Beds Poems - Poems about Beds

Perchance To Dream

eds are deadly dangerous
more people die there
no matter young or old
than anywhere
else in the whole wide world
(or so I've been told)
and if it's not too late
someone should legislate
to outlaw
and recall them all
then instead we'll sleep on the floor
so before you go
up the wooden hills to Bedforshire
and wend your weary way
to the land of Nod
if you

SIX WOMEN PATIENTS

   SIX WOMEN PATIENTS 

Six broken women lay down to rest
brown bodies all in a row
six long stories to tell with jest
six smiles with a million tears
race around ward releasing fears 
just so

Six windows uncurtained offers 
six sunny acacias buffered 
trolleys reel, pills and bottles steep
surgeon makes his rounds with a nod
six students

Bestial Beds - Mar 6

Babble on, Babylon!— The bell is bellowing 
Its booming bane! Bastards and baseborn bumblers 
Beware, and beg bitterly for better 
Birth above! O’ you bashful, bawdry bunch!

Flower Beds

I'm a fruit of the tree of life
with knowledge of
the unknown
What I'm known to leave floats 
above trees with grown broken 
branches
I've grown to see that not
all soil is fertile as many
seeds are left
to languish & toil
The grounds are barren for
the unyielding & those
sowing with dirty
intent to spoil
Foiling that type of harvest
is light work
as I'm

On Our Beds

Where we sleep there might be quilts
Or comforters or spreads
Or blankets made in varied styles
To warm us in our beds.

Some might prefer a cashmere throw
Or one hand-knit in wool,
While others cozy up to down
And can’t resist its pull.

A cotton blanket, or velour, 
Keeps many feeling snug,
While weighted covers, loved by few,
In most evoke a shrug.

A

hospital beds

I drown in my sorrows
At all times
They seem to
Consume me
I wish there was a way
To defeat them
To turn them off
But they continue to
Flow out of me
Rushing like a
Waterfall
Never ending
I hate when I get like
This but I don’t
Seem to do a
damn thing about it
I continue to
drown
It’s going to wear
Me down
& age me I fear
Erode away 
From

Two Pumpkin Cat Beds

I am enjoying a slumbering Ginger cat said to pumpkin vine.
A beautiful day it is to sleep of my jug of catnip wine.
Pumpkin vine understood and gave Ginger cat a snuggly spot.
On a warm October day when some other pumpkins did rot.

Why do you keep looking wonderful? Asked another pumpkin, Lee.
I think it is because

Two Pumpkin Cat Beds

I am enjoying a slumbering Ginger cat said to pumpkin vine.
A beautiful day it is to sleep of my jug of catnip wine.
Pumpkin vine understood and gave Ginger cat a snuggly spot.
On a warm October day when some other pumpkins did rot.

Why do you keep looking wonderful? Asked another pumpkin, Lee.
I think it is because

Cellular Minds Raised From Their Beds

A push-button blood alarm
scans the receptivity of softly ticking ears.
It is the ever-wakening
never snoozing
internet jungle calling.

Fasting birds as large as velociraptors
insist on being called parrots,
a raucous conversation hardly heard
as it filters through
3-D printed flugelhorns.

A cell awakes vibrates within an ear socket
demanding its early morning diaper change.
Little silver bells are clanging,
A sub-audial cacophony of eager voices
discharging

Babies Who Still Beds Wet

Over little mothers fret:
Their babies who still beds wet;
Lionesses in A Net!
Its stoppage they’d celebrate:
High time their doctor they met
And out their frustrations let…

And Doc begins to Mum pet,
Drying tear-filled eyes long wet:
Some placebo drug would get
And Fine Solution is set!

“Babes shall pee; I did no bet:
Time frees them from The odd Net
Only trying to

Safe In Our Beds

Diminished
but ennobled,
the soldier came home
his two limbs
traded for the 
sanctuary
of a deeper peace

Broken
in completeness,
his braces held proud
each battle
medaled
in the memory
—of his finest hour 

(The New Room: November, 2021)

A Brief History of Beds

Old beds reinventing themselves
as hammocks for the distilling
of sweat and foam
into an archive of dreams.

Sprung mattress’ sag like spavined camels,
or twist days and nights together
into sheets stuffed with mental laundry.
Some beds have fallen comatose,
they wilt like boneless owls
in slumbering hollows.

Beds keep their history recorded
in the brain-stems of a thousand bodily impressions;
beneath lumpy mattresses horror movies

Oyster Beds

There are oyster beds
at the bottom of the sea.
That's where we get pearls.

Beds Vs Mats

Men to step on 
Cats beds 
Floor mats 
He slips on beds
It sleeps on mats 
What a wonderful World?

Southern Comfort Beds

the goslings have shed ochre puffs
                 which are no longer in vogue,
           they're wobbling toddlers now
    too big for the snappers' jaw
    

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