we were bombarded for half an hour.
pepsi, popcorn and upcoming movies blowhard
gaudy and ostentatious and galling
my son asks, 'when is it going to start?'
jet-lagged to infinity
i was woken up by an onscreen scream
or it might have been the last trumpet
after the movie i go to the bank and the
clerk doesn't know what i'm talking about
high time hoodang and deposited cash
on the radio that morning the new prime minister
is applauded and cheered into number 10
he wants to shake hands with everybody in the country
there are no birds in our garden
Gurgling stream invisible,
drawn to its blithe bosom,
by edge of dawn kismet,
whose loiter and lurk in,
my peep of day ear satin,
taunts drowsy pallette vein,
with velvet sonic swerves,
unique, unseen, unfolding,
conjures a deep sensory,
whiff of innuendo imaged,
blurred eye phase paused,
red sun sears sleep crust,
salt gust imp tickles twitchy,
nose, my loyal guide dog,
whilst morning slumber,
thaws in trancelike mien,
to shed blind spot tramp,
a faint backwash swoosh,
now flags receding eddy,
near rapids hazy vision,
one can intuit in a blink,
but not quite glimpse!
Thoughts of firelight drifting
Over weightless wings of flight
Unseen flying through treetops
Weaving into dreams, welcomed
By familiar faces I've loved
Between moments of madness
Mixed with simple smiles of joy
Drawn to children's laughter
And the promise of a new day
Summer, darkened off.
Hung yet of o'er
As bright to the core
Nectarine. Peach.
Arboured italian!
Now my pleasure
To share whose leisure
Ripe to ravish
Soft cheeked, alike squish.
When for, so reach.
In a grassed shallow, bowl-shaped
Above it, asleep
Fox-curled, and deep
Day flies with routine haste, past.
Worries dont creep!
Click-click, beetled and hoppered.
And buzzingly beed.
In starving need.
O To share whose creature comfort's
Snug and plump breed!
Asleep, do all looks soften
For severity.
Even those of fierce cruelty.
The moon has risen.
A cub, in its innocence.
Cooled, whose tiger face.
Even you, Earth; through our race.
Moon, your effulgence!
sweet boy asleep in the field….his murderers
juveniles of hatred
god grieves everywhere they are….death
lingers tears of justice doesn’t fade
Falling asleep to white static’s sound
coated in Cheetos and dream dust.
I’ll catch a black and white ride
upon a star’s rough shore.
This blanket softens
coaxing my mind
as eyes close
to risk
it.
When you fall asleep after a long day’s end,
as the night grows thick and dark,
a lonely candle melts into the night.
Your quiet eyelids resting without defense,
a tender ache rises within me
and softly asks, “Love, why so soon?”
When you fall asleep before me,
the room turns utterly still and quiet.
Your breathing grows steady and distant.
I sit beside the half-finished work on my desk,
and my mind slowly loosens and whispers,
“I forgot to be with you in the quiet.”
Never Easy
Never easy
Lose a loved one
After sixty precious years
Look at photos
Read her writings
Bring me often
Close to tears
Now she’s buried
At the chapel
Where we went
Made many friends
Now she has
No sufferings,
No pain.
Bible read at funeral
‘Asleep in Jesus.’
One day’s certain
Go I will
And join her
In that earth-dug
Holy bed
‘Asleep in Jesus.’
When the heart feels heavy
tears roll down the cheeks
expressing the pain within.
Flushing the hidden grief
and feeling so light
One is relaxed and falls asleep...
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
I dreamed I am — within your Thoughts —
As Neurons — in our Brains —
Where every Whisper — folds into Silk —
And Waking — feels the same —
No Stranger — could divide the Sleep —
That binds our Breath — like Thread —
Two Lanterns — in the Dark — alight —
Each — by the Other — fed —
The World — withdrew — its iron Tongue —
And Time — forgot to Keep —
While I — became your Secret — kept —
When We — were both — Asleep —
Tears streaming down
Rains soft token
Imagine how I was found
To have magic'ly woken
In the streets of
This rainy town
Peering up above
Knees on the ground
Passed by unseen
Or avoided
Where have I been?
Dreams distorted
The street noises
The smell of pain
And suffering
mingled voices
Polite and feign
Time stuttering
Unwilled choices
To keep living
To one day die
Still believing
Above the skies
Whilst all the while
Living lies
No one dies
No one dies
I hear the cries
They've made me wise
We'll do this again
When next we sleep
In the next rain
Our souls to reap
W E F..Have no idea.' Of Gods plans.) They
Go beyond any depth real or
Imagined.)
Whilst the winds gone afar,
the cold still lasts around.
Yet the world's still asleep,
like a toddler's midnight doze
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.