Poems About Sleep Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about sleep seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Maeve_Edmonson
Poem Published
9th Nov 2023 1:29pm
9th Nov 2023 1:29pm
Whispering Tunes To Marionettes (w/adagio)
At twilight as I lay down to rest
to a soul dance's bye and bye,
I sway to gentle rhythmic tunes
of crickets chirping nature's lullaby.
They whisper tunes to marionettes,
a sweet requiem song, goodnight,
I listen to the angels harp,
counting sheep as I would might.
But my eyelids see the creatures
that once were the pale corpses,
now a psalm is in my shadows,
one that strips my endorphins.
I walk through villages of death,
strolling through purgatory's entice,
sweet dreams turned to nightmares,
this unbled...
to a soul dance's bye and bye,
I sway to gentle rhythmic tunes
of crickets chirping nature's lullaby.
They whisper tunes to marionettes,
a sweet requiem song, goodnight,
I listen to the angels harp,
counting sheep as I would might.
But my eyelids see the creatures
that once were the pale corpses,
now a psalm is in my shadows,
one that strips my endorphins.
I walk through villages of death,
strolling through purgatory's entice,
sweet dreams turned to nightmares,
this unbled...
#dreams
#sleep
#nightmares
275 reads
16 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
7th Nov 2023 5:46am
7th Nov 2023 5:46am
night is a golden dream
Poems of Innocence
Broken loaves, abundant giving;
Broken lives, abundant living―cab
no. 2. night is a golden dream
night is a golden dream
scarce bursting at the seam
bound by insomnia
and paranoia
a pillow full of pain
yielding no restful gain
the weary soul would seek
or solace for the meek
for in day's interim
when full you waxed of whim
you loved yourself alone
...
Broken loaves, abundant giving;
Broken lives, abundant living―cab
no. 2. night is a golden dream
night is a golden dream
scarce bursting at the seam
bound by insomnia
and paranoia
a pillow full of pain
yielding no restful gain
the weary soul would seek
or solace for the meek
for in day's interim
when full you waxed of whim
you loved yourself alone
...
#dreams
#night
#insomnia #sleep
#insomnia #sleep
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4 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
18th Oct 2023 9:44pm
18th Oct 2023 9:44pm
Bedding
Bedding
I curl my body into yours,
while you're sleeping,
more ghost than animal,
more animal than woman,
and in the peace,
sliced only by wind
and chilled sheet rain
I pretend I'm not crumpled,
that the city hasn't eaten me,
mind and guts and muscle,
that I have the will to stand,
when you wake,
when you leave,
when you pad across the dull floor,
to brush your teeth or find your keys,
when the room is filled with isolation,
as my own has been for days.
I pretend I might
find the will...
I curl my body into yours,
while you're sleeping,
more ghost than animal,
more animal than woman,
and in the peace,
sliced only by wind
and chilled sheet rain
I pretend I'm not crumpled,
that the city hasn't eaten me,
mind and guts and muscle,
that I have the will to stand,
when you wake,
when you leave,
when you pad across the dull floor,
to brush your teeth or find your keys,
when the room is filled with isolation,
as my own has been for days.
I pretend I might
find the will...
#identity
#sleep
#emptiness
175 reads
2 Comments
EleazarSwan
Poem Published
16th Oct 2023 5:15am
16th Oct 2023 5:15am
Tired
Sleep is like my enemy
He allies himself with restlessness
In his wisdom, he abandons me
He has handed me over to exhaustion
Oh sleep, why dost thou evade me?
Why, like a shadow, are you absent
From the light of my life?
Why do you stand aloof from me?
In my anger, I deserted you
In my youth, I despised you
In my pride, I ignored you
Yet now I call to you, and your voice eludes me
Truly I have reaped what I have sowed
He allies himself with restlessness
In his wisdom, he abandons me
He has handed me over to exhaustion
Oh sleep, why dost thou evade me?
Why, like a shadow, are you absent
From the light of my life?
Why do you stand aloof from me?
In my anger, I deserted you
In my youth, I despised you
In my pride, I ignored you
Yet now I call to you, and your voice eludes me
Truly I have reaped what I have sowed
#sleep
193 reads
2 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
14th Oct 2023 8:41am
14th Oct 2023 8:41am
I SLEEP SO WELL
I sleep so well
au naturel.
If you're no prude,
it means in nude -
no negligees
nor mere PJs.
Feeling so free
in nudity,
sleeping as God
made this fair bod,
skin next to silk
warm like mum's milk,
so assuring
of deep resting.
au naturel.
If you're no prude,
it means in nude -
no negligees
nor mere PJs.
Feeling so free
in nudity,
sleeping as God
made this fair bod,
skin next to silk
warm like mum's milk,
so assuring
of deep resting.
#night
#rhyming
#sleep #sensual
#sleep #sensual
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7 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
5th Oct 2023 9:06pm
5th Oct 2023 9:06pm
Bed
Bed
I slept on the papyrus of your chest,
unafraid, and navigated
that testosterone trail of dark hair,
contrast to your light,
free of fear,
that stomach,
the leaned, left thigh -
soft fingers, laced on fingers,
pressed against cotton -
Sun blew her ghost
through the ruffled curtain pleat,
and we fumbled underneath words,
beyond rational thought,
beneath the natural merging
of hope and an ideal
we went on,
made sighed out promises,
traded elements of ourselves
replaced by something...
