Awake Poems - Poems about Awake

...The sun has brung out a low spinescene against the brush housing thrush and pheasants My father moves as death, silhouetted A proper Shropshire lad I hang my neck In shame and solidarity. The ......Read the rest...

...He loves me, he loves me not. I can, but he cannot. I'm the favorite, that much is clear, I know he loves me, though he hides it, I fear. So happy! Wealth and fame are mine, The center of att......Read the rest...

... My internal clock is a bane to me waking me from dreams of paradise thrusting me into life's stark reality not allowing sleep when closing my eyes No matter how many hours of sleep I need ......Read the rest...

...Gathered among lovely nymphs, whose grace shines brightly like eternal stars Their vibrant essence lingers, embracing radiantly, In the dream-laden air, does my love pursue only a fleeting vision......Read the rest...

...each moment in linear time if we be mindfully awake we will notice the clues life leaves all around if response be gentle soul presence ascends whilst if driven by the ego the life lessons ......Read the rest...

... "That Place" In that place where you were abandoned, that place, they never thought, you’d come back from, in that place where it is believed nothing grows in the lo......Read the rest...

...nodes that awake celebrate centre stage others join the chorus today it’s the tip of the nose dancing in the moonlight cheered by an audience of one......Read the rest...

...Chandelier whispers through glasses, Musical notes because of sea shore's air. Saying all the swears isn't kept as promises, No one cares if the decisions were fair! Awake at night and sleeping......Read the rest...

...Going Home His home, where He was from, Heaven, eternal, everlasting, everything good, comes from the heart who breathed hope, the spirit whose song was never ever wrong, it trembled with rhyt......Read the rest...

...Through the funnel of time, we are hurried like the wind - it doesn't stop to whisper, Life, swift and silent, flows in rivers of liquid sand. With each fleeting moment, the profound avoids us, cam......Read the rest...

...Skin so soft as it's been left untouched. Love woven baskets so full, but still no one to receive my seeds of love. Thoughts of spoiled parts which tempt invalid ideas, invoking false belief that th......Read the rest...

... I Not to dream of you you so much Now I sleep wide awake... Even so, I always dream of you! II To ......Read the rest...

...I like leftovers, especially when it comes to soup. Brought back by popular demand. They say that soup is better after it sits for a few days. Stewing in its juices, mixing time with truths. ......Read the rest...

... It was the strangest thing I saw that day A grassy grove and a man shouting mad I didn't even know what to say His face dragged down by his eye bags His feet slept on the dirt, twigs were the b......Read the rest...

...We don’t put away our boots and coats. Here in Michigan. Instead, we close our eyes and feel a soft presence. We jerk awake, in our hammocks. To a dream of cold snow. But it was just a dandelion......Read the rest...