Sleeping Beauty Poems

I remember the days when I'd fall
asleep before hitting the pillow.
Ah, the joy of a sound sleep.

I might not have been at my best
in the...

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Firefly

We were sleeping on balmy nights
Blinds were awakening in sticky October 
People were waiting and whispering during the flight 
Mob was ecstatic and somber.
Sylph, a...

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hush, sweet child, your fate is spun
the blackened threads have just begun
upon your brow a crown may gleam
but dark things stir beneath the dream

a spindle...

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It's most likely her being isn't brought for additional or spares 
Her calm paws gloating her beauty defining her sleep that is well made
The traveled...

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Sleeping in blossoms, plush pillows!
Fleeting dreams, of pink, cloud billows.
Red, orange, purple and golden,
spread over green park, so olden.
Soft, the sighs, as hummingbird flies,
Oft' plagued...

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"Great memories are the best kind to have but some memories bring a waterfall of tears." By Poet

Memories are sleeping in an old dusty box.
Even...

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Softly she slumbers, a vision to see,
A smile on her face, serenity.
No worries or cares, no troubles in sight,
Just peaceful repose, a gentle delight.

Her snores,...

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It is sunny
It is raining, it is thundering
It is autumn
From waking up to sleeping.
The leaves are dry and passive
And the flowers are dead and inactive...

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The opaque grains of darkness drizzle silently
from the curved cauldron of the seamless sky,
the silver embroidered satin tapestry rolls out 
from the cornucopia of the...

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THE WALK
The sun shines on Benarty
On a nice warm summers day,
The bairns have got their clothes on
And they all want out to play.

l make them...

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My brother, John, was older than me; and I had ever looked up to him,
As a golden sun seems always with you, but comes and...

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Beauty is not in size and shape
Nor in colour and looks,
It is in the heart and mind
Not in Snow-white’s story book.
Beauty is not a fairy...

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Date:  August   2051

"Holannya's  new born baby girls!"
Dolly exclaimed 7  Friday morning.
Molly watched Holly sleep saying,
"Yeah finally and everybody's joyful right?"
Dolly...

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Mysterious blue
as midnight moonlight spills on
meandering dreams.
Once butterflies' ball is done
merlot bliss lies past the sun!

Red Mars reveries
join nights of mulberry rose
camouflaging green.
So many are...

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Dedicated to Shawn Mendes’ In My Blood song…

Living alone with an anxious, languishing mindset
Living on my own with a whole lot of regret
The walls in...

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