Least Read Poems About Sleep
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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2020 2:57pm
23rd Aug 2020 2:57pm
Invisible
Envisioning the cognitive
of all or nothing at all.
As it passes by like
an aircraft in stealth mode.
Rearranging,
Executing,
The odds gained access
To the pores.
Empty valleys,
Empty streets of mental concord.
The blue amid
The grey as a blitz,
But no rainfall.
Turned left and right,
The same form.
Wondering
How, when, and why,
Uncertain for now.
Memories of then,
Shapeshifted,
Even if I escalate,
Everest seem so far.
Pictures of your shade
Gone in the mist ...
of all or nothing at all.
As it passes by like
an aircraft in stealth mode.
Rearranging,
Executing,
The odds gained access
To the pores.
Empty valleys,
Empty streets of mental concord.
The blue amid
The grey as a blitz,
But no rainfall.
Turned left and right,
The same form.
Wondering
How, when, and why,
Uncertain for now.
Memories of then,
Shapeshifted,
Even if I escalate,
Everest seem so far.
Pictures of your shade
Gone in the mist ...
#universe
#wind
#nature
#LifeChangingMoment
#sleep
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12 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
8th Feb 2021 6:21am
8th Feb 2021 6:21am
Midnight ... In the Midst Of The Madness You Infected Me With
Middle of the night ...
The dark as ink writes its own tattles
In the shadows of the mind
The sleepless fight their lonely battles
Some peacefully some fitfully
Some confused some in nightly defeats
Some victorious some sensually aroused
Some in monotonous languor and endless repeats
Speeding neurons vying for the top spot
Circling the pathways like rats in a race
Streams of faux consciousness blaring
Filling voids under the psyche's hidden space
The pinpoint of light...
The dark as ink writes its own tattles
In the shadows of the mind
The sleepless fight their lonely battles
Some peacefully some fitfully
Some confused some in nightly defeats
Some victorious some sensually aroused
Some in monotonous languor and endless repeats
Speeding neurons vying for the top spot
Circling the pathways like rats in a race
Streams of faux consciousness blaring
Filling voids under the psyche's hidden space
The pinpoint of light...
#dreams
#sleep
#love #spiritual
#love #spiritual
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Villev
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 7:53pm
22nd Jan 2025 7:53pm
Soundwaves
Haunted dreams and and daydreams
And echoes of the past
The sound was just a shadow
The last
Gone as the sun went down
Blown over
With the tides
The sea now settled
Waves all crashed
And echoes of the past
The sound was just a shadow
The last
Gone as the sun went down
Blown over
With the tides
The sea now settled
Waves all crashed
#beach
#dreams
#sea #sleep
#sea #sleep
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Elenore
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 9:10pm
29th Jan 2025 9:10pm
Another Dream
The shadows are true to the sun.
Across the lawn they sway long.
Dancing in the cold wind white fluffy clouds push across the sky.
The burning bushes along the fence line shiver in the wind.
They have no fire in their branches, for their branches are bare.
I thought I heard Moses say something but it was just the house
expanding and contracting in the cold howl of the winter winds.
I am fading into wonderland leaving the present behind.
My dreams take me in and transport me to another existence.
It’s a night bursting with heightened anxiety.
I...
Across the lawn they sway long.
Dancing in the cold wind white fluffy clouds push across the sky.
The burning bushes along the fence line shiver in the wind.
They have no fire in their branches, for their branches are bare.
I thought I heard Moses say something but it was just the house
expanding and contracting in the cold howl of the winter winds.
I am fading into wonderland leaving the present behind.
My dreams take me in and transport me to another existence.
It’s a night bursting with heightened anxiety.
I...
#dreams
#romantic
#sleep
35 reads
5 Comments
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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backdeckbenny
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:34am
Yesterday 11:34am
Troubled minds don't sleep
Oh precious sleep
Why have you deserted me?
Where have you gone?
Who have you wrapped your bliss around tonight?
I fell for your charm again
Asleep before the tenth sheep was counted
What a joy those few minutes
Of unconsciousness were.
You said you'd stay the night
But you snuck out when I dozed
I said I loved you , wasn't that enough?
Or too much?
Why have you deserted me?
Where have you gone?
Who have you wrapped your bliss around tonight?
I fell for your charm again
Asleep before the tenth sheep was counted
What a joy those few minutes
Of unconsciousness were.
You said you'd stay the night
But you snuck out when I dozed
I said I loved you , wasn't that enough?
Or too much?
#sleep
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4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 11:17am
18th Jan 2025 11:17am
it all smells a bit iffy
time and space are irrelevant when
we’re tucked up in bed, and yes I know
that the alarm clock has gone off,
but we can always get a new one ..
we’re tucked up in bed, and yes I know
that the alarm clock has gone off,
but we can always get a new one ..
#sleep
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1 Comment
bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 1:05am
22nd Jan 2025 1:05am
Until We Fall Asleep
driving up Mountain Highway
on a sunny afternoon
flowing along with the traffic
listening to a tune
bluetoothed to car audio
from my Samsung phone
melodies recorded
late at night at home -
not a cloud in the sky
not a wisp nor a haze
everything is under a blue
dome...with the Sun's rays
stimulating everything
touched through endless space
by the electricity
powering all we face -
driving up Mountain Highway
on a sunny afternoon
contemplating the oneness
of Sun, the Earth and...
on a sunny afternoon
flowing along with the traffic
listening to a tune
bluetoothed to car audio
from my Samsung phone
melodies recorded
late at night at home -
not a cloud in the sky
not a wisp nor a haze
everything is under a blue
dome...with the Sun's rays
stimulating everything
touched through endless space
by the electricity
powering all we face -
driving up Mountain Highway
on a sunny afternoon
contemplating the oneness
of Sun, the Earth and...
#sleep
45 reads
3 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
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0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 1:03am
15th Jan 2025 1:03am
2 am
go to bed,
you’ve got to be up early
in the morning
I’ll be tired,
whatever
you said
you’ve got to be up early
in the morning
I’ll be tired,
whatever
you said
#sleep
50 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 1:39pm
4th Jan 2025 1:39pm
awoken too early
woke up, wondered what time
it was certainly early
victorian, perhaps early to mid
all the conjecture I fell back
asleep
it was certainly early
victorian, perhaps early to mid
all the conjecture I fell back
asleep
#sleep
51 reads
4 Comments
msbellepoetry43
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 5:33pm
18th Jan 2025 5:33pm
Beautiful Nightmare
Terrible Dreams,
as you fall asleep,
Slumber is waiting,
as you go in deep.
A good night's rest
is what you shall seek,
No noise or sounds,
Not even a peep.
So, You close your eyes,
As you close them tight,
To catch some zzz's all
through the darkened night.
A Beautiful Nightmare
is what you see,
It so very vivid it's
hard not to Believe.
What's before you,
it seems so real,
It is so miraculous
You can't help how you Feel.
A Dream that is Delighting, and ...
as you fall asleep,
Slumber is waiting,
as you go in deep.
A good night's rest
is what you shall seek,
No noise or sounds,
Not even a peep.
So, You close your eyes,
As you close them tight,
To catch some zzz's all
through the darkened night.
A Beautiful Nightmare
is what you see,
It so very vivid it's
hard not to Believe.
What's before you,
it seems so real,
It is so miraculous
You can't help how you Feel.
A Dream that is Delighting, and ...
#dreams
#horror
#nightmares
#scary
#sleep
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Sleep
