Best Fitful Sleep Poems

“ Affirmation without discipline is the beginning of delusion. Jim Rohn “

Relentlessly I pace around the room,
like a caged lion, dreaming of vast forests,
yearning for savannah grasslands,
vaguely remembered.

I fret for I feel inadequate,
still, I yearn despite the drudgery of life.
My thirst for you is insatiable,
always...

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Below within the dwelling deep,
while tumbling in fitful sleep;
the rumble-hum of furnace keep;
the mouse and Cat Lord Bo-peep.

Fluttering lids and labored breath
below within the dwelling deep,
furious dreams do waken sleep
attributes of childhood’s bequeath.

Horrors rise on temporal tides
a stew of insanity bides.
Below within the dwelling deep,
the...

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He opened his box on Christmas morn

That wondrous day when Christ was born,

But it was no gift... he softly wept,

It was his bed, for here he'd slept.

His belongings in two carrier bags

Cast off clothes, mainly rags,

Who in their homes could believe

That beneath a bridge on...

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April, you fetch flowers of spring to rise; 
Lacing in verdant green and fruit to reap. 
Gardens seed bloom, whist bees and butterflies 
Saunter by tippling passion nectar deep. 
Renew daytime length increase leaden skies 
Whist nighttime length decreasing; fitful sleep.



4/22/2020


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Tuesday was the day the ogre found my kitchen.
The dog sat in the hallway for an hour watching her
Empty my refrigerator, and two cupboards.
I had never heard my dog whine like this, I thought it odd

But I was tired, after a fitful sleep,
So I called...

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"...though nothing can bring back
the time of splendor in the grass
of glory in the flower..."
---Wm. Wordsworth

"...in sickness and in health/
'til death do us part..."

Your mortal flesh decays
while mental failings mount
and I, powerless, mourn
your losses, in silent grief --
no slowing of the ravages 
and time's neglect...

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WORDS. They are my silent friends. I love them. Really love them. Always have. Always will.

I slumber on at night in fitful sleep. Then they come for me, wondrous and insistent, and torture me relentlessly. They form in my head, hesitantly at first, then in...

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You called out of the deep blue sky
When twilight was running from the night
Woke me from a fitful sleep
On the verge of dreams
Could this be reality
All the times you wonder in to my mind
When real was fare from itly
When your voice could only be heard...

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I got a story 'bout a boy from the hood
Stayed out of trouble tried as hard as he could
Initiated when he was 12 years old  
They gave him a bandana and he did what he was told

Within a couple years
He held a gun inside...

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The “rinodemwiticus”

It stood proudly hungry
watching all the others sate themselves
promising them forever more.
It turned – I saw the other face
preening itself as it strode
through the debris of its
efforts to build a bigger nest.
I watched it struggle to sleep
wrestling with its duplicity,
doing battle with its multi-faceted
manic...

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Awoken from fitful sleep, too uncomfortable to resume

Stifling heat prevailing one morning in early June

Through dawn's weakly strained golden haze

Fresh air my lungs desperately craved

To reach the front door, I descended the stairs

With door ajar, cooler air, under a fanlight glaze

My attention was alerted to...

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Hunger holds the reins, stimulating or stifling,
driving the plant to bend to the sun and root deep,
herding the roe deer toward unsafe pasturing;
hunger holds the reins.

An emptiness of desire unfed, ends fitful sleep 
as moon-tossed men pull threads of sanity, hiding, 
from deep within a...

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Tender loving strokes through my hair
so reassuring
so comforting
like the voice that coos in my ear
so loving
so gentle
the whisper of a mother's comfort
so strong
so warm
gently soothing away the anxiety
her voice comforts and hides the tears
that gently roll down her cheeks
as she trys to sooth her own...

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black sky chill runs to the bone
as I shudder from the pain
fitful sleep in bed alone
a face without a name

a vision soft in morning's light
the memory soon forsaken
the one I want to hold so tight
is gone when I awaken....

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I open the door and in the darkness
I see you in the bed,
Like I have so many times before.
You look at me, your eyes sparkling with sensuality,
An inviting smile upon your lips.
Your arms are open wide and beckoning
For me to come find comfort in their...

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