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Famous Short Sleep Poems. Short Sleep Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Sleep short poems

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by Wanda Phipps

Morning Poem #39

 sleep patterns
shifting-down late
up early
interrupted dreams


by Emily Dickinson

The Suburbs of a Secret

 The Suburbs of a Secret
A Strategist should keep,
Better than on a Dream intrude
To scrutinize the Sleep.


by Emily Dickinson

He went by sleep that drowsy route

 He went by sleep that drowsy route
To the surmising Inn --
At day break to begin his race
Or ever to remain --


by Emily Dickinson

Though the great Waters sleep

 Though the great Waters sleep,
That they are still the Deep,
We cannot doubt --
No vacillating God
Ignited this Abode
To put it out --


by Robert Burns

35. Epitaph on William Hood Senior

 HERE Souter Hood in death does sleep;
 To hell if he’s gane thither,
Satan, gie him thy gear to keep;
 He’ll haud it weel thegither.


by Nizar Qabbani

Oh My Love

 Oh, my love
If you were at the level of my madness,
You would cast away your jewelry,
Sell all your bracelets,
And sleep in my eyes.


by Emily Dickinson

Now I lay thee down to Sleep --

 Now I lay thee down to Sleep --
I pray the Lord thy Dust to keep --
And if thou live before thou wake --
I pray the Lord thy Soul to make --


by Langston Hughes

Ardella

 I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you To a sleep without dreams Were it not for your songs.


by Langston Hughes

Quiet Girl

 I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you To a sleep without dreams Were it not for your songs.


by Edna St Vincent Millay

Midnight Oil

 Cut if you will, with Sleep's dull knife,
Each day to half its length, my friend,--
The years that Time take off my life,
He'll take from off the other end!


by Omar Khayyam

Drink wine! long must you sleep within the tomb,

Drink wine! long must you sleep within the tomb,
Without a friend, or wife to cheer your gloom;
Hear what I say, and tell it not again,
«Never again can withered tulips bloom.»


by Omar Khayyam

They that have passed away, and gone before,

They that have passed away, and gone before,
Sleep in delusion's dust for evermore;
Go, boy, and fetch some wine, this is the truth,
Their dogmas were but air, and wind their lore!


by Omar Khayyam

Men's lusts, like house-dogs, still the house distress

Men's lusts, like house-dogs, still the house distress
With clamour, barking for mere wantonness;
Foxes are they, and sleep the sleep of hares;
Crafty as wolves, as tigers pitiless.


by Omar Khayyam

This palace where great Bahram loved to drink now

This palace where great Bahram loved to drink now
herds the young gazelle, and in it lions sleep. Where
Bahram snared the swift wild ass, the snare of Time has
in its turn snared him.


by Maya Angelou

Insomniac

 There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles that I employ to win its service to my side are useless as wounded pride, and much more painful.


by Omar Khayyam

I dreamt a sage said, Wherefore life consume

I dreamt a sage said, «Wherefore life consume
In sleep? Can sleep make pleasure's roses bloom?
For gather not with death's twin-brother sleep,
Thou wilt have sleep enough within thy tomb!»


by Omar Khayyam

No base or light-weight coins pass current here,

No base or light-weight coins pass current here,
Of such a broom has swept our dwelling clear
Forth from the tavern comes a sage and cries,
«Drink! for ye all must sleep through ages drear»


by Omar Khayyam

How long wilt thou pass thy life in adoring thyself, and

How long wilt thou pass thy life in adoring thyself, and
seeking the cause of annihilation of thy being? Drink
wine, for a life that is followed by death is better spent
in sleep or drunkenness.


by Robert Graves

She Tells Her Love

 She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And put out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.


by Carl Sandburg

Clinton South of Polk

 I WANDER down on Clinton street south of Polk
And listen to the voices of Italian children quarreling.
It is a cataract of coloratura And I could sleep to their musical threats and accusations.


by Edna St Vincent Millay

Midnight Oil

 Edna St.
Vincent Millay - Midnight Oil Cut if you will, with Sleep's dull knife, Each day to half its length, my friend,— The years that Time take off my life, He'll take from off the other end!


by Sara Teasdale

It Is Not A Word

 It is not a word spoken,
Few words are said;
Nor even a look of the eyes
Nor a bend of the head,

But only a hush of the heart
That has too much to keep,
Only memories waking
That sleep so light a sleep.


by Emily Dickinson

On that specific Pillow

 On that specific Pillow
Our projects flit away --
The Night's tremendous Morrow
And whether sleep will stay
Or usher us -- a stranger --
To situations new
The effort to comprise it
Is all the soul can do.


by Emily Dickinson

Water makes many Beds

 Water makes many Beds
For those averse to sleep --
Its awful chamber open stands --
Its Curtains blandly sweep --
Abhorrent is the Rest
In undulating Rooms
Whose Amplitude no end invades --
Whose Axis never comes.


by Emily Dickinson

If this is fading

 If this is "fading"
Oh let me immediately "fade"!
If this is "dying"
Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
If this is "sleep,"
On such a night
How proud to shut the eye!
Good Evening, gentle Fellow men!
Peacock presumes to die!


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