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.
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No will do
No will do
We bought our bodies outright,
apologised for them,
stepped into them
small and shallow,
hidden in the webs
of all we must be
as we're raised.
Our Mother's bought them,
our Grandmother's brought them
out of the wild, wide sea
on a hushed, feared projection
to sing on the precipice
of possible greatness
a resolve we may never meet
purely due to gender
never tip over,
never go to ground,
instead stand central
on the cracks made
with our DNAs unrest.
...
We bought our bodies outright,
apologised for them,
stepped into them
small and shallow,
hidden in the webs
of all we must be
as we're raised.
Our Mother's bought them,
our Grandmother's brought them
out of the wild, wide sea
on a hushed, feared projection
to sing on the precipice
of possible greatness
a resolve we may never meet
purely due to gender
never tip over,
never go to ground,
instead stand central
on the cracks made
with our DNAs unrest.
...
#anger
#women
#sleep #job
#sleep #job
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Eclipsed Kaleidoscope
They swarmed, the flapping of their wings insistent, echoing in the air. And silence ceased to exist, the noise so loud. I had to grip my head and cover my ears.
In the hurricane of the swarm, set out to warn me of something. I was both eclipsed and trapped in a kaleidoscope. I suppose that was the intention of their birth. To be created for the mere purpose to warn me of incoming unplanned expectations.
This changes things, even my wings vibrated in anticipation of the unknown yet to be revealed.
I guess we'll have to take another look this time around.
In the hurricane of the swarm, set out to warn me of something. I was both eclipsed and trapped in a kaleidoscope. I suppose that was the intention of their birth. To be created for the mere purpose to warn me of incoming unplanned expectations.
This changes things, even my wings vibrated in anticipation of the unknown yet to be revealed.
I guess we'll have to take another look this time around.
#dark
#dreams
#sleep
#SelfReflection
#nightmares
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Notes from a cold dark room
On my stomach I l lie
shivering from a cold
on the wall a painting of light
a work from a distant celestial past
Through the painting, the outside blows in
and on the window cill an empty bottle awaits
when the curtain hits glass
a ringing noise fills the room
at the end of day
this steady pulse
will cradle me away
to sounds of a present room
I merge with the sheets
arms and legs turn to chunks of meat
a wall is painted over
and the hook in my cheek
reminds me of the coming morning ...
shivering from a cold
on the wall a painting of light
a work from a distant celestial past
Through the painting, the outside blows in
and on the window cill an empty bottle awaits
when the curtain hits glass
a ringing noise fills the room
at the end of day
this steady pulse
will cradle me away
to sounds of a present room
I merge with the sheets
arms and legs turn to chunks of meat
a wall is painted over
and the hook in my cheek
reminds me of the coming morning ...
#night
#sleep
#myself
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At an island of light
Inside
a lamp is lit
it’s night
but the heavens got an idea
out there lies a mad galaxy
the air curves and changes shape
in silence
people swarm the streets outside my window
everyone with their head in the clouds
like out of a dream
I step out of bed and write a poem
that starts with: It’s Saturday, it’s February,
and I don't want to die
Inside
a lamp is lit
it's night
but the heavens got an idea
a lamp is lit
it’s night
but the heavens got an idea
out there lies a mad galaxy
the air curves and changes shape
in silence
people swarm the streets outside my window
everyone with their head in the clouds
like out of a dream
I step out of bed and write a poem
that starts with: It’s Saturday, it’s February,
and I don't want to die
Inside
a lamp is lit
it's night
but the heavens got an idea
#loneliness
#sky
#clouds
#night
#sleep
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Savage Daughter
I am a savage daughter.
I stomp into the earth, eyes
turning to the sun: wings clipped
by another’s undoing.
If I scatter misdeeds
like tiny seeds, call upon
the rain: let them sprout
their velvet petals so that I might
have a bed to slip into.
Let me wilt and whither: bleeding
dust into my Mother.
Let her swallow me so that
she may birth another.
I stomp into the earth, eyes
turning to the sun: wings clipped
by another’s undoing.
If I scatter misdeeds
like tiny seeds, call upon
the rain: let them sprout
their velvet petals so that I might
have a bed to slip into.
Let me wilt and whither: bleeding
dust into my Mother.
Let her swallow me so that
she may birth another.
#dreams
#nature
#sleep
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After
Every strand of hair is unafraid,
exhausted and content.
