Best Pillows Poems
Pillows in the sky
float in the breath of the wind
slowly moving, soft flying views
Time to rest in the clear space of mind
Pillows in the sky
waiting, shining, showing
all the special things to find
Clouds like these pillows, in the sky
are not the only reason
for rest and for dreams
It's all more than it seems
Heidi Sands
9/6/25
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Two cute little angels
Blue beautiful eyes
To heaven they soar
The stars glow
One heart beat
One heart can burst
Quiet sleep
Loss and pain
Soft kisses
Nothing is forgotten
Two hearts beats
Two hearts can burst
The joy was great
The loss tremendously
A mom and dad
Without happiness
One last minute
Their hearts beats
but ... have burst
26.08.2017
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I n v i s i b l e threads,
a mystical m i r a g e,
binding the silhouette of the sky
to the
skin of cinnamon sequels
in the deep blue chakra
that sees beyond
illusive clouds,
carrying rainbow roses
and thornless buds
quenched with jasmine rain.
Yet I remain engrossed
in the rising haze from cornea rivers,
facing the sun
amidst silenced stones,
counting unwept
diamonds that ebb and flow
through the pool of peace lilies,
and violet vapors,
veiled in violin breeze,
ricocheting like
the h e a t
of throbbing heartbeats…
Remember,
I taste the sundrops
you feel in solitude,
I’ve been listening to
your e y e s ~
stories spun from luminous lies,
pain streaming behind saffron smiles,
unrolling polaroids of angst
through the lens of life,
while the
gossamer gold of gloaming
mirrors the poem
between your sore sighs,
like dilating daisies
in the heart of the midnight iris…
And through your pupils,
I’ve found the reason
to rhyme~
bleeding pleas of love
with whimsical words,
dusted with periwinkle,
glazed with crystals,
amidst the gusts of grief
cloaking your conscience,
when wintry woes
suffocate your cashmere spirit.
But I still
am an origami enigma,
sleepwalking in silence,
aching to reach the chandelier cinders
flickering above~
pillows of patience…
This I write not to the
crestfallen Luna,
but to the galaxies
twirling as moon-tulips
above lashes dusted with liquid lilac,
as I am a misplaced metaphor,
etched with empathy,
kohl tears on petals,
pricking fragile fingers,
like thistles of time…
I feel beyond what I breathe
and I see hidden hues,
for in my eyes~
there is no need for poetic phrases
when soul is tied to
the strings of immortal blossoms
in your garden of pristine petunias
l a c e d with
unbreakable vows…
My head has known a thousand rests;
it has floated on feathered softness,
and silk curlicued with a silken tress;
been prickled by the grass of a meadow,
under a hung menagerie of clouds.
Into rumpled sheets of sand it has pressed,
and the sleepy valleys of maidens’ breasts.
On cold concrete pavement it has lain,
my senses by a drunken torpor slain.
It has been stood up by sleep,
on origami pillows made with coats,
the rugged terrains of sofa arms,
on bony cushions fashioned with my palms,
and gold threads needled into coats of arms.
My head has known a thousand rests,
but never the rapture of a dreamless nap,
till I laid it in the sweetness of your lap.
Pale to light purple
Wild blooms carpet natures floors
Lavender pillows
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-2.php
Remember when you cried
in the morning because you
'left a poem on your pillow'
at night... It was such a big
deal and you even agonized
over it for a quarter of an
hour or so before you threw
in the towel, realizing that
you would never get that
poem back in your head
again... though poems are
actually somewhat like buses
if you miss one, you'll catch
the next one... When you
come to that realization, you
sleep better at night and
wake up untroubled in the
morning, understanding that
what the world never reads
it never misses
soft colors
soft slippers
soft steps
soft bedsheets
soft pillows
sweet dreams
soft, the night streams...
~ sunlight’s satin beams
down feather pillows
I bask in the luxury
'til sharp quills stab me
Written on 7/12/2015
or peaceful vines
to turn a fork to tines
fluffy kisses guessing
without dressing
on occassion
pink ovation
to feast and dine
on a ripened vine!
Wear the mask
Graffiti tunnel
Windy inside
Worse above
Pretty defaced message
Spray paint tired
Isolated crowd
Echoed shroud
Subjugated love
Tread enraged
Rotting beneath
Porcelain crown
He was about 4 feet tall, and boy did he love shopping and playing games at the mall.
His plans for the future were oh so bright, and he thought all his dreams come true just may be A might!
He loved to play outside were the sun was nice and bright and the grass was so green, and there was only A tad he thought that sometimes his life was somewhat mean.
