Asleep Poems - Poems about Asleep

We are asleep under the dome of dreams that dance in secrecy, in a labyrinth of shadows where time whispers forgotten tales. We step on carpets of stars woven from the threads of deep night, seeking the hidden light in the cracks of silver silence. In our slumber, life is a river winding through the abyss, where each thought is...

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Should you like to view the shrike or have a butchers take a hike to where they nest while at rest but better yet sneak a peek at the dancing yet docile and stupid blue-footed booby as it will make you smile for they have no need to choose a pair of blue suede shoes and how to catch them there's no secret you would...

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Falling asleep is such sweet sorrow! Alas, lullabies are so 'Yesterday''! It started with counting sheep: Knit one, Purl One, Knit two Together, Promenading One by One, Fluffy Cute Wee little Lambs, Jumping over a fence. One, two, three, four........ zzzzzzzzzzz But, the shepherds shooed the flock back inside the shed. Said it was midnight mayhem - 'duffing sheep to rustle sleep'! So the Hypnos Somnus Gurus...

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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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