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Sleep Cycle by Gonzales, Alfredo
Sleep Walking by Lucas, Ryan
The stars do not sleep by Machaya, Pheko
I Can't Sleep by Roundy, Cynthia
Dreaming of going to sleep by Harvey, Aa
Why Mother, Why Must I Sleep by Neves, Timoteo
What Sleep Is This by Capitano, Phil

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Sleepless Night

Sleepless Night

Pillowed feathers,
Caress a precious moment around my tender skin.
Teardrops, bagged eyes, a way of sin
The mirror reveals a lost eternal soul
A conniving move against tonight's phantom glow
Voices circle the insomniac moon
Like magic and beauty, "I'm Gone With the Wind."

The idea of love, 
broken like yesterday's wishbone.
She is leaving today
her arms, my shelter
Her wings were immense
teardrops, gone forever. 
Never will she suffer-
Never will she return-
All I have are lost memories,
tracing what is left.
One last deep breath
tequila vice
washing away the pain.....

At Last Now I See!
Under the drunken stars 
Yesterday I had an epiphany 
Falling like a match
A sunken treasure 
At Last I Knew
You don't belong in there,
you were there for the taking
Frail and sick, no longer sane.
Memories lost, no longer - her
My Mother! 

What has become of her since? 
You're a demon, who played us all
Made us cry, while you slowly took her aside

The way you laid waste to her body
nip nap both her legs
Fed her through a stubble

She rapidly forgot
our names'
our faces'
I hate you Alzheimer
I hate the way you took her the first time!
I hate you Death
I hate the way you claimed her final moment!
Sleepless nights and pillowed feathers,
Caressing a precious moment around my tender skin
Pretending my mother tucked them in
Anything to help me get past my sleepless nights.

By: PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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Shine as a source of endless light
whose rainbows of colour deter the night
where daydreams are gentle as doves in flight
and sleep the sleep of angels

Shine like a shower of soft moonbeams
Inhabit the sea of a thousand dreams
where laughter and love are timeless themes
and sleep the sleep of angels

Shine like the sun in a golden sky
On warm, sultry evenings, a fragrance, a sigh
an echo of summer as life passes by
and sleep the sleep of angels

Copyright © Greta Robinson | Year Posted 2005

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The Forest

"What falls out in the forest stays in the forest"

The tree is trimmed, 
Proposing passion, protecting sweet sweat
Naked with nothing to bear or wear
Nature's breath lightens the atmosphere
She breathes in, he breathes out
The sound of rain drumming down deepens
Every form is near its end, 
Deep in this forest night
A Gentleman among the trees, 
Hibernating new seeds 

"On the other side of the forest"
He guides my path, with ebony eyes
A convincing vent, I swallow
The fear is broken, I sleep in glee
The whispers disappear 
Dying in peace by the secret bayou 
Broad leaves lay under raw landscape
Stilled by the chills he quills
A quarter past midnight 
Mr Romantic prepares my sheets of Winter


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2015

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Sleeping With The Enemy


See what you want to see
Don't Look at me!
You are staring you are watching;
Eat what you can't be

Come sleep by my side
The whole world is our playground
Don't make a sound
Stop clowning around

In the mist of the night,
You keep me from crying

I wipe off the taste of your lips
You kiss me starting at my inner hips
You broke me in a way..
I hate to say your love is better every day 
I deny you, the one thing I can't say

You are my pillow
Where I rest my legs,
Can you feel me~
This moment feels right
I just want to die here, 
Die here ~ 
Die here by your side

I sleep with my eyes wide open,
I sleep with the enemy by my side
Come here and hold me
After you watched my worlds collide
Come here and love me
I'm yours till the end of time
You can rock me!
Under the moon and its rhyme
I put it all to a side, how I hate you inside
I can't let go
I just want you to know
I'm a fool in love with you
Even if it doesn't show!

12- 7- 10

Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2011

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The Moon Dust will not Fall Nevermore


                                             At different times
                                             in separate beds
                                             we sleep to forget
                                             Sunset is sunrise
                                             and nobody cares

                                             There it's sunny
                                             and here it rains
                                             who needs rainbows
                                             if no one cares?

                                             The Moon dust 
                                             will not fall 




                                             That's that!
                                             Who cares?

                                             Just drowned coins
                                             a cracked glass
                                             feeble stars

                                             Where's the Moon dust?
                                             Where're the arrows?
                                             Where's the fairy?
                                             Where's our strong faith?

                                             A distance that drowns
                                             through forbidden dreams
                                             we wait for the Moon
                                             to sleep and forget
                                             and nobody cares!


