Best Insomniac Poems


Insomniac Attack

A Hindenburg-Esque explosion
Say goodbye to rationality 
While all the daily trespassers Scream!
"OH THE INSANITY!!!!"
I sleep with sinners
Weep with the saints 
I'm twice the fossil
Three times the oil
Slick as an unlit candlestick 
Hid the wick
Burn twice as bright
Burn twice as fast
If it's not to much to ask
Please don't touch
I plan to last
You spend your lives
Looking for a light
The brighter
The better
While you 
Were playing with fire 
The wolves 
Made the cellular decision 
To develop night vision
Some worms 
Who make their home 
In the ground 
Have it in their genome
To have eyes
Big surprise
They said no
We'll live off of pure sound
Ah the simple solutions 
You prefer a crutch
To evolution
Let me explain more
In the abyss 
Above the ocean floor
The fish use light 
To lure in the prey 
Others use it to confuse
The predator
So they can get away
Why do fish 
That live in the absence of light
Even have eyes
Plato was wrong
All things are swallowed 
In madness
Death is just the path
Given to the stubborn 
Given my level 
Of insanity 
I'll live forever 
I'm too crafty
Developed invisibility 
Nothing will catch me
Nor know when I come
Or where I go
Unless I need an alibi
Seriously though 
Why do those fish
Have eyes
© Nathan D.  Create an image from this poem.

The Insomniac Diary

Day one passes into ten and twelve and eight-
Teen years spent by the neon glow of
Alarm clock stifled, the heavy hand, a fist
Trying to wake the awakened
But the sleepless cut the tongue, the wires
The life support system down in a blaze
Do not try to wake me when I have not slept

Scribbled down a diary entry on the back of 
A calling card, a cigarette box, a prescription
Weighted down by a cup of thick black coffee
And the stale remnants of a Bloody Mary
The tick that follows tock which drives me to despair
Sat beside in thoughtlessness as I contemplate myself

The world and everything, nothing lies forgotten
Off the record, under the carpet, when you are an insomniac
You cannot sleep on anything and nothing lies dead
It just rebirths itself as you watch the minute tick
At the rate of a slothful hour, ticking and tocking
And checking the boxes, confirming, yes I have gone insane.

Premium Member Insomniac - CM

Deep in the night when troubles I’m facing,
Sleep doesn’t come. My mind won’t stop racing.
Lying there, eyes closed, restless I stay.
Trying for peace, for sweet dreams I pray.

Seeming half-crazy, I just hear that clock!
Dreaming would be great, but tick tock tick tock.
The sound never ends. Oh, why won’t it stop?
Around 3 A.M., a few pills I just pop!


Premium Member Insomniac

INSOMNIAC
Some nights 
My lady lies in heat
Sometimes she cries
sometimes she's indescreet.
Some nights
I stay awake all night
sometimes it's wrong
sometimes it's just not right.
Some nights
The dark under the bed
is all too real,
sometimes just in my head.
Some nights
The morning comes too soon
sometimes I sleep til half past ten
sometimes I sleep til noon.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
© Vee Bdosa  Create an image from this poem.

Chronic Insomniac

I gave it all up
every time
as long
as it was next week...

So surreal
the more I did
the more I laughed
out of context...

Escaping reality
so harder 
to cope
when it was re-imagined..

Then I imagined
all the bill collectors
as little
voodoo dolls..

They all
had needles
in their mouths
But, I don't care,

I'm holding 
the dagger..HaHaHaha!
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Premium Member Insomniac Writer

Insomniac writer, that’s what I am.
Pen and paper are natural,
bedtime accessories; 
at least, in my world.
The blues of my bedroom;
soft cushions for my tired eyes.

Scent of lavender, on my pillow;
tries to force, the prancing sheep; 
they never come.

Tossing…turning…mind-churning;
the chatter, in my head, won’t cease; 
my favorite New York rocker, 
beside the, overloaded bookshelf, beckons. 

Muse’s tantrum…
a violently beating drum…
possesses me.
Like some mindless drone,
hands stalk pen and paper.

Night-wandering, in my cocoon of blue;
I rock and write…my carpet,
soundproofing crying, pine floorboards.

The numerous paintings and 
photographs, on my bedroom walls,
inspire Muse and with “Wagner’s Valkyrie”, 
riding my ear-channels, 
she has her say.


Confessions of An Insomniac

In the wee small hours of the morning
When sleep will not oblige itself to come
One thought leads to another and yet another
And my brain will not surrender deliberation
Until morning

Emotions so fickle when the shadows of night 
Permeate my bedroom
Thoughts during the day that gave comfort 
Left for morose surrogates
Am I awake for a reason

Do I busy myself so during the day
That your only alternative is to bide your time
Until the house is quiet and I cannot escape
You have my full attention
Let the games begin

Insomniac!