On the surface that is what that was,
a disturbance of the peace,
a fear settling upon my spirit,
a violent song in a prayer room.
On the surface it was an unswimmable sea,
a wasp caught in my bare cupped hands,
it was a boxing ring in the chest and head.
On the surface it caused many things,
on the inside quite a list of others,
but every strand of hair now
is unafraid, exhausted and content
in the wake of it.
exhausted and content.
On the surface that is what that was,
a disturbance of the peace,
a fear settling upon my spirit,
a violent song in a prayer room.
On the surface it was an unswimmable sea,
a wasp caught in my bare cupped hands,
it was a boxing ring in the chest and head.
On the surface it caused many things,
on the inside quite a list of others,
but every strand of hair now
is unafraid, exhausted and content
in the wake of it.
#love
#nature
#sleep
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When all else fails... try it in poetic form
Meds at ten,
bed at eleven
(no screens in between!)
Get up at seven.
bed at eleven
(no screens in between!)
Get up at seven.
#LifeStruggles
#sleep
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The Cracked Chalice and the Two-Backed-Beast
Cowering in the dark cell of a child-mind, brooding in a nest of gloom, one towering terror raises a nodding, hoary head like a babe of shadow, seeded as Grendel ruts with Kraken, their two- backed writhing union birthing a shapeshifting, howling hungry beast. A babe blessed by the crooning, slow-turning leviathan pondering in the deep, christened with curse-etched bones of all who restless wrest their rest full fathom five, voices drowning and blending forgotten in layering sediments of time.
Unspeakable firstborn shapeless, suckling wtih many mouths mother's milk from the...
Unspeakable firstborn shapeless, suckling wtih many mouths mother's milk from the...
#birth
#betrayal
#dreams
#death
#sleep
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Meet me on the Shore
The water is rising, it seeks to meet me far beyond it's reach. I stood there upon land miles away from it's cold embrace. Observing why it's eagerness to have me was so strong. It leaped over barriers and hills to find me. Yet it's color was drained, blackened and ceasing signs of motion. Someone not welcomed is calling for me in the guise of intruding upon my domain. I suppose I should return to entertain the adversary. After all you've offended and awoken the part of me in which the ocean seeks to drown you in the depths unreached by man. Or else this ocean will drag me to you to...
#dark
#dreams
#evil
#fiction
#sleep
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Sublime Slumber
A man sleeps in a mausoleum, where the dead reside
Where bones of ancestors lay, in silent pride
He seeks a place of rest, and peace from the world
A refuge from the noise, where his mind can unfurl
The corpses and tombs, they converse with the night
Whispers of reverence, in the flickering light
For in this crypt of comfort, he finds solace and ease
A reprieve from the chaos, that's never to cease
The silence is his sanctuary, as he lays among the dead
Where the weight of life's troubles, are finally shed
The ancestors...
Where bones of ancestors lay, in silent pride
He seeks a place of rest, and peace from the world
A refuge from the noise, where his mind can unfurl
The corpses and tombs, they converse with the night
Whispers of reverence, in the flickering light
For in this crypt of comfort, he finds solace and ease
A reprieve from the chaos, that's never to cease
The silence is his sanctuary, as he lays among the dead
Where the weight of life's troubles, are finally shed
The ancestors...
#dark
#death
#sleep #graveyard
#sleep #graveyard
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The world can wait
I could not endure the world
So
I had it come to me.
Hour upon hour I sank into nether
Observing what was on the screen
Lives that I have never known
And will never know again
Flashed across my consciousness
Like thunder
Like light
Like primordial blackness personified.
I came up for air once or twice
But sank deep once again into the shadowy fathoms.
The tentacles of permanence, writhing through my body, my mind
They offered succor, sanctuary.
I'd never have to endure again.
As I considered,
My eyes opened ...
So
I had it come to me.
Hour upon hour I sank into nether
Observing what was on the screen
Lives that I have never known
And will never know again
Flashed across my consciousness
Like thunder
Like light
Like primordial blackness personified.
I came up for air once or twice
But sank deep once again into the shadowy fathoms.
The tentacles of permanence, writhing through my body, my mind
They offered succor, sanctuary.
I'd never have to endure again.
As I considered,
My eyes opened ...
#sleep
#denial
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instant gratification
the little things....
#peace
#food
#sleep #escape
#sleep #escape
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