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.
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
16th Jun 2024 10:41pm
16th Jun 2024 10:41pm
In a Coma State Dream Chapter 1
#anxiety
#sleep
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The_Darkness_Insid
Poem Published
7th Jun 2024 6:30am
7th Jun 2024 6:30am
Lying In Bed
Sleep chasing
Mind racing
Thought pacing
Blame placing
Guilt embracing
Hope erasing
Self effacing
Mind racing
Thought pacing
Blame placing
Guilt embracing
Hope erasing
Self effacing
#depression
#myself
#sleep
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Nixprty
Poem Published
7th Jun 2024 00:38am
7th Jun 2024 00:38am
Late Nights
The rising chill of the morning,
I feel cold sunlight shining through my window.
I stumble in the still too dark hallway,
Crashing noisily into the bathroom.
I flick the light switch on,
And a sickly yellow fluorescent light fills the room.
I look in the mirror,
My eyes are dark and deep.
The worst part of late nights,
Are early mornings.
I feel cold sunlight shining through my window.
I stumble in the still too dark hallway,
Crashing noisily into the bathroom.
I flick the light switch on,
And a sickly yellow fluorescent light fills the room.
I look in the mirror,
My eyes are dark and deep.
The worst part of late nights,
Are early mornings.
#insomnia
#sleep
100 reads
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cabcool
Poem Published
28th May 2024 7:50pm
28th May 2024 7:50pm
the first death
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no
more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore,
for the former things have passed away.”―Revelation 21:4
the first death is the grave,
a timeless sleep
from which no tears can save,
though many weep;
fed to the cold, dark earth,
soma interred,
all fret and spite and mirth
and cares deferred.
the dead dreads not the night
nor craves the day;
nor do strange wings take flight
and soar away
to heaven or to...
more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore,
for the former things have passed away.”―Revelation 21:4
the first death is the grave,
a timeless sleep
from which no tears can save,
though many weep;
fed to the cold, dark earth,
soma interred,
all fret and spite and mirth
and cares deferred.
the dead dreads not the night
nor craves the day;
nor do strange wings take flight
and soar away
to heaven or to...
#death
#graveyard
#grief
#LifeChangingMoment
#sleep
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neves
Poem Published
27th May 2024 10:11am
27th May 2024 10:11am
Three am heart
What I want
most will never
happen through
this time on earth
but as I close my
eyes drifting away,
it's almost feels
like i'm close
enough.
most will never
happen through
this time on earth
but as I close my
eyes drifting away,
it's almost feels
like i'm close
enough.
#confessional
#family
#sadness #sleep
#sadness #sleep
216 reads
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tell_me_wy
Poem Published
24th May 2024 5:45am
24th May 2024 5:45am
Rest
I crawl in
To bed,
Turn on my back,
And listen
A moment
For her gentle breath;
We lay
Like two-by-fours
In a truck bed;
I draw a breath:
‘I love you’
Her arm reaches
And consoles my
Uncertainty:
‘I love you.’
And she falls asleep,
Her cheek heavy
Against my rising chest.
To bed,
Turn on my back,
And listen
A moment
For her gentle breath;
We lay
Like two-by-fours
In a truck bed;
I draw a breath:
‘I love you’
Her arm reaches
And consoles my
Uncertainty:
‘I love you.’
And she falls asleep,
Her cheek heavy
Against my rising chest.
#anxiety
#lover
#sleep
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wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
24th May 2024 3:56am
24th May 2024 3:56am
dream (in color)
i want
to dream
in color
not just
in black
and white
turning
my dreams
dull gray
i want
the colors
of bright
flowers
to invade
my dreams.
to dream
in color
not just
in black
and white
turning
my dreams
dull gray
i want
the colors
of bright
flowers
to invade
my dreams.
#sleep
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cabcool
Poem Published
20th May 2024 00:54am
20th May 2024 00:54am
requiem
The night has a thousand eyes, and the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies with the dying sun.”
—Francis William Bourdillon
blushing eve sun stoops down
behind day’s hedge
to keep, too weary grown,
his solemn pledge
to populate the world
with fragrant light;
man and his beast are hurled,
thus, into night.
day-roses yield their eyes
to slumbersongs,
nocturnal lullabies
their sleep sarongs;
high-mountain rivers keep
their vigilance,
a never-ending leap
swept...