Its 3 O'clock in the night-
Or morning should I say,
Oh gosh why my eyes & sleep fight?
Can't it just come and stay.
                                         I fear the darkness and its hollowness,
                                         Once I was a sleeping angel;
                                         Now getting driven into the shallowness-
                                         I think about the imminent danger,
Failing to understand,
What is it that bothers me?
I can't stand nor can I flee;
My pain I can no longer withstand,
                                                   Day by day I turn into a wreck,
                                                   Want to scream and yell my plight;
                                                   Alas but I find no one in sight,
                                                   My voice reverts and finally breaks.
Nobody has a clue;
Of what i go through-
Or maybe nobody knew;
And none is there to rescue! 
                                          Slowly i have learned to live with this;
                                           Falling daily into the deep abyss;
                                           I know something is deeply wrong;
                                           But don't know how far it will go and how long!

Premium Member Insomniac

The darkness is bright
Despite theres no light
Nothing in sight
Just my eyes desiring
To be sealed tight
In hopes that i might
Be able to sleep tonight
Though it doesnt seem like it
Im still relentlessly trying
Until the point my eyes go dry
Dry enough i cant cry
Just still lying
In bed with my head on the pillow
It never helps to be mellow
Only on nights im walking around
I'll get tired enough i can lay down
Laying in bed til i pass out on a cloud
Fast asleep im bound to dream without sound
Carefree happily
no longer restless
Soon ill be dreaming 
and no longer helpless

Insomniac Chef

1:30am eyes pop open 
head quite empty 
one thought circles 

what to cook? 
what to cook? 

'shut the hell up brain 
give me my space back 
it's 1 bloody 30 
I need the rest' 

the thought sores higher 

WHAT TO COOK? 
WHAT TO COOK? 

leaving no room for an answer 
no rest for the chef 

so I get up out of bed 
and bake bread

Premium Member Insomniac Eyes

The canvas of my mind
Is clouded by 
The foggy haze 
Of insomniac eyes
  My once rational
Thoughts becoming
More disjointed. 
 My tired soul aches while
Searching for peace, it’s been looking
For since the day it was born.
  The bags under my insomniac eyes
Are the constant reminder  
   Your work isn’t done. 
You still have to be a parent,a care giver, 
a housekeeper,a chef,lawn care guru,
wonder women with a 
super man smile and the catchphrase
”OF COARSE I CAN DO THAT” 
and the good old back up”I’VE GOT THIS” 
    The backs of my eyelids look  
so comfortable 
as I stare into the abyss of darkness 
I can never fully reach.

Insomniac

It's Two A.M
and all I can do is stare at the clock
envisioning the mechanism inside
the inner workings of time
tick tock tick tock
hearing nothing but my breathing and the clock
only reminding me I'm still awake
I toss and I turn 
but am drawn back to the clock
it's 2:05...
what feels like an eternity has passed
vast darkness envelopes my asylum
like drapping lace
I can see through various spaces
at least I think I can
my mind is running amuck
perhaps it's all my imagination
I see mysef hanging from the minute hand
expressing my need for incessant rest
with every passing minute
my thoughts become more ambiguous and elusive
my eyes burn with fatigue
my stomach nauseated from my apathy
I am so exhausted I begin to weep
not sobbing though for I don't have the strength
meek tears trail from the corners of my eyes
down my cheek
and onto my pillow
again reminding me that I am still awake
as my eyes grow heavier and heavier
and sleep seems inescapable
once more I am compelled to admire the clock
it has witnessed my night of torment
my twilight of suffering and anguish
yet never left my side
the time has passed 
and sleep now impossible
for it is time to rise
and weak and wearily live another day

Love Insomniac

Lying in bed 
Eyes open 
wide
I should be 
sleeping
But here I 
am thinking
Of thee

Every night 
all the time
I try to close 
my eyes 
Collapse my 
mind
Faint my 
heart
And rest my 
body
I fail, due to 
a thought of 
you

A thought 
to deep
To within
To intimate
To sweet 

My hands 
wanna 
touch u
Like how 
the stars are 
with the sky 
now
My body 
wants to 
feel before I 
sleep
I'm too weak
That I can't 
sleep
When 
emotions 
run in my 
blood

Insomniac Ceiling

Why deep in the night do thoughts mimic the sky
Dark unknown sights fraught with cynical eye
Things seem burdened and heavy shut not to pry
Mourning for morning who levy stars 'fore they die

A quiet that echoes sounds downcast and alone
The riot of bygones too long past to atone
Midst of tosses and throws not last of unknown
Searching for coops so far away to be flown

Complications of this restless insomniac
Hoping to wake when the light has come back
Where heavy weight frightly shakes thrown off track
Beware restless mind state might start to unpack

What if's go unanswered by oblivious ceiling
It's blankness a bit rancid and not so appealing
Hypothetical questions in mind wide awake reeling
One of these minutes may I find restful feeling

Thoughts of An Insomniac

There may be a pulse coursing through the air
And bringing it justice.
 
There might be pride
Under the perplexity
Of a beautiful endeavor.
 
I see a smile
And I smile back.
I hear a laugh
That has me laugh.
 
I am in love with this world
For it's acute visions,
Coincidences
And moments of valor. 

Somewhere, a child of light
Waits for darkness to settle
And destiny to unfold.

Meanwhile, I sit and listen
To the hum of the world 
Buzzing around me.

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