Copyright © Usual Suspect | Year Posted 2012

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Old Wounds

Composed, my dreams embrace, then fade
with memories, quite undefined
returning nights, upon the shade
when clocks are wound, and sun reclines

When weariness is not enough
to lie alone, to sleep again,
the darkest ghosts, upon the cliffs
return as if I've begged them in

Appearing with unspoken words
to pull the quilt from tender bones
to race the heart, and pace the halls
and magnify what 's come and gone

For in the dark, a voice is clear
It calls to me, and I can hear
where loneliness has been my friend
and clearer than I could recall

I've pulled apart a scab disturbed
as if it were an angry wound
and somewhere in the distant world
a part of me has never healed

By light of day, you are gone
I'm still alive, again alone
Yet hovering within the mist
with sunlight slipping down the trees
I'll brush my hair, ignoring ghosts
to welcome sleep, becoming lost


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014

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Sleepless nights

 When counting sheep on sleepless nights
fail to make me sleep
I count the stars  in vaulted heights
that through my window peep
Then  lullabies from up on high
brings my soul to rest
In dreams I fly   across the sky
in slumber's peaceful quest
 Joseph May

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2013

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Too Tired

Blurry thoughts, hurried thoughts, they need to settle down. 
Too tired to move, to worn out to groove, I'm frustrated all around. 
Crazy voice, I have no choice, I want to surrender to sweet sleep. 
Twisted thinking, racing blinking, my mind is an overgrown trash heap. 
Eyes wide, I cannot hide, the redness of my inflaming anger 
Too little relief, too much grief, the warning signs flash Danger danger. 
I'm on overload, so I am told, need to shut my lethargic eyes. 
Trying to sleep, car horns beep. can't they hear my cries. 
My body is done, before the day has begun and it's only half past nine. 
I hear you call, down the hall, pillow why can't you be mine. 
Tic tock, goes the clock, the day is dwindling, departing from me. 
Sleep, blessed sleep, is what I need, why can't anyone see. 
Eyes burn, to close I yearn, my fists are clenched tight 
This I can't take, going to break, I know it isn't right. 
Shut down, the world around, this is my last attempt at sanity. 
If I'm still awake, I will break, and you better stay away from me. 
Night falls, my bed calls, the feeling is beyond compare.
Tossing, turning, salty eyes stinging, at the ceiling I still stare.

Copyright © CT Duet | Year Posted 2014

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Voyeur Moon


The voyeur moon has promised she

will hide her light tonight and keep

it dark outside if we'll agree

to let her watch us while we sleep



Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

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Chased By The Dawn

In the downy-soft hours, where dawn hovers near, Night's uncovered dream, must disappear. Once, delivered, then replaced, Never to be traced, Drifting on, Chased, By the dawn. Fantasies misplaced, Become silver clouds, erased. Lost in forever, quite far from here, In the downy-soft hours, where dawn hovers near
===================== 2//13/15 Inspired By Andrea's Contest: "An Invented Form"

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

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A Meadow's Sigh

The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.

Green and warm, full of life, the forest's skirt, the Maid's delight,
where rabbits dwell in lovers’ dells, a dream in morning light.

Gold and bright, full of life, the forest's skirt and Knight's delight;
life lies in grasses high, where lovers sleep and passion cries.

White and fair, full of life, the forest's skirt of pearly white;
burrowers sleep in bowers deep, hearths alight on chill nights.

The meadow's breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew;
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.

The men have made the meadow home, no rabbits now play there,
no deer appear so near the roads for cars bring them dispare.

The meadow was home to many things, butterflies, birds on wing,
yet, few can dwell where men reside, the forest's skirt swept aside.

The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011

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Night owl

 As the moon sang a lullaby
to a distant star
The creatures below to sleep did sink
Except for the owl,  who didn't sleep a wink

 " What time do you  have" asked the owl 
" It's a  quarter to nine"
Said the  tree with a scowl
" Thanks, I am going on  my hunting spree"  the owl replied
As he flew off into the night from  the old oak tree

  "Oh my,  I'm running late"  
exclaimed  the field mouse,
As he looked  at his watch
while hurrying  to  get to his house
It was then that the owl made his catch
as with his talons, the mouse he did snatch!

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2012

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Goodnight Dear P D

Go to sleep dear need your rest
Tomorrow will be to be at your best
Children and know they are wild
They'll wear you out...and thats putting it mild
Oh no the better not forget
Cooking and serving...your body wet with sweat
A shower, a shower...and you can wind down
Asleep, asleep in your bed...Not making a sound
Send me to sleep contest Sponsor: P.D. Written by Carol ~Sunshine~ Brown 10/25/2012 2nd Place Winner

Copyright © Carol Sunshine Brown | Year Posted 2012

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Sleepless Nights - Limerick Insomnia Revisited

Sleepless Nights - Limerick Insomnia Revisited Limericks are so hard to write. Sometimes, keep me up half the night Spending way too much time Just trying to rhyme A word that’s just out of sight. Written By John Posey 07/02/13

Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2013

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lamp posts call me,

to sleep on rainfall’s quilt

as dewdrops, to misty stardust

calm breath.

