Best Counting Sheep Poems
When counting sheep on sleepless nights
fails to make me sleep
I count the stars in vaulted heights
that through my window peep
Then lullabies from up on high
bring my soul to rest
In dreams I fly across the sky
in slumber's peaceful quest
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It's one in the morning
And I can't get to sleep
So I've tried various things
Like counting some sheep,
But they just won't stay still
They keep 'milling around
Backwards and forwards
All over the ground.
To make matters worse
What on earth can I do
When this big randy ram
Keeps mounting a ewe.
There's no sense of shame
Not a sign of shock
As they're doing all this
I'm front of the flock
Who just keep on milling
And munching the grass
And tooing and froing
In a big woolly mass.
It's being watched by the cow
With the big crumply horn
Who seems to be enjoying
This display of soft ****.
And I sigh with despair
As this ruminant steed
Keeps ravishing more ewes
And spreading his seed
It's two in the morning
And I'm still wide-awake
Counting sheep is no good
For heavens blooming sake
And to my despair
As insomnia get worse
I ve switched on an iPad to write
This bit of dodgy verse.
And while I wasn't watching
Littkrb Bo Peep and Little Boy Blue
Have crept under the haycock
And they're at it too.
If only it was possible
To just quickly reach out
To fetch that randy pair
A good solid clout
And that bloody idiot who said
It would help me to sleep
If i closed my eyes and counted
Some Imaginary sheep
Oh fine little sheep
why must you bleat?
When your manger’s piled high
with strands of wheat.
Think you of the cock
hen pecked by his flock
who must awaken at dawn
to crow from the rocks.
Or the cattle that lo
in their pastures of snow
Could use your fleece coat
when the icy winds blow.
And the pigs in their sty
should borrow your cry
For their mud saddled backs
must itch as they dry.
But I know why you weep
oh wise little sheep
For you count off the days
‘til your wool they will reap.
Got up at 3:00 AM, sure had enough sleep
Coffee at 10:00, made me ready to dance and leap
Thought I might as well rise
Stead of giving it a try
Got up to ten thousand, counting all those damn sheep!
Sleep is such a precious thing
Now I lay my head,
Close my mind from worrying,
Count some sheep instead
I drift off into my dream...
Hubby starts to snore !
Not again!! Well, I can scheme,
Ewes and me at war !
Sheep stampeding out the door !
A panic stricken flock
I've pushed hubby to the floor
A frantic man in shock!
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For "I'm So Annoyed" Contest........sponsored by Mary Oliver Rotman
Like sheep being led to the slaughter,
I became one of the herds daughters,
just blending in with the sheep people,
I ended up becoming known as a sheeple,
Believing everything the elite told me,
I went walking blindly with my herd constantly,
not wanting to discern for myself the truth,
worried the herd would think I was uncouth,
Nevermore wanting to think outside the box,
my individual thinking locked up with locks,
my sheep tv does all the thinking for me,
not caring or realizing that I'm getting fleeced.
2-16-17
Ceiling fan atop my head
Keep me cool while in my bed
Cooling air while I sleep
And shearing all my counting sheep
Walking fine lines
With rough rhymes
Not running after
Mega bucks dollar signs
Talking to that lazy duck
Father time
Hit the snooze button
To my nine O'clock alarm chime
Sleepy realms still swirling in my head
Bikini dreams surfing on my water bed
Days like this make me grateful
To be alive and not dead
Starting to smell roasted coffee
Bacon and toasted bread
I'm greeted by a country breakfast spread
His whole flock was in the field as He watched from above
For in His heart they have been sealed by His great love
And there they would graze as a very big part of their day
The Shepherd in all their days until one up and went stray
In knowing the others were okay He looked for the one lost
Not able to hear what He'd say would come with certain cost
Predators would soon come and inside he had reason to worry
And the sheep being so dumb and everything looked so blurry
But he suddenly would hear the shout from the Shepherd
He heard His Voice so clear and he knew that exact Word
Shooting off he went running as fast as he possibly could
For that is what the Lord meant that each of us also should
You will know His Voice for His Spirit He has placed inside
It's your freewill and choice but the sheep ran to His side
The dumbest animal of them all as you see God's humor
Don't be the one to miss His Call in closing shut that door
I once had a sleeping problem so bad
I tried every drug my Dr had
so a friend says to me
away you must go and flee
count sheep
and fall asleep
so to the country I went
used my last of money I spent
found a farm
and I swear I did no harm
I counted the sheep
with no noise or even a peep
I counted the whites
then the blacks
this should take away my plight
and give me my sleeping nights back
then I counted the spotted
and even the dotted
but it did not work
for I feel that they plotted
I wrenched my shirt til it was all knotted
cried so hard til shepherd heard me
he gave chase
all the way to my place
where he knocked me out
and put me to sleep in a fast pace
We persist in running again.
Eyes widened by experience, open like wounds.
Heavy jaws of ruminated
Portions.
Hallucinations of wolves and foxes and mean people,
Ripped members and massacres could
Always and never happen. Our lives
Mean nothing while living in
Tastebuds of animals and those who profit
From our meat and coarse hair.
They fade in our mind, hitherto
We persist in running,
To fleetingly feel alive.
Maybe I need a Doctor;
Therapy session wasn't enough to get me proper.
Bring me the best singer;
All these lullaby can't heal my insomnia
Why leave?
Why have you done that to innocent me?
You didn't just left my heart with a hole,
You went away with my soul.
I feel like I'm overdosed on Hallucinogens,
Because every night I'm having bad dreams
What are these things?
What have you done to me?
I need piliton,
Maybe you used love portion
then you left, While you enjoy with your next
Your X is on bed Counting sheep to get rest.
There once was a man who found sleep
Through enumeration of sheep.
Not those in his head,
But roaming instead,
He’d census the sheep in his keep.
Breathing, counting, don’t ignore the basiC
cover up if you sleep commandO.
“Monster mosquitoes masticating” in your bayoU.
“Disquieting dreams” can be so meaN.
“Properly prostrate” on the mattress - don’t siT
and stare, nor stress, nor sweat like you’re a tsunamI.
One, two, three - begin with “dire determinatioN.”
You might imagine “wooly wonders” as you sinG.
Peaceful, quiet rest as you atone and blesS
each pastoral lamb in the shadow of death husH,
your breath, halitosis mixed with lemon and limE.
Forget everything and everyonE.
In no time, you’ll be fast asleeP.
9/29/2022
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.