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.
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:53am
Yesterday 5:53am
To Kiss Upon A Dream
To thy lover a whisper in secrecy, discerning eyes must decide
You can’t run, I can’t hide
Souls encased in a time capsule continue to gently collide
Passion, felt to the heart so sweet
In thy calling of the night, a Queen you shall meet
Against the wind take my hand
Console the music of my temple through this lonely dance
Given time to escape the vault of the mind
In life, such a sweet landing my wings do find
Esu, the God, as I touch you softy in starlight dreams
Interference to...
You can’t run, I can’t hide
Souls encased in a time capsule continue to gently collide
Passion, felt to the heart so sweet
In thy calling of the night, a Queen you shall meet
Against the wind take my hand
Console the music of my temple through this lonely dance
Given time to escape the vault of the mind
In life, such a sweet landing my wings do find
Esu, the God, as I touch you softy in starlight dreams
Interference to...
#lust
#dreams
#sleep
#mythology
#passion
75 reads
7 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
25th Sep 2020 1:25pm
25th Sep 2020 1:25pm
Devotion and a Bichon Named Norman
chasing the sun
to be the first in line
for the new day;
I’m an overeager schoolgirl
sitting on the couch
three full hours
before my date arrives,
trying not to wrinkle
my new dress
except...
I refuse to wait for anyone
and I don’t wear dresses
***
my soulmate is a Bichon
named Norman,
because who doesn’t
want a man
who throws his head back
and howls at the moon
until you finally return
from taking out the trash?
devotion is a...
to be the first in line
for the new day;
I’m an overeager schoolgirl
sitting on the couch
three full hours
before my date arrives,
trying not to wrinkle
my new dress
except...
I refuse to wait for anyone
and I don’t wear dresses
***
my soulmate is a Bichon
named Norman,
because who doesn’t
want a man
who throws his head back
and howls at the moon
until you finally return
from taking out the trash?
devotion is a...
#morning
#sleep
#StreamOfConsciousness
56 reads
12 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2020 10:58pm
23rd Sep 2020 10:58pm
numinous rumbles.
..... as the sun breaks it's promise
night's dark crawls upon us;
in the distance—
numinous rumbles
echo in waves from the sea;
a storm swept eye rises,
shrouded in sleep,
it will find us
encircled we rest
at peace
cheek to chest
night's dark crawls upon us;
in the distance—
numinous rumbles
echo in waves from the sea;
a storm swept eye rises,
shrouded in sleep,
it will find us
encircled we rest
at peace
cheek to chest
#love
#dreams
#storm
#peace
#sleep
83 reads
8 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
21st Sep 2020 5:36pm
21st Sep 2020 5:36pm
Moon-shine’s Ministrations
Moon-shine greets
me brightly
with full, luscious lips
embracing my own
in the deepest
of shared kisses;
she slips sweetly
across my tongue
like honey whiskey
tipped into coffee
on crisp mornings,
her liquid heat
filling my cold belly,
coaxing my surrender
to her ministrations
as she smooths
my furrowed brow,
bidding me goodnight
on hushed whispers
lulling me to sleep
before the sun
rises and puts
us both to bed
me brightly
with full, luscious lips
embracing my own
in the deepest
of shared kisses;
she slips sweetly
across my tongue
like honey whiskey
tipped into coffee
on crisp mornings,
her liquid heat
filling my cold belly,
coaxing my surrender
to her ministrations
as she smooths
my furrowed brow,
bidding me goodnight
on hushed whispers
lulling me to sleep
before the sun
rises and puts
us both to bed
#moon
#nature
#insomnia #sleep
#insomnia #sleep
47 reads
12 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
20th Sep 2020 7:42pm
20th Sep 2020 7:42pm
sleeping with the sandman
dark visual 1
#dark
#sleep
60 reads
1 Comment
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
20th Sep 2020 1:07pm
20th Sep 2020 1:07pm
awoken just to die
I drove myself mad not long ago—
Chasing rabbits so abundant they became a plague.
A wave of my own terrible wonderland swallowed me whole,
Now the taunting approach of complacency seeps in with age.
I talk to myself in spurts;
I've forgotten my reason and rhyme.
There's a hum in my soul somewhere down deep
That aches for healing, but survival mode leaves no time.
