Best Get Into Bed Poems
It's three in the morning
And I was awakened by
An extreme thirst. In the night
It's hard to tell just how thirsty
You really are. It's not so easy
To sneak downstairs to get a drink.
Tiptoeing past my parents bedroom I think
About how angry he'll be when he finds
Me awake in the dead of the night.
It's now somewhere around maybe 3:03,
I've made it to the stairs and suddenly, creeeaaak!
I freeze and listen for father's fleeting footsteps
But, he does not come. I take a deep breath
And walk down the stairs. Oh god the dogs.
I didn't think of the dogs. They leap up high like frogs
Off their Lilly pads and jump onto me.
"Get off." I mouth the words silently
And push the dogs off. I grab myself a tall drink
And chug the thing down, put my glass in the sink.
Coming back up the stairs, it's a quarter past.
I skip the creaky stair that made my heart blast
Almost burst straight out of my ribcage.
Damn. I wanted a drink but I don't think I'm brave
Enough to venture too far past my bedroom.
My bedroom? Here I am! I've made it! I'm safe!
I did not wake my father from his sleep.
I'm in. Shut the door, and now I can breathe.
It's 3:18 now and I lay down in bed.
But, of course I can't sleep. I'm awake in my head.
Poetry, oh yes. This was poetry! A ballad!
Get my computer and I'll type my story to validate
And express just how it felt to be thirsty at three.
Then, they'll understand how it feels with a small victory
I'm the protagonist, the knight, trying my best to find
The elixir, guarded by Cerberus. Sneaking from behind
The sleeping dragon's cave. I don't want to wake
Him and so, I'm quiet and agile. A true hero.
3:38. My poem is written. It's time to try
To get into bed and rest. So reader, until next time.
Goodnight.
Sitting in the rocking chair,
Watching the children grow,
Waiting for the day to come,
For my final rest.
I watch the world with ancient eyes,
A smile upon my face,
As it passes me by.
Sitting in the rocking chair,
My mind all aglow,
Melancholy mood,
As my children grow old.
Waiting here upon the porch,
Hat upon my head
My eyes twinkle with happiness,
My children’s children greet me now,
Hug me in my rocking chair,
The gentle hugs fill my brittle bones with warmth,
And I gaze upon them with joy,
Knowing this is the future,
While sitting in the rocking chair.
I gently rock back and forth,
My voice old and dry,
My son hands me some water,
And I speak again,
Telling them of when I was young,
Before this rocking chair.
With a sad smile upon my face,
I watch them leave my home,
Waving goodbye as they drive away,
Tears dripping from my eyes,
As I sit in this rocking chair.
Slowly I stand up,
From the rocking chair,
Hobble inside, steady and slow,
Get into bed and go to sleep,
And wake up in a bright place,
And see my rocking chair.
I sit down,
And smile at the gatekeeper,
And here I wait still,
I shall see my children soon.
She lays sprawled out on my bed, scantly clothed
What she does wear is very revealing
There’s not a part of her that can be loathed
I loved looking at her, surely seeing
What she does wear is very revealing
She lays in a provocative manner
I loved looking at her, surely seeing
My eyes are open, she then seems wilder
She lays in a provocative manner
With a large crooked grin, leading me on
My eyes are open, she then seems wilder
Passion is high, we will mate until dawn
With a large crooked grin, leading me on
She motions for me to get into bed
Passion is high, we will mate until dawn
There’s not a thing I’d rather do instead
She motions for me to get into bed
We hold each other close, being as one
There’s not a thing I’d rather do instead
She lovingly touches my forehead some
We hold each other close, being as one
There’s not a part of her that can be loathed
She lovingly touches my forehead some
She lays sprawled out on my bed, scantly clothed
Russell Sivey
I look in the mirror...the wrinkles I see,
I look really close...Is that really me?
My eyesight is fading...and so are my thoughts,
I once had clear vision...and now I see dots.
My grey hair I noticed...use to be red...
It even takes longer to get into bed.
I climb into bed with my long flannel gown,
thinking that if I were naked...I really would frown.
I move and my bones creek...I cough and I leak...
sometimes I get worried that I'll forget how to speak.
Yes...there's much to be said for these my dear golden years,
if only I could remember...well, I'll give it three cheers!