Andrea Dietrich's An American Beauty:
Write Like Adelaide Contest

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

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Inside Job

Building castles in the air,
Gold and diamonds everywhere;
You were the brightest stars in your own skies

In empty space you built your dreams
Behind  computer screens
You rode in long expensive cars
 Drank in all the trendy bars
As all the while you lied and bet
Against the ones who'd hoped to get
Some small piece of our communal pie;
They bought your homes and with them bought the lie.

     It was all an inside job
     Pulled by a faceless mob
     Of bankers, lawyers and their ilk.
     It was all an inside job
     By a thoughtless, greedy mob
     Of men who rob the poor to sleep on silk.

Smoking candles, fallen flowers
Foreclosed homes and broken hours -
This is the aftermath of what you've done,
Games ill played and  ill begun.

And the rich keep getting richer
Though they've painted us the picture
Of what happenswhen you set the weasels free.
They've no concern for you or me
Or the discrepancies we see;
Should be enough for us that they should always be.
No one's punished ,no one pays,
And they remain, complacent in their ways.

     It was all an inside job
     Staged by the untouched mob
     Of bankers, lawyers and their ilk.
     It was all an inside job
     Perpetrated by the mob
     Of men who rob the poor to sleep on silk.

And now this evil season
Has descended without reason
And the sheep will stand and wait
To receive their unearned fate.

I hope you're proud, you sleep at night
While masses live by candlelight
May your riches find you lone and cold
When you at last are frail and old
And no one mourns your passing days
And none thought loyal will stay
To watch with you all through the coming gloom
That pushes you, now helpless, to your tomb.

Castle building in the air
Gold and diamonds everywhere;
The brightest stars will dim away
Replaced by others, other days.

     And so it goes, the inside job
     Brought off by the blacksuited mob
     The bankers, lawyers and their ilk.
     The framers of the inside job
     That heartless, faithless, grasping mob
     Will one day drown, beneath a sea of silk.

Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2011

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le chateau indesirable

le château indésirable
(The undesirable Chateau )

I have no body
I am asleep
My head lies in a an old wooden box
My eyes are closed
The world is too cruel
A single tear rolls down my face
I am sad and I can fathom no reason why
Do all the dead babies cry?
Not even born and yet my soul is old
I am just a head in an old wooden box
My body is gone, I know not where
My chateau is an old empty crate
One of the unwanted
Why do you stare?
This old wooden cage is my home sweet home
I lie here to ponder and contemplate
I sometimes stare to the skies

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

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A Sleepless Night Triolet

From Shakespeare’s Hamlet: "To sleep, perchance to dream-ay, there's the rub.” Perchance to dream. . . Ah yes, but first to sleep! My little clock keeps ticking on and on. I‘m long past even trying to count sheep. Perchance to dream. . . Ah, yes, but first to sleep! A creeping dread now makes me want to weep. Dawn’s coming; birds are trilling as I yawn. Perchance to dream? Ah yes. . . But first to sleep! My little clock keeps ticking on and on.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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When I Close My Eyes

Night Whispers in my ear, promising sweet

Dreams from another world. My eyes lidded

With wonder of images that aren't complete.

My consciousness blurs, I scrunch up my feet.

Dream realm returns, I enter it timid.

Night whispers in my ear, promising. Sweet

Melodies drift down a rain ridden street.

Colors explode to make the dull gilded.

I wonder of images that aren't complete.

I dream in color that's full of deceit,

My journey confused but benefited

Night. Whispers in my ear, promising sweet

Souls of good fortune. The spell obsolete,

Slips off my mind. The day then comes guilted,

I linger with images that aren't complete.

Startling gold sun begins to reach its peak,

But my mind is in bed, dreaming tinted.

Night whispers in my ear, promising sweet

Wonder of images that now are complete.

