Poems About Sleep Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about sleep seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 11:49am
3rd Jan 2025 11:49am
3:15 AM
You're alive but in this room you're a ghost
The last few nights you have come to haunt me
It's 3:15 am
The room is getting smaller
I think about what they did to you
I tried to make you see that I was different
Maybe you saw something I didn't see
Perhaps you saw them in my eyes
I'll never see you again
It's never been the same
I feel like I have failed
So old & final
This night breaks Father Time's nose
The last few nights you have come to haunt me
It's 3:15 am
The room is getting smaller
I think about what they did to you
I tried to make you see that I was different
Maybe you saw something I didn't see
Perhaps you saw them in my eyes
I'll never see you again
It's never been the same
I feel like I have failed
So old & final
This night breaks Father Time's nose
#hurt
#memories
#relationships #sleep
#relationships #sleep
102 reads
14 Comments
skymikan
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 11:11am
29th Dec 2024 11:11am
Dreams
If the lyrics of the songs
could come to life,
I wouldn’t invent the dark
to echo back your strife.
If the verses of the poems
could breathe and thrive,
I’d keep a stiff upper lip
with determined eyes.
If the colors of the sky
could linger for a while,
but it ended in darkness,
a meaningful goodbye.
If the sunrise could be
as golden as today,
I wouldn’t eat alone
or listen to hearsay.
If dreams could come true,
I’d give them all to you,
but now they’re short-lived—
the red...
could come to life,
I wouldn’t invent the dark
to echo back your strife.
If the verses of the poems
could breathe and thrive,
I’d keep a stiff upper lip
with determined eyes.
If the colors of the sky
could linger for a while,
but it ended in darkness,
a meaningful goodbye.
If the sunrise could be
as golden as today,
I wouldn’t eat alone
or listen to hearsay.
If dreams could come true,
I’d give them all to you,
but now they’re short-lived—
the red...
#dreams
#sleep
106 reads
0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 3:44pm
26th Dec 2024 3:44pm
Jagged Carvings
I’ve seen it, by the dim lamp’s glow, I’ve seen it
Totem speaks truths no man seen writ
I bow to whispers, spectral and vast
My limbs grow cold; this trance shall last
The walls dissolve—oh, what madness reveals!
The mind unfurls, its ancient seals
The red sigils glow, their meaning I glean
Too late, I know—no man should have seen
I believe I shall perish, by knowledge undone
Yet in this dream, I am the one
I saw the carvings, etched by hands long decayed
Marks of old dreamers, their warnings betrayed
Symbols crawl and shift...
Totem speaks truths no man seen writ
I bow to whispers, spectral and vast
My limbs grow cold; this trance shall last
The walls dissolve—oh, what madness reveals!
The mind unfurls, its ancient seals
The red sigils glow, their meaning I glean
Too late, I know—no man should have seen
I believe I shall perish, by knowledge undone
Yet in this dream, I am the one
I saw the carvings, etched by hands long decayed
Marks of old dreamers, their warnings betrayed
Symbols crawl and shift...
#curse
#dreams
#night
#nightmares
#sleep
58 reads
0 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 4:07pm
21st Dec 2024 4:07pm
~many embryonic sleeps.. in love
Viz: sleep
#love
#sleep
#birth
#death
#meditation
111 reads
0 Comments
s0_obscen3
s0_Obscene
s0_Obscene
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 8:24pm
19th Dec 2024 8:24pm
Let them be alien
Mouthfuls of mindfulness
invading my senses
inhaling , patience complacence
what is this foul fragrance
unfamiliar, alien
yet verbatim
a sleepless ultimatum
or let them be alien?
invading my senses
inhaling , patience complacence
what is this foul fragrance
unfamiliar, alien
yet verbatim
a sleepless ultimatum
or let them be alien?
#apathy
#emptiness
#SelfReflection #sleep
#SelfReflection #sleep
82 reads
1 Comment
slipalong
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 4:27pm
19th Dec 2024 4:27pm
My night garden
Stocktaking,
after sweeping up the debris of the day
events bandaged where sandman’s dust rests
in the short eternity, till morning
fermenting fruits, a plantation where the vines
produce a nectar stolen from Gods
dark ground where the subconscious rests
its roots releasing the trauma of the day
grey clouds rolling down the slopes
snores that cannot be ignored
resolution, of grief
cutting winds and stony ground
the compound interest
of loss as days progress
the scents, of brushed rosemary and thyme
distilled as...
after sweeping up the debris of the day
events bandaged where sandman’s dust rests
in the short eternity, till morning
fermenting fruits, a plantation where the vines
produce a nectar stolen from Gods
dark ground where the subconscious rests
its roots releasing the trauma of the day
grey clouds rolling down the slopes
snores that cannot be ignored
resolution, of grief
cutting winds and stony ground
the compound interest
of loss as days progress
the scents, of brushed rosemary and thyme
distilled as...
