Bedtime Poems - Poems about Bedtime

The thunder rolls as the sky flashes bright. The clouds roll in as the lightning strikes. The children all tucked in snug in their bed, as mom walks away, "I'm scared", they all said. You hear that sound, she says, the thunder rolling, Do not be afraid, for it's only God and his angels bowling. But the lightning, they cry, it's...

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A New Etheree Poem Any Theme Poetry Contest Tania Kitchin I Dated A sweet man We fell in love To a drummers beat All was fine and dandy Except his love for Brandy His secret lover tore us up He loved the liquor, hops, and spirits And I'd fight her off and send him packing...

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"Dreamland can be a great place to live." By Poet I hold three magic rocks, in my hand, Rolling them over and over and over, Leaving this reality behind, far behind. These three rocks are making music like a band, one is painted with a yellow clover, if I look closer what will I find? A magical journey I will take, before I...

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Last night, I had to shoo me away some sheep. Having to count 'em was keeping me from falling asleep. Tonight, I do battle with a big herd of cattle that somebody, I’m sure, has prayed the Lord to keep. ...

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Have you ever wondered why we love reading bedtime stories to our children once they pray to God their soul to keep? It’s more than, as parents, we are tired and we’d like to get some sleep. It’s a wonderful moment at the end of the day when the world slows down a tad a quiet, intimate moment between a...

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The covers were over my head. It was time for bed. But still, my fingers twitch a bit. My computer is brightly lit. In the corner of my room. Next to the dustpan and broom. I was almost ready to sleep. My computer does a gentle beep. “When will you write again? When will you share...

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Your rough tongue cleansing my finger. You, the queen of Calico humdingers! Those flashing green eyes that evoke my love each night. Staring down from your soft feline height. How I adore the ways you make my heart dance. When you slumber on me, my heart, settles down to an opal, moonlit trance... December 3, 2024 ...

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Lying there, serenely, after a warm jasmined bath, The thought hit me, what if I never again do awake? Just wide eyed in heaven’s home to joyfully partake! I awoke to live in eternal love with good and not wrath. Now existingin a realm with God, not one of mortal men. To constantly whisper, I am finally here, with joy...

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Little Kaistosinikyi, she would speak, a phrase that stirs the depths of my psyche, a reminder of the scorching flame that burns inside, a fire that illuminates the path ahead. Two wolves, I am told, reside within me, one of pristine white, the other of koko, a dichotomy that embodies the paradox of my existence. The white...

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Our tummy's full and plates licked clean. Its time to put away your screens. Bath time first. Brush your teeth. Pjs on for bedtime please. choose a book you like to read, mummy listens carefully. snuggle in, nice and cosy, laughing at the bedtime story. The sun has gone, your lamp switched on, ill softly sing our goodnight...

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What if I, perchance never do awake? My solace in eternity to partake. Existing...

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I go to bed. It’s been a long day. All of the day’s cares melt away. There’s no guessing what I might ponder. My mind leaves my body to wander, Taking flight, leaving reason behind, It has its own mind. It’s unconfined. It flies to the sky, drops in a well, Visits heaven, and it visits hell....

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Old beds reinvent themselves, as archived hammocks for the distilling of sweat and foam. 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 hollow. A young boy jumps up and down on his bed. One day he jumps very high, when he lands, he is...

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Children's Poems XI These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. To My Child, Unborn by Michael R. Burch for Jeremy How many were the nights, enchanted with despair and longing, when dreams recanted returned with a restless yearning, and the pale stars, burning, cried out at me to remember one night... long ere...

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Children's Poems II - Lullabies These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. Sappho's Lullaby by Michael R. Burch for Jeremy Hushed yet melodic, the hills and the valleys sleep unaware of the nightingale's call while the dew-laden lilies lie listening, glistening... this is their night, the first night of fall. Son, tonight, a woman...

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