P.R. Deremer
since the vacations have begun
having breakfast at home they shun
pick their individual bikes
the ones we chose before the price hikes
accompany them to a nearby park
where a dog always greets with a bark
they open their tiffin's
packed with assorted foods and muffins
they perch themselves on a log
eat most of the stuff rest is fed to a dog
once the food is all over
sun has risen higher they look for a cover
reaching back our destination
to play other games is the fascination
one goes and brings a kettle and three cups on a tray
'am made to have a cup, no choice must obey
when I've finished the so called tea
handed down a bill, as I'm at a restaurant ,its not free
once over with that comes out the doctor set
they are running a hospital, services of all kinds you get
then out comes the kitchen set, I've no say
all kinds of food s are served but made in clay
after this they bring out their stuffed toys
who are then arranged in rows of girls and boys
then begins the teaching,although themselves know little
assuming some students as dull, they are hit with something sharp n brittle
as the time slips by sun goes down n its dim
they are eager to go for a swim
get back in time for supper
change clothes and wear slipper
watch some bit of t.v till sleepy
by now I'm tired and feel a rise in my b.p
waiting for them to get into bed
to which they unwillingly tread
Interesting how were told that whatever we spend the most time on is what we worship yet you never hear someone being accused of worshing charity?
Interesting how were constantly being told that black is beautiful and given beautiful peoms about being a black child yet the same people who tell us this wouldn't stop for a second to embrace their African hair and walk around without a weave on the streets?
Interesting how we are constantly being told that our circumstances don't define us yet every other day were being classified into different classes of wealth?
Interesting how no matter how connected to her soul that girl walking past my street is nobody will think she is beautiful because she is not light enough,yet we're constantly being told that beauty is soul deep!
Interesting how smart work and not hard work pays off yet we're constatantly being told that you don't have to be smart in this world in order to make it you just need to be passionate about what you do?
Interesting how the same people who tell us to love our neighbours wouldn't think twice about aborting a child that they don't want?
Interesting how were constantly being told that true love waits yet girls in every town are constantly being pressured to get into bed with boys they not even sure love them because they are afraid to loose them?
Interesting how were all so afraid of not belonging that you'd even rather be classified as an outcast then to be classified as a nobody even though you are destined for something greater then that?
Written on 24 September 2016
SOMEHOW, ONE SUMMER, SOMEONE SOMEWHERE IN SOME WAY SUMMED IT UP
Somehow they work it out and get into bed
Somehow they’d both rather make love instead
Instead of fussing about things that matter not in the long run
Somehow they work it out and the fighting is done
No one really understands how they do what they do
It may simply be the dove and his lifetime mate as they coo
Everyone marvels at the magnanimous virtue of each
Until, once again, they start firing and both run into the breach
He did this to her and she did that to him as they bickered back and forth
And they both knew with surety that one should go south, the other one north
Give them enough time to consider their options at hand
And the next thing they’ll do will be something no one will understand
Doves mate for life or so I’ve been told by word of mouth
And neither lover really wanted to head north or south
But divisions and diverse dreams un-fulfilled had caused a rift
Yet they both remember each other’s embrace and how making love was granted as
a gift
They decided to part as no longer partners would be the prudent plan
A winsome woman woefully in love with a wandering man
Two years later they met accidentally by the shore as their toes sifted through the
sand
Lo and behold today they’re once again together and that’s another thing no one
can understand
© 2011...Phreepoetry ~free cee!~
Sunset –
I pray for my friend, and get into bed
To dream for the night
Sunrise –
I pray for my foe, and get out of bed
To dream for the day
My foe turned friend, and friend turned foe
I need a prayer, to reverse my prayer
Before and after, I sink in bed!
Not another prayer
I pray teach me
I have been my friend
And my foe at once
Ismael ask his mother, as he climbed upon her knee
Please tell the story one more time, the one that’s about me
His mother smiled kindly, said let’s get into bed
and once he was all tucked in this is what she said..
You didn’t come from mommy’s tummy
But that doesn’t change a thing
You are my son for evermore
to me you’re everything
When you were just a little babe
the Lord called Daddy home
But don’t you think for a moment that we were left alone
He watches over us from heaven
as he sits beside the throne
He talks to God about you
and he’ll watch you till you’re grown
You were meant to be our son from the moment of conception
God gives children to their parents and you are no exception
You didn’t come from mommy’s tummy
But I was meant to be your mother
You are my son forevermore
I would never want another
03/30/2021
Written for Nursery Rhyme 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
If you get into bed with a pig,
Don't be surprised if your fingers end up smelling of bacon.
AS NATURE INTENDED
This is the tale of Edward Brown, a man respected in the town.
A model of sobriety, a pillar of society.
He lived alone and, in hot weather, he’d walk around in the altogether.
With neighbours few and far between, he wasn’t likely to be seen.