You see there was only one thing that bothered this kid with such A might, and that was sometimes his parents would fight. It was usually when he went to bed at night, that sometimes his heart would beat with fright, and he would hold the pillows to his ear so tight.
His heart felt oh so sad, for now he knew his parents were so mad. His parents he knew also loved each other, for he also had A brother. But if only he knew how to fix this , oh if only nothing would go a,miss! He would tell his little head, that when he grew up surely his children would not hear this in bed! Finally when everything was nice and quiet, he got out of his bed so soft, and kneeled and prayed to God that this please not happen as of oft!
Pillows only snuggle comfortably so long because unlike you they don't have warmth and a heartbeat,
or those soft melodic sounds which calm me down when ever you speak.
Without you here, hearing your voice these days is this once-in-a-while I-need-to-survive special treat,
without it when I need you most, means more salt stains my eyes will leak.
Some nights I feel I have reached my all time highest peak,
this cliff has drained me empty and I can barely sleep.
I stay awake and wonder if this too ever makes you weep.
For me, I feel myself growing sideways yet shrinking underneath.
Each hour that passes me, my ability to survive will grow weak,
Yet I'm still standing even though inside I'm completely beat.
The world is the ultimate predator and I am the prey: the meat.
It's devouring my soul and taken everything I safe keep,
So I wander and wander, lost: inside, outside and beneath.
PANTYHOSE AND PILLOWS
I RECALL A PILLOW CASE AND PUTTING PANTY-HOSE OVER MY HEAD
IF MEMORY SERVES ME CORRECTLY I THINK THEY WERE BRIGHT RED
I WAS STROLLING DOWN A SIDE STREET WITH A HOME TO PICK
BECAUSE A JUNKIE DOES THAT WHICH HE MUST WHENEVER HE BECOMES DOPE-SICK
SO I CONTINUE WALKING AND AMBLING DOWN THE STREET
TRYING IN EARNEST TO SEEM INDISCREET
JUST THEN MY EYES ESPIED A HOUSE WITH A WINDOW OPENED WIDE
AND THAT’S WHEN JESSE JAMES BECAME MY GUIDE
SO I GLIDE IN THE WINDOW WITH NARY A SOUND
WHILE PRAYING ALL THE WHILE NO ONE ELSE WAS AROUND
I NEEDED TWO THINGS WHICH WERE CALM AND SILENCE
BECAUSE THE LAST THING A DOPE-SICK JUNKIE NEEDS IS VIOLENCE
SO I BEGIN LOADING MY PILLOW CASE WITH THINGS I COULD HARDLY SEE
BUT ONE SHOULDN’T BE PICKY WHEN EVERYTHING’S FOR FREE
I WAS WILD AND THOUGHT MYSELF WILY WAY BACK WHEN
AND THAT’S WHY I’M WRITING THIS WHILE SERVING SEVEN TO TEN
© 2010.….Poefree
Visions come like never before
Stumbling through my head
Like that of a musical note
Floating on the pillows of dreams
Rivers of wishes float down the streams
Washing away the times tick of a tock
Embracing, laughing, dancing between
Swimming in these pillows of dreams
My childhoods gone
How has this came to be
Come and went with times spent
Chasing the pillows of dreams
PANTYHOSE AND PILLOWS
I RECALL A PILLOW CASE AND PUTTING PANTY-HOSE OVER MY HEAD
IF MEMORY SERVES ME CORRECTLY I THINK THEY WERE BRIGHT RED
I WAS STROLLING DOWN A SIDE STREET WITH A HOME TO PICK
BECAUSE A JUNKIE DOES THAT WHICH HE MUST WHENEVER HE BECOMES DOPE-SICK
SO I CONTINUE WALKING AND AMBLING DOWN THE STREET
TRYING IN EARNEST TO SEEM DISCREET
JUST THEN MY EYES ESPIED A HOUSE WITH A WINDOW OPENED WIDE
AND THAT’S WHEN JESSE JAMES BECAME MY GUIDE
SO I GLIDE IN THE WINDOW WITH NARY A SOUND
WHILE PRAYING ALL THE WHILE NO ONE ELSE WAS AROUND
I NEEDED TWO THINGS WHICH WERE CALM AND SILENCE
BECAUSE THE LAST THING A DOPE-SICK JUNKIE NEEDS IS VIOLENCE
SO I BEGIN LOADING MY PILLOW CASE WITH THINGS I COULD HARDLY SEE
BUT ONE SHOULDN’T BE PICKY WHEN EVERYTHING’S FOR FREE
I WAS WILD AND THOUGHT MYSELF WILY WAY BACK WHEN
AND THAT’S WHY I’M IN PRISON SERVING SEVEN TO TEN
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~