I slept on the papyrus of your chest,
unafraid, and navigated
that testosterone trail of dark hair,
contrast to your light,
free of fear,
that stomach,
the leaned, left thigh -
soft fingers, laced on fingers,
pressed against cotton -
Sun blew her ghost
through the ruffled curtain pleat,
and we fumbled underneath words,
beyond rational thought,
beneath the natural merging
of hope and an ideal
we went on,
made sighed out promises,
traded elements of ourselves
replaced by something...
#sun
#sleep
#dawn
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6 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
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1 Comment
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
1st Sep 2023 1:40am
1st Sep 2023 1:40am
The Glasses
1#
The Glasses
Under that depleting Moonhaze
this blue mind crawls out from her shell
as if in search of a different,
more hospitable ecosystem,
and there's not enough,
magic nor mystery nor music nor musing
that can make that fumble-legged beast
take back her rightful throne
in the thorned unrest of this kingdom.
On nights like these I take to stretching,
out long and lean on the hearth slates,
in child's pose, cat,
cow, cobra or corpse.
I take to milking the moon
of her light and her curling, ...
The Glasses
Under that depleting Moonhaze
this blue mind crawls out from her shell
as if in search of a different,
more hospitable ecosystem,
and there's not enough,
magic nor mystery nor music nor musing
that can make that fumble-legged beast
take back her rightful throne
in the thorned unrest of this kingdom.
On nights like these I take to stretching,
out long and lean on the hearth slates,
in child's pose, cat,
cow, cobra or corpse.
I take to milking the moon
of her light and her curling, ...
#dreams
#home
#sleep
156 reads
2 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
31st Aug 2023 1:16am
31st Aug 2023 1:16am
Album's you must listen to before you die
I fall through, embossed by sleeves,
captured thoughts that never age,
these moments are mine to travel,
Suggestive on your zipper sticky fingers fish for babies,
billion dollar bites the bate,
nevermind the neon typeface.
Prism out my bright new colours, a place were I begin,
climb the causeway of the holy,
kiss the mouth of the crimson king.
Hindenburg is helpless smoke cigars inside the Graf,
muscle bound beside the rider,
burning hell from a gravestone blast.
London’s on the stage calling all guitars to...
captured thoughts that never age,
these moments are mine to travel,
Suggestive on your zipper sticky fingers fish for babies,
billion dollar bites the bate,
nevermind the neon typeface.
Prism out my bright new colours, a place were I begin,
climb the causeway of the holy,
kiss the mouth of the crimson king.
Hindenburg is helpless smoke cigars inside the Graf,
muscle bound beside the rider,
burning hell from a gravestone blast.
London’s on the stage calling all guitars to...
#dreams
#fiction
#sleep
251 reads
3 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
31st Jul 2023 7:57am
31st Jul 2023 7:57am
Midnight Daydream
Once again
it's late at night
and I'm wide awake
Maybe I should have a daydream
that I'm sleeping.
it's late at night
and I'm wide awake
Maybe I should have a daydream
that I'm sleeping.
#dreams
#sleep
212 reads
4 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
28th Jul 2023 00:50am
28th Jul 2023 00:50am
Reaching
Wake in a cold sweat
Visions of a gold path
While barely there yet
Rewinding, playing, cassette
Marked by silver in a copper body
Shimmer when I oxidize
Speak to you with dial tones
Pick up the call, receive my alibis
Sleeving you up like a blade
You are goosebumps on my skin
With whispers dancing
Interlaced
If you're the light I am a battery
Among shadows until you switch me on
Broken bridge over oceans inconceivable
I cannot dream until I feel you tangible.
Visions of a gold path
While barely there yet
Rewinding, playing, cassette
Marked by silver in a copper body
Shimmer when I oxidize
Speak to you with dial tones
Pick up the call, receive my alibis
Sleeving you up like a blade
You are goosebumps on my skin
With whispers dancing
Interlaced
If you're the light I am a battery
Among shadows until you switch me on
Broken bridge over oceans inconceivable
I cannot dream until I feel you tangible.
#love
#dark
#spiritual
#sleep
#SelfReflection
185 reads
1 Comment
jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
12th Jul 2023 7:41pm
12th Jul 2023 7:41pm
REM
Twenty four
Thirty six
Not corporeal measurements
They are extended requirements
Of consciousness
I've experimented
With the time
How long
Until we're tired
Cannot force
Only drift
Even drifting has its limit
No matter how mentally tried
So for now
It is twenty four hours
Minimum
Thirty six
Until I am allowed
Some slumber
Thirty six
Not corporeal measurements
They are extended requirements
Of consciousness
I've experimented
With the time
How long
Until we're tired
Cannot force
Only drift
Even drifting has its limit
No matter how mentally tried
So for now
It is twenty four hours
Minimum
Thirty six
Until I am allowed
Some slumber
#sleep
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4 Comments
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