Best Asleep Poems
The desire grows,
the bond strengthens,
to let you hold me in your arms.
closer.
stronger.
oh, how I'd love to fall asleep in your arms,
for they are safe I know,
warm with comfort.
don't move a muscle,
breathing heavy,
wishing time would come to a hault just for us.
never to let a moment slip,
without full appreciation and affection,
of how lucky we are to have found one another,
when not really looking with our eyes,
but letting our hearts lead the way
in the direction they had secretly planned,
without us fully knowing.
half-asleep
Though half asleep,
my mind discrete,
Does observe a stranger,
a face close by,
as i do sleep,
beside me,
cheek by cheek,
face by face,
no danger.
Who is this lady sweet devine,
Someone from another time,
To be there in my dreaming time?
A princess of soothsayers.
We come and go,
I almost know,
The veil parts,
an there you flow,
A Subtle sweet ironic show,
angelic thought,
her face a-glow,
I’m surely yet to know,
coming is a friend of long ago,
to fill the void,
of I won’t show,
my subtle thought arranger…
Don Johnson
The death came
You were asleep
An offer you made
You couldn't resist
He asked you plainly
At point-blank
Your soul to carry
To oblivion's bank
Where Angels wait
With outstretched wings
Your soul to embrace
As heaven sings
Then with them to fly
To the place of bliss
Where the Lord awaits
To give you a kiss
You gladly accepted
Your body to leave
And soar to the heavens
Where souls don't grieve!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 January 2017
* This little poem is a tribute to a good friend of mine, a pure soul,
that passed away yesterday while asleep. In a few hours, the burial
will take place. There are a lot of things to be done till then and I have
to do them!
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Sleep come
And best that it is fast
Deep and dark with no windows
Facing east
Sleep come
For it is
better to be asleep.
It is better,
than to dream
Better to be asleep
In these days of rust
Than to fracture and fade
In the wilting sun
When I’m asleep, I’m not in pain
A respite from the constant rain
A place that seems so far away
From any darkened, dreary day
When I’m asleep, my dreams are free
I’m anything I want to be
I’m anywhere I used to know
There’s nothing that a dream can’t show
And everyone that I’ve held dear
That from this life, no longer here
Is with me still, their smiles to keep
Forever mine when I’m asleep
Yet sleep, though lovely in its course
With all it’s comfort to endorse
Cannot alone bring back the sun
While on this planet still we run
We must stay in a forward flow
While living still with time to grow
And loving what there is to love
And thanking what there is above
When I’m asleep, I hope I’ll find
Not only from the peace of mind
Of knowing what there was to know
But dreaming of where next I’ll go
Asleep in the Snow
I can't live the way I wanna
I just live the way I can
Though I can't say you're gonna
I just wish you'd understand
In this life there are winners
And losers all the same
But in this pool of sinners
I'm a fool who feeds the flame
If time could heal the broken
Maybe we could learn to grow
But dreams are just delusions
In a field of frozen snow
To rest amongst the snowflakes
To dream of warmth and spring
Numb to life and numb to strife
Just numb to everything
When you tremble and shake
it shakes my world apart.
When you cry, in my world,
it rains, it floods in here.
I'm lying here on the floor caressing your ghost
and before these memories loose there edge
I just wanted you to know that.
How long did I try to keep this all from falling apart?
I kept it all hidden while you carved your name in my heart.
Sleep is unnerving,
the dreams distorting your face.
Before the world changes I just wanted you to know that.
There's no place else I'd rather be, than inside here with you.
Please stay alive for me.
Don't close your eyes, don't fall asleep.
Don't fall asleep to dream tonight, You'll blur and fade.
These memories will close their doors and refuse to play for me.
Oh God how they played for me.
Now they fade away, please don't fade.
shh! the queen anne's lace is slumbering. there is no movement and her eyes are tightly shut. the wild strawberries are silent. there is a fox creeping over the dandelions. the wind has died down to nothing. it is a balmy night. there is wonder here in vast amounts. I feel joyous.
summer on a farm
dainty queen annes lace and fox
world is asleep
Sammy fell asleep in the girls’ room again.
They are four, six and seven so that’s on him.
My giggling husband and I casually tiptoed in
He had toys from his bottom up to his chin.
He does not seem to mind, said my husband Joe
He was right, this dog had been in worse places of woe.
I took a photo, for I knew that Sammy would not care or know.
Post it on social media? Or would that be low?
Asleep
Exhausted, restless
Dreaming, snorting, turning
Sunlight, alarm, shower, coffee
Stretching, yawning, changing
Irritable, confused
Awake
I think of her asleep at home;
Full of her warmth, I envy our bed.
Wherever all my musings roam
She follows in my head.
Feeling over tired
unable to keep awake
I go to my bedroom
My eyes burning
I am in deep slumber
When my head meets pillow
Now my eyes are closed
I have fallen asleep
Have had this beard since 1962
Without it would sure be unsightly
Have a severe case of sleep apnea
A face mask must fit tightly
To solve it, may have to shave it off
Or I'll lose my right to drive
The danger is falling asleep at the wheel
But my eyes are always open wide
We all get lumped together it seems
If the tests prove the danger is real
I'll lose my independence forever after
Since my teens, been behind the wheel
Feels like I've reached a whole new plateau
A plateau that was so far away
Next I'll be spoon fed by an elderly nurse
In a home... oh happy day!
© Jack Ellison 2015
The dawning day is like an open door
for voyagers adrift in living stream
to waken from the dream asleep no more.
When out of slumber’s seas we’re cast ashore
and consciousness resumes its heady beam,
the dawning day is like an open door.
With dialectic feet upon the floor
the thinker frames a philosophic scheme
in lieu of wakening asleep no more.
Stargazers, poets, let their fancies soar
into the realms beyond what things may seem,
for dawning day is like an open door.
Though myriads divinities implore,
within our being lies the path supreme
to reach awakenment asleep no more.
Deep wisdom handed down from ages yore
can teach us of enlightenment’s true gleam.
The dawning day is like an open door
to waken from the dream asleep no more.
~ Harley White
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Inspiration was derived from the following writing by Nichiren Daishonin…
“The ordinary people, who inhabit the nine realms of dharmas, are wholeheartedly immersed in the sleep of the unenlightenment of not wanting to know. They are drowned in the dream of living and dying, as well as having forgotten what the wakefulness of the enlightenment of the original state is all about. They cling at all costs to what is going on in the dream. And they stray from one darkness to the next.”
~ Nichiren Daishonin (1279)
From ~ “A Collation of the Layers of the Various Teachings of all the Buddhas of the Past, Present and Future as to Which Specific Doctrines are to be Discarded or Established” (So Kan Mon Sho) ~ translated by Martin Bradley
[See site at dharmagateway.org]
This writing has also been translated as ~ “The Teachings Affirmed by All Buddhas Throughout Time” (Sokanmon Sho)
“Common mortals of the nine worlds are asleep in the mind’s innate delusion. Lost in a dream of the sufferings of birth and death, they forget the reality of original enlightenment. Attached to the rights and wrongs within their dream, they move from darkness into greater darkness.”
~ Nichiren Daishonin (1279)
Her shadow crept into bedroom
and kissed me passionately