And, anyway, to make quite certain, each window had a nice net curtain.
Having had a shower one night, he decided that he wasn’t quite
Ready to get into bed, and so he went downstairs instead.
First he put the kettle on and then prepared a buttered scone.
He put some cocoa in his cup and stirred it as he filled it up.
Just then he heard the front door bell; the knocker loudly knocked as well.
It gave poor Edward quite a fright; who could it be this time of night?
Standing there, completely nude, which in an old man looks quite lewd,
He realised, with a worried frown, that between him and his dressing gown,
There was a well-lit hall to pass and the front door was entirely glass.
He used his two hands to conceal those bits a man should not reveal.
But, as his hands were rather small, they really didn’t hide much at all.
He took a deep breath, made a dash, but, sadly, also made a hash.
And, running through the flood-lit hall, he tripped and had a nasty fall.
Just then he glanced towards the door and was aghast at what he saw.
For, standing there, mouth open wide, a female constable was right outside.
Panicking, he turned and fled, revealing the rear view instead.
The PC (at the wrong address) was singularly unimpressed.
Her modesty was quite offended, so Mr Brown was apprehended.
My Lord, he intended no offence. And that’s the case for the defence.
10th October 2019
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the fantastic night is such a rush
cars moving along the highway
with their lights streaming forwards
I go to dinner and have Chinese food
I get into bed early and play solitaire
the weekend is finally here
and no work tomorrow
I can sleep in late
maybe do my laundry
think of the girl who sits next to me at the office
and try to not go crazy
with the idea that I'm in love with her
anyways it wouldn't be such a bad thing
to fall in love again
Loveable clowns. Doing tricks. Exciting grownups.
I am four. They terrify me. Their faces looks weird.
I hate their red lips.
Reminds me of blood.
More afraid of them than of any Dracula.
Look at them! They are funny! My aunt says.
She takes my hands away from my eyes.
You are missing them! She says. “I paid good money for this circus.”
I wish she had saved her money.
My heart beats fast.
My grandmother mistakenly thinks I liked the circus.
For my birthday she gets me a clown doll.
It makes me shudder.
Take it out of the box! My mother says.
The box reminds me of Grandpa’s funeral.
I am more terrified than I was before.
Put it in your room, my dad orders, and pretend you like it.
I give my grandma a hug and run it up there.
Shove it under the bed.
Have cake and ice cream.
Everyone sings happy birthday.
I am five!
I run upstairs, get my pajamas on and get into bed.
“Don’t forget your prayers!” My dad says before he shuts my door.
I get down on my knees.
Something grabs me and pulls me under the……..
We were teenagers when we moved in together
My boyfriend now my spouse
Young ,in love ,full of future
Excited about playing house
We would go to my mums for dinner
She lived quite a distance away
So I would always take my comfy flannelette nightie
So when home I could get into bed straight away!
He had said something wrong at dinner
So when we left I was really annoyed
Starting arguing with him in car
To that he just completely ignored!
His lack of response made me so frustrated
Then angrily out of the blue this came
“Don’t be so f…..n ignorant”
He glared, pulled over “Get out of the car he exclaimed”
I had never said the F word before until that night
It unexpectedly came out of nowhere
We were both as shocked as each other
Catching us both completely unaware!!
I defiantly marched off into the darkness
Handbag clutched in hand
As the Kombi sped off out of sight
Leaving me alone ….not what I had planned!!
Anger subsided ,reality stepped in
I was in a flannelette nightie on my own in the night
I ran and hid behind a behind a bus stop
Until minutes later the Kombi was back in sight!!
Sleep walker on the beach.
Its happened again on holiday at Clacton-on-Sea, with my family. Somehow I managed to sleepwalk from my bunkbed that I was sharing with my brother and find myself in a strangers bedroom, in the hotel.
I was walking along the beach with my kid brother looking for shells, when I saw a razor bill, I bent down to pick it up, and that's the last thing I remember.
I feel a hand on my shoulder shaking me, and a voice saying " wake-up wake-up". I'm looking into a face like my grans although its not her. She's wearing a bright pink dressing gown, has rollers in her hair, and a hair net. "who are you young lad ?" She smiles a toothless smile.
I rub my tired eyes and try to focus on her wrinkled face, "I'm Peter, I have been dreaming". I think to myself oh no, its happened again I have been sleepwalking, I see an old man asleep in the double bed, I must have tried to get into bed with them, joke!
I tell her my dream, she smiles gently and says" lets go and find your family".
Oh no my lot are going to rib me something awful over this.