
i can’t say I’ll be doing this often
the night was just as fleeting
as...
all those times I said I stay up too late
i’d never risen with the sun in the mornings
now here I am at fucking 5:58
i’d like to say it’s evening time but
it’s clearly in the early AM
i haven’t had enough coffee
to take the day and slay it
but the sunrise was beautiful today
though I didn’t get much sleep at all
and it’ll more than likely be shitty
at least I can say I chased the dawn
i can’t say I’ll be doing this often
the night was just as fleeting
as...
#beauty
#sun
#morning
#nature
#sleep
67 reads
25 Comments
RevolutionAL
Poem Published
10th Jul 2019 12:22pm
10th Jul 2019 12:22pm
Thinking Trash
I recall a social media post
about crockery
smashed against a wall
into fragments of
it's former self
the pieces are collected
glued
together
It's cracks filled with gold
the once
broken
bowl / plate / cup / saucer
returns
in a Houdini style
butterfly trick way
as an image of beauty.
I wouldn't put the cracked piece
of china in the dishwasher though
Probably wouldn't even use it
Let's face it
It's an ornament now
Pretty yes! ...
about crockery
smashed against a wall
into fragments of
it's former self
the pieces are collected
glued
together
It's cracks filled with gold
the once
broken
bowl / plate / cup / saucer
returns
in a Houdini style
butterfly trick way
as an image of beauty.
I wouldn't put the cracked piece
of china in the dishwasher though
Probably wouldn't even use it
Let's face it
It's an ornament now
Pretty yes! ...
#heartbroken
#narrative
#sleep
#aging
#metaphor
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12 Comments
FromTheAsh
Poem Published
9th Jul 2019 8:52am
9th Jul 2019 8:52am
habitrails & bathroom buddies
there's a critter in a spinning wheel
running marathons in my head
rattling the cage bars of sleeplessness
as I rise for the 3rd time
bladder dragging me
a major nag in the crotch
stumbling through the hall
as I careen off the walls
narrowly missing the cat
hell bent on racing me to the door
darting kamikaze-style between my plodding feet
as she shoots dagger eyes up at me
annoyed that I disturbed her beauty sleep
(cuz apparently I can't be trusted anymore
I'm never alone when I pee)
it was just that one...
running marathons in my head
rattling the cage bars of sleeplessness
as I rise for the 3rd time
bladder dragging me
a major nag in the crotch
stumbling through the hall
as I careen off the walls
narrowly missing the cat
hell bent on racing me to the door
darting kamikaze-style between my plodding feet
as she shoots dagger eyes up at me
annoyed that I disturbed her beauty sleep
(cuz apparently I can't be trusted anymore
I'm never alone when I pee)
it was just that one...
#insomnia
#sleep
#frustration
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
8th Jul 2019 3:17pm
8th Jul 2019 3:17pm
Motherhood
The breeze licks through an open window,
bags hanging out as witches on trees,
it feels like a long time since I've slept, or found peace.
A train goes by beyond the closed blinds midday.
The scent of the Hoya wafts from the gap under a closed door,
a thirst deep and intentional clots on my throat.
A fuck self care attitude blistering in my airway.
It's the ceaselessness that does it,
it's the lack of screwing, and talking, and adult company that does it,
knee deep in toddlerdom,
neither here nor there with the business that may bring a...
bags hanging out as witches on trees,
it feels like a long time since I've slept, or found peace.
A train goes by beyond the closed blinds midday.
The scent of the Hoya wafts from the gap under a closed door,
a thirst deep and intentional clots on my throat.
A fuck self care attitude blistering in my airway.
It's the ceaselessness that does it,
it's the lack of screwing, and talking, and adult company that does it,
knee deep in toddlerdom,
neither here nor there with the business that may bring a...
#parent
#identity
#sleep
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2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
8th Jul 2019 10:19am
8th Jul 2019 10:19am
alone in a church
Alone in a Church
First time saw Alfred was in New York, 1955. He appeared on a
Clubs ‘stage playing sweet music. I was alone and frightened lost in a strange world so my father followed me back to the ship a
night of yellow fog and light rain.
For many years, I didn’t see Alfred busy as I was growing up and yes, not to forget all the beautiful girls how can a father compete with that?
In was only in later years when penniless and abandoned he came back, playing sweet music and listened to my story, just nodding his head and helping me up. I sat in a church it was...
First time saw Alfred was in New York, 1955. He appeared on a
Clubs ‘stage playing sweet music. I was alone and frightened lost in a strange world so my father followed me back to the ship a
night of yellow fog and light rain.
For many years, I didn’t see Alfred busy as I was growing up and yes, not to forget all the beautiful girls how can a father compete with that?
In was only in later years when penniless and abandoned he came back, playing sweet music and listened to my story, just nodding his head and helping me up. I sat in a church it was...
#childhood
#death
#holiday
#sleep
#luck
17 reads
1 Comment
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
5th Jul 2019 8:43am
5th Jul 2019 8:43am
Her smile
Lying there in her bed, smiling,
Astaire's "Cheek to Cheek", playing,
For her, they were happy,
Her spirit so free,
From ear to ear,
Grin severe,
Knife cut,
Blood....
Astaire's "Cheek to Cheek", playing,
For her, they were happy,
Her spirit so free,
From ear to ear,
Grin severe,
Knife cut,
Blood....
#happiness
#dark
#death
#evil
#sleep
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brokentitanium
Poem Published
4th Jul 2019 4:43am
4th Jul 2019 4:43am
Strategy 2 - Bedtime
Stay awake
until
I simply can't
Thus avoiding
willing surrender of time
and acceptance of the death
of this day's possibilities
I hate endings
until
I simply can't
Thus avoiding
willing surrender of time
and acceptance of the death
of this day's possibilities
I hate endings
#sleep
#denial
36 reads
2 Comments
LivDiane
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2019 11:15am
2nd Jul 2019 11:15am
Dancing Shadows
The red silky sheets are new, and
There’s feather pillows on the bed
The air is turned down nice and low
But still thoughts swarm my head
I’ve got the drapes all pulled together
Yet still the moonlight pours through
It’s like the night is calling out for me
“Come, for the only light I have is you.”
I stretch out in the moonlit darkness
And let the low beams caress my skin
The low light casts them in porcelain hues
And it looks like I’m up for the night again
With vague shadows dancing on the wall ...
There’s feather pillows on the bed
The air is turned down nice and low
But still thoughts swarm my head
I’ve got the drapes all pulled together
Yet still the moonlight pours through
It’s like the night is calling out for me
“Come, for the only light I have is you.”
I stretch out in the moonlit darkness
And let the low beams caress my skin
The low light casts them in porcelain hues
And it looks like I’m up for the night again
With vague shadows dancing on the wall ...
#anxiety
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#sleep
#nightmares
76 reads
14 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
1st Jul 2019 7:29am
1st Jul 2019 7:29am
Early Riser
New day, you lie still, with your eyes closed
but awake, ready to begin all over,
new and fresh, I will ride with you,
unplanned, we are up before the sun
awakes, he still lies there dreaming
while we yawn that first real yawn,
we stretch out, last night's fog
finally lifting from our eyes, standing
on our own, we will see what happens
when the rest of the world joins us.
but awake, ready to begin all over,
new and fresh, I will ride with you,
unplanned, we are up before the sun
awakes, he still lies there dreaming
while we yawn that first real yawn,
we stretch out, last night's fog
finally lifting from our eyes, standing
on our own, we will see what happens
when the rest of the world joins us.
#strength
#insomnia
#sleep
#acceptance
#wisdom
50 reads
4 Comments
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