#sleep
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0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 11:44am
18th Dec 2024 11:44am
empty night
That's how I did it to you
very slowly
without rambling
That's how I did it
calmly
with an open hand for you
That everything, like this, without end
no return
no sleep, no sleep, no sleep
all night without sleep
without the blessing of silence
in the palms of my hands
What everything, like this, like this, like this
like the spinning of a top
that comes to an end
sleepless, like this, sleepless, like this
without rambling
very slowly
That's always how I did it
without knowing what I was doing ...
very slowly
without rambling
That's how I did it
calmly
with an open hand for you
That everything, like this, without end
no return
no sleep, no sleep, no sleep
all night without sleep
without the blessing of silence
in the palms of my hands
What everything, like this, like this, like this
like the spinning of a top
that comes to an end
sleepless, like this, sleepless, like this
without rambling
very slowly
That's always how I did it
without knowing what I was doing ...
#anxiety
#dreams
#night
#nightmares
#sleep
105 reads
8 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 8:23pm
17th Dec 2024 8:23pm
The Frustration of Insomnia
It’s late at night and sleep alludes me
Synapses are firing at high speeds
Thousands of thudding thoughts thump through and through
Denying my brain of the rest it needs
The fidgety minutes turn into restless hours
New beliefs and viewpoints begin to take form
Even as the frustration of insomnia clouds all reason and logic
It’s a kind of magic amidst a quiet storm
And then everything seems to disappear by morning light
All the ideas and philosophies grew wings and took flight
Synapses are firing at high speeds
Thousands of thudding thoughts thump through and through
Denying my brain of the rest it needs
The fidgety minutes turn into restless hours
New beliefs and viewpoints begin to take form
Even as the frustration of insomnia clouds all reason and logic
It’s a kind of magic amidst a quiet storm
And then everything seems to disappear by morning light
All the ideas and philosophies grew wings and took flight
#insomnia
#SelfDiscovery
#sleep
161 reads
13 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 9:31pm
5th Dec 2024 9:31pm
Deep in the galactic sounds
Behold unfinished dreams of a man
without hope.
Sleepless in the swim
of the sweet sweat pillow.
No vision of an own self,
deserted by his outer spiritual awakening.
Unknown pain on the left leg muscles.
Pins and needles across the brain that drains.
The yeast warming in a completely different
way from the original mind.
without hope.
Sleepless in the swim
of the sweet sweat pillow.
No vision of an own self,
deserted by his outer spiritual awakening.
Unknown pain on the left leg muscles.
Pins and needles across the brain that drains.
The yeast warming in a completely different
way from the original mind.
#dreams
#insomnia
#nightmares
#sleep
#spiritual
99 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 1:44pm
5th Dec 2024 1:44pm
Silent knot
In the quiet hours when sleep eludes,
being awake for long, through the night.
A scent emerges, twisting in the air,
the strange smell of something burning.
Eyes wide open, thoughts begin to unravel,
the mind plays tricks in the absence of rest.
Is it fatigue or dreams left behind?
This scent, a whisper on the edge of awareness.
Senses sharpen in the haze of wakefulness,
reality blurs in the long hours of night.
The burnt smell, a ghostly presence,
a reminder of the body’s need for rest.
In these...
being awake for long, through the night.
A scent emerges, twisting in the air,
the strange smell of something burning.
Eyes wide open, thoughts begin to unravel,
the mind plays tricks in the absence of rest.
Is it fatigue or dreams left behind?
This scent, a whisper on the edge of awareness.
Senses sharpen in the haze of wakefulness,
reality blurs in the long hours of night.
The burnt smell, a ghostly presence,
a reminder of the body’s need for rest.
In these...
#anxiety
#insomnia
#nightmares
#scary
#sleep
106 reads
9 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 10:57am
23rd Nov 2024 10:57am
The Ball
There was a dream one night.
Beyond a fairytale far away.
I was at fancy,Victorian ball.
Dancing the night away.
I was in a blue gown.
As me and a figure sway.
In the very middle.
As people gossiped far away.
I had a big ,blue gown like Cinderella.
He had a fancy suit.
We locked eyes the whole time.
It was so sweet.
Like eating a tasty fruit.
He swayed and twirled me around.
As we kept locking eyes.
The music played.
Everyone,couples dancing before our eyes.
It was like I went...
Beyond a fairytale far away.
I was at fancy,Victorian ball.
Dancing the night away.
I was in a blue gown.
As me and a figure sway.
In the very middle.
As people gossiped far away.
I had a big ,blue gown like Cinderella.
He had a fancy suit.
We locked eyes the whole time.
It was so sweet.
Like eating a tasty fruit.
He swayed and twirled me around.
As we kept locking eyes.
The music played.
Everyone,couples dancing before our eyes.
It was like I went...
#dreams
#FallingInLove
#hope
#love
#sleep
150 reads
1 Comment
Koulouri
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 9:01pm
5th Nov 2024 9:01pm
Sleep well
I find roadkill strangely beautiful.
It feels almost rude,
like something I should keep secret.
How could I find something so
aggressive and brutal,
so calming?
Maybe it's something in their eyes.
A soul,
finally at rest.
And I hope they died fast.
And I hope they lived well.
And I envy them for finally being able to sleep.
A blameless death.
Accidental.
Peace at last.
It feels almost rude,
like something I should keep secret.
How could I find something so
aggressive and brutal,
so calming?
Maybe it's something in their eyes.
A soul,
finally at rest.
And I hope they died fast.
And I hope they lived well.
And I envy them for finally being able to sleep.
A blameless death.
Accidental.
Peace at last.
#animals
#death
#peace #sleep
#peace #sleep
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