Copyright © Jordyn Linkenback | Year Posted 2014

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A branch breaks dried by the sun
withers and dies thrown on the fire
burning remains sweet pearls silver sparkling

a terrible sadness enters the window
a willow weeps pitter patter knocking
sins came to visit last night
blowing against the wind
drooping heavy darkness
putting right the wrongs 
was more than one could bare

grey clouds rains burning
trails of hurt shadows of reality
a dream snatched away
by judgement
scratches on chamber walls

weeps the willow entwines in limbs
an inescapable embrace
in one's own heart
a sanctum darkened
by wrong's lament

mind's rumblings tells tales
clouded thoughts chase the wind
shadows shifting dark and light
reality pays a visit
in moon's grey glow
seeking soul's atonement
for what was done
a heavy price reaped
for burnt ashes and dusty remains

impossible sleep
rain's lullaby hush
pitter patters against the pane
a calming rage gives way
to sweet nightmares of relief

Written by: Liam McDaid & Kelly Deschler

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015

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                                            Only those who will risk going too far 
                                            can possibly find out how far one can go. 
                                                                                         T. S. Eliot 


Come, pity words that sleep on walls
or beg before a form’s low fence
with dread instead of deference. 

Chained and well trained, they weakly crawl
on even lines where hard rules whip
and nip at just one tiny slip.    

Until we let verse freely fall
from sonnet, ode or kyrielle,
all deeper art we will repel. 

Though meter bids us to recall
by means of rhyme that reader's hold
like fairytales a child is told,

the heart is drawn to looser scrawls
like the bold script of Eliot*
in flourish I can not forget.

Come, pity words that sleep on walls,
chained and well trained, they weakly crawl
until we let verse freely fall.
Though meter bids us to recall,
the heart is drawn to looser scrawls.

*T.S. Eliot, free verse poet extraordinaire. 
**Click on the about this poem link if you can for a sample of Eliot's 'scrawl'

Copyright © Cyndi MacMillan | Year Posted 2012

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Missing You

At night I dream of flying in the sky, 
Looking down at the world as I slowly fly. 

It's beautiful to watch the oceans so blue, 
The rainbows, butterflies and than I see you. 

You always catch my eyes with your handsome sweet face, 
I know in my dreams it's alright to be in your space. 

I know it is not real or even slightly true. 
It is okay with me because that's when I see you. 

With my eyes closed and my heart beating fast, 
I wish I would have stayed with you, but thats all in the past. 

I should have never let you leave and walk away, 
Because now my life has no color, it is just gray.

I will just continue to see you while I sleep, 
Even though my heart will always hurt and weep. 

One more night I'll wish to see you. 
It's the only time my skies are blue. 

Copyright © Debra Baviello | Year Posted 2015

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My angel, I love to watch you sleep

My angel, I love to watch you sleep........ When the night comes then your voice calm down When the moon begin to sail in the sky then your eyes are closing down to sleep You fall asleep while dim light illuminates your room I love to watch you sleep my little girl You sleep like a little angel within your dreams Your hair falls both sides of your face and your hands folded in to the blanket Your pillows and bunnies are spread around you You breath soft and low while your innocent heart beat slowly to the merry tune I love to watch you sleep my little baby When I want to kiss you to say good night in your sleep then you toss your head and stretch your little body and turn around sleep again while holding your pillow God brought you to me and given you as his gift and today you are the greatest treasure in my life Someone to laugh and dance and sing in my home I love to watch you sleep my angel Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka All rights are reserved

Copyright © Ravi Sathasivam | Year Posted 2013

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Background Music Before Sleep

  In the asphalt homeland 
I lay down to sleep 
   In the background 
a saxophone wails
  and relaxes tired muscles 
Streetlights cut through the darkness
    The day has passed 
as days do 
   This city dweller 
wishes to head off to 
Jazz in the background 
   lets his mind wander 
through sweet pathways 
     not created 
 by the hands of man 
   My heart beats with a rhythm 
stolen from the heart of the city 
Sax wails, drums beat 
pianist plays lovely riffs
     My dreams will be filled with joy 
for I know 
   there are plenty 
   who will join
me in the jazz fantasia  
   which awaits us

Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2014

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Wintry night, the clouds were churning
While the lightning lit the sky
The old house it shook and trembled 
As the howling wind went by.

I put out the waning candle
Total darkness all around
It felt cold, in bed I snuggled
Heard the thunder’s drawling sound.

It took ages till I drifted 
Into rough and restless sleep
When at once I felt me falling
Down a tunnel deep and steep.

Chilly hands wrapped tight around me
Felt the breathing of a ghost;
In a daze it tugged and led me
To the open ragged coast.

Had no strength or will to struggle
The cold water dragged me down
Uncontrolled the helpless feeling
Of a man about to drown.

Then I woke all of a sudden
And I saw the dawning light
Found myself all wet and sweaty
From the dream I had that night.

So relieved! I felt elated.
What an ugly fright I’d had.
Then I looked and saw beside me 
Soaking seaweed on the bed!!

23rd October 2014
Contest: Ghosts Stories
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Placed: 4th

Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2014