Yet the light of the bright world dies with the dying sun.”
—Francis William Bourdillon
blushing eve sun stoops down
behind day’s hedge
to keep, too weary grown,
his solemn pledge
to populate the world
with fragrant light;
man and his beast are hurled,
thus, into night.
day-roses yield their eyes
to slumbersongs,
nocturnal lullabies
their sleep sarongs;
high-mountain rivers keep
their vigilance,
a never-ending leap
swept...
#dreams
#LifeCycle
#LifeStruggles
#night
#sleep
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beanbandit
Poem Published
16th May 2024 2:45pm
16th May 2024 2:45pm
Tired
And I be tired, I'll be tired,
I'll be tired, I'll be tired
But I'll be quiet, I'll be quiet,
I'll be me
And no matter how dirty the water I find,
When I rinse my hands
they'll come clean
I'll be tired, I'll be tired
But I'll be quiet, I'll be quiet,
I'll be me
And no matter how dirty the water I find,
When I rinse my hands
they'll come clean
#job
#sleep
#spiritual
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
16th May 2024 1:13am
16th May 2024 1:13am
for the love of sleep
The drugs merge in my system
take me under
and for a while
I can sleep
four hours
not enough
never enough
And this exhaustion
has me wondering
if I can shake the tree
of unmentionables
to see how long it takes
to get me some Special K
but I'm already straddling the edge
between what's legal
and what's not
and I'm not desperate enough
...yet
And I wonder
what's so wrong with me
that I'm losing time
to daylight dreaming ...
take me under
and for a while
I can sleep
four hours
not enough
never enough
And this exhaustion
has me wondering
if I can shake the tree
of unmentionables
to see how long it takes
to get me some Special K
but I'm already straddling the edge
between what's legal
and what's not
and I'm not desperate enough
...yet
And I wonder
what's so wrong with me
that I'm losing time
to daylight dreaming ...
#drugs
#MentalHealth
#sleep
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
8th May 2024 11:03am
8th May 2024 11:03am
Haunted Circus
As a child,you loved the circus.
All performances,costumes on performers.
As they swing across the tent.
And the clowns entertained and defend.
You had a ticket,you bought online.
And you went into the circus just in time.
You sat down and enjoyed the show.
And your happiness,peace flow.
The performers seemed surreal.
And for some reason,it didn't feel real.
Suddenly,their skin became teal.
By now,everyone had left.
And the circus had a ghostly feel.
Familiar entities from your childhood.
The moments...
All performances,costumes on performers.
As they swing across the tent.
And the clowns entertained and defend.
You had a ticket,you bought online.
And you went into the circus just in time.
You sat down and enjoyed the show.
And your happiness,peace flow.
The performers seemed surreal.
And for some reason,it didn't feel real.
Suddenly,their skin became teal.
By now,everyone had left.
And the circus had a ghostly feel.
Familiar entities from your childhood.
The moments...
#childhood
#memories
#sleep
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Maple666
Poem Published
3rd May 2024 4:22am
3rd May 2024 4:22am
Twist and Shake .
When you are feeling blue and stressed why do your senses think it's a good time to party all day and might.
You can't sleep as your mind is faster than your broadband it's on speed at 301 terabits per second.
But your body is on the opposite side of the coin your legs and feet you would swear on the holy bible in court that they have been filled with cement. The only saving grace is that they haven't set yet.
Why has your hearing morphed into that of a bat at 120dB its a constant hammering of a pneumatic drill that makes you jump out of your skin.
Your eyes have...
You can't sleep as your mind is faster than your broadband it's on speed at 301 terabits per second.
But your body is on the opposite side of the coin your legs and feet you would swear on the holy bible in court that they have been filled with cement. The only saving grace is that they haven't set yet.
Why has your hearing morphed into that of a bat at 120dB its a constant hammering of a pneumatic drill that makes you jump out of your skin.
Your eyes have...
#FeelingTrapped
#LifeStruggles
#responsibility
#sleep
#vulnerability
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