Asleep Poems - Poems about Asleep

Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace, she shone like the midnight sun; I must confess, she looked rather whimsical sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore! As I sat upon...

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Many fell asleep. They slept while many were killed in factories of death. This allowed for others to take over all of the land. The system was working, and many worked to death, leaving no time to love and rest. They fell asleep, under the plan to kill and replace all they can. They wanted to...

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" My mother wanted me to be her wings, to fly as she was unable to. I love the fact that she wanted to give birth to her own wings. " -Erica Jong Oh, your countenance in dawns graceful light offers the imagination a lofty throne an angel? goddess? not meant for human sight yet, you are here beside...

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Asleep not, my muse begins to trot, Evoking whispers of willow In my memorial mirage. Asleep not, my concern is hot. It has nothing to pillow But your cold corsage. Solely awake solely in wait Whether affectional arrears Find the atonement too late To recoup your stray tears. Half desirous half in despair How my wistful heart dithers When into thin air Years...

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We are asleep. Our life is a dream woven from shadows and lights, But sometimes we wake, just enough to know that we are dreaming, Searching through the folds of the night for a hidden meaning, a calling, We wake up tired and fall asleep restless, navigating among fading stars, We toil under the burden of our own selves,...

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Readers, listen unto me: what a strange discovery! I'm aware that I am sleeping, as about the world I'm creeping;  which means, if I'm not mistaken, you'll disappear when I awaken; or could it be that as I'm dreaming, only I'm insanely seeming;  and you are in the here and now.  This, I will happily allow. For this reason, therefore, hence, please wake me up so I...

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Asleep in the meadows of my mind is a dewy summer scented with rain and flowers and a cat purring at the edge of my heart Smokey fragrances and bulky knit feels of love stacked up books and tomcat smiles creatures of habit are we by ones own choice Together we slumber at the crackle of...

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Falling Asleep Roger White Languorous head caresses feathered pillow. Fatigued back and limbs repose on cushioned bed....

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The obscenely convincing, have arrived in their stealth mobiles. We are made to unmake-belief, to regurgitate Saran wrapped words. Wide-eyed we watch the spreading creep of windowless thought-factories. Druids rage for the loss of their tongues. Magic dragons puff obesely and cannot now climb their spines. Combative batmen tussle with spitting cats. It all makes no-sense, and yet we know the fantasy is built on self-destructing concrete, we see...

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Sometimes I dream of falling asleep on white powdered sand as comfortable as a Futon with powerful ocean waves cloaking my legs and torso like a blanket immersed in saltwater keeping me warm each and every nig...

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What is the correct sleeping time? My sister is losing her mind, she wakes up before the break of day and work right back to midnight the following day. She never takes a break and she is always looking at the gate, she pours some coffee in mug and that’s all she has for the...

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My rage runs deep. My anger will reap. I'll tear myself apart, try to rip out my heart. I'll leave myself alone, try to do this on my own. I'll look back on my life, try to end all the strain and strife. My rage runs deep. My anger will reap. These monsters will come out as I slowly fall asleep....

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To My First Dog Long asleep in your unknown grave, My companion, loyal and beloved Throughout my youth’s growing years, You cannot know nor now see How you do still bring tears to me With memories haunting Of the ways our friendship yet remains. Asleep so still… With fury has over a half-century passed Since daddy took me to choose you From a wriggling,...

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Nodding off is a big part of my life now I've reached that magical age Sit down to watch my most favourite show And wake up later in a rage My favourite show, damn well missed it again Haven't seen it for maybe a year For all I know they cancelled the damn thing Been one of my very worst fears My biggest...

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Awake or asleep, I dream poetry. What, how and when to write? I think about it day and night. When I sit deep in my thoughts, Searching for the right words, And when I count the syllables, Using the fingers of my hands, People think that I am mad! For meals, if I fail to respond To the calls of my better half, And when...

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