There's a dead zone in my heart
And a darkness cloaking my soul.
I'm pushing onward with the delirious
Amble of a famished madman down a busy road.
...
Chasing rabbits so abundant they became a plague.
A wave of my own terrible wonderland swallowed me whole,
Now the taunting approach of complacency seeps in with age.
I talk to myself in spurts;
I've forgotten my reason and rhyme.
There's a hum in my soul somewhere down deep
That aches for healing, but survival mode leaves no time.
There's a dead zone in my heart
And a darkness cloaking my soul.
I'm pushing onward with the delirious
Amble of a famished madman down a busy road.
...
#identity
#dreams
#war
#peace
#sleep
23 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
15th Sep 2020 10:31pm
15th Sep 2020 10:31pm
Dreams And Shadows
Fragments chase each other as reality and fiction blur and time loses meaning
Yesterday becomes confused with the more distant past, and the dead live and eat and talk.
Faces alter, although voices remain true.
In a dream, two people can become one.
Dreams. A hidden furnace. Or a peaceful respite.
Important dreams. Less important ones.
Each night, everyone dreams, but only some people remember the dreams.
Yesterday becomes confused with the more distant past, and the dead live and eat and talk.
Faces alter, although voices remain true.
In a dream, two people can become one.
Dreams. A hidden furnace. Or a peaceful respite.
Important dreams. Less important ones.
Each night, everyone dreams, but only some people remember the dreams.
#anxiety
#sleep
47 reads
11 Comments
Inkognito
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2020 11:12pm
2nd Sep 2020 11:12pm
Sweet Dreams
When the night appears and it´s time to sleep,
Shadows creepin´ out. Unwanted affairs.
I think I can recognize a few, nightmare´s a creep.
I feel like a sheep surrounded by wolves.
Their howls makes by heart beat, I´m to deep in this loop.
My bed feels cool but I´m soaked in swet.
Hoping I will wake the fuck up before it gets too sinister.
Trying to lift my blanked but it´s too heavy, forcing me to stay in bed.
I feel something beside me crawling on the bed.
Trying to catch strength, before it get´s closer.
I can feel a warm breath on my face,...
Shadows creepin´ out. Unwanted affairs.
I think I can recognize a few, nightmare´s a creep.
I feel like a sheep surrounded by wolves.
Their howls makes by heart beat, I´m to deep in this loop.
My bed feels cool but I´m soaked in swet.
Hoping I will wake the fuck up before it gets too sinister.
Trying to lift my blanked but it´s too heavy, forcing me to stay in bed.
I feel something beside me crawling on the bed.
Trying to catch strength, before it get´s closer.
I can feel a warm breath on my face,...
#sleep
20 reads
0 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2020 8:58pm
2nd Sep 2020 8:58pm
A mind implant from alien adductors part 10
#dreams
#sleep
48 reads
3 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2020 7:02pm
2nd Sep 2020 7:02pm
A mind implant from alien adductors part 9
#dreams
#sleep
49 reads
7 Comments
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2020 9:09am
2nd Sep 2020 9:09am
Eye of the Fog
Awoken, but wondering if it is so.
Couldn't i have closen my eyes before they opened?
Addiction mimicked to the likes of some primitive stealth.
As silence turns the knob to sleeping guards.
Out to where the moisture has filled the empty.
A cloud to wear draped like a cloak.
I imagine my glowing face embers in a bubble.
With smoke that doesn't couple, quite like oil.
A lantern to light my way in my rest.
I could tell myself I'm dreaming, and believe me.
Emptiness in light so pale and bright.
I see it glowing, with a greeting...
Couldn't i have closen my eyes before they opened?
Addiction mimicked to the likes of some primitive stealth.
As silence turns the knob to sleeping guards.
Out to where the moisture has filled the empty.
A cloud to wear draped like a cloak.
I imagine my glowing face embers in a bubble.
With smoke that doesn't couple, quite like oil.
A lantern to light my way in my rest.
I could tell myself I'm dreaming, and believe me.
Emptiness in light so pale and bright.
I see it glowing, with a greeting...
#dreams
#insomnia
#sleep
39 reads
2 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2020 1:54am
2nd Sep 2020 1:54am
A mind implant from alien adductors part 8
#dreams
#sleep
50 reads
2 Comments
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