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I only want to sleep by A., Jake
Past burned bed sleep by Flaherty, Christopher
rolled my sleep by glaciers, branded
Walking in my Sleep by Rodeheaver , Julie
Awake Out Of Sleep by Asuncion, Bernard F.
I wrote this because I couldn't sleep by Sodhi, Naman
Sleep, or lack thereof by Carroll, Ashley
Going to sleep by Knyr, Volodymyr
Go Back to Sleep by Robinson Jr., Freddie
Time to Sleep by Sivey, Emma

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Sleepless Night

Sleepless Night

***
Teardrops, bagged eyes, a way of sin
The mirror reveals a lost eternal soul
A conniving move against tonight's phantom glow
Voices circle around the insomniac moon
Like magic and beauty, "She's Gone With the Wind."

The idea of love, 
broken like yesterday's wishbone.
She is leaving today,
her arms, my shelter
her wings now immense.
Beauty --- she's gone forever! 
Never will she suffer-
Never will she return-
All I have are lost memories,
tracing what is left.
One final deep breath
tequila vice
to wash away the pain.....

At Last, Now I See!
Under the drunken stars 
I had an epiphany 
Stricken like a match
A sunken treasure 
At Last, I Knew
You did not belong in there,
you were there for the taking
Frail and sick, no longer sane.
Memories lost, no longer - her
My Mother! 

What has become of her since? 
You're a demon, who played us all
Made us cry, while she slowly withered away

The way you laid waste to her body
nipping both her legs
Fed her through a stubble

She rapidly forgot
our names'
our faces'
I hate you Alzheimer
I hate the way you took her the first time!
I hate you Death
I hate the way you claimed her final moment!
***

Sleepless nights and pillowed feathers,
Caress a precious moment around my tender skin
Pretending my mother tucked them in
Anything to help me get past my sleepless nights.


7-08-13


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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The Forest

"What happens in the forest stays in the forest"

The trees are trimmed, 
The leaves on the ground 
Proposing passion, sweet mist
Naked with nothing to bare or wear
Nature's breath lightens the atmosphere
She breathes in, he breathes out
The auditory sensation of rain 
   - drums down and deepens
The course is near its end, 
Deep in this forest night
A Gentleman among the trees, 
Hibernating new seeds 

"On the other side of the forest"
He guides a path, with ebony eyes
A convincing vent, I accept
The fear is broken, I sleep in glee
The whispers disappear 
Drying in peace by the secret bayou 
Broad leaves lay under raw landscape
Lulled by the chills he quills
A quarter past midnight 
Mr Romantic
   - prepares the new sheets of Winter. 

11-11-15
~*~


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2015



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Shine

Shine as a source of endless light
whose rainbows of colour deter the night
where daydreams are gentle as doves in flight
and sleep the sleep of angels

Shine like a shower of soft moonbeams
Inhabit the sea of a thousand dreams
where laughter and love are timeless themes
and sleep the sleep of angels

Shine like the sun in a golden sky
On warm, sultry evenings, a fragrance, a sigh
an echo of summer as life passes by
and sleep the sleep of angels


Copyright © Greta Robinson | Year Posted 2005

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Two Pairs of Shoes

Two pairs of shoes beside the bed.
Mine are tiny, his large instead.

His are steel toed, sandals are mine.
His dull and dark, but mine have shine.

Opposites yes, just like our shoes.
When I'm happy, he has the blues.

My secret to brighten his mood...
A large rare steak, his kind of food.

I like the soaps, he likes the news.
When I watch mine, he takes a snooze.

I can't stand to see people die...
Watching his news just makes me cry.

Even though, we might have a fight
Love keeps us together all night.

And each night when we go to sleep.
Two pairs of shoes, company keep!

© Connie Marcum Wong

Poem of the Day August 4, 2017




Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017

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Sleeping With The Enemy

SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY

See what you want to see
Don't Look at me!
You are staring you are watching;
Eat what you can't be

Come sleep by my side
The whole world is our playground
Don't make a sound
Stop clowning around

In the mist of the night,
You keep me from crying

I wipe off the taste of your lips
You kiss me starting at my inner hips
You broke me in a way..
I hate to say your love is better every day 
I deny you, the one thing I can't say

You are my pillow
Where I rest my legs,
Can you feel me~
This moment feels right
I just want to die here, 
Die here ~ 
Die here by your side

I sleep with my eyes wide open,
I sleep with the enemy by my side
Come here and hold me
After you watched my worlds collide
Come here and love me
I'm yours till the end of time
You can rock me!
Under the moon and its rhyme
I put it all to a side, how I hate you inside
I can't let go
I just want you to know
I'm a fool in love with you
Even if it doesn't show!

~SKAT~
12- 7- 10


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2011

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A kiss Within The Stars

So easy to remember ,So hard to forget
A kiss within the stars,through eyes of love once met.

Softly spoken voices still whisper in the wind
As gentle as a river-flow, as warm as a hot- spring.
The musky scent of his blue shirt still lingers on my skin
His taste, a ripe-plum malbec ,still tangy on my lips.

So easy to remember, So hard to forget
A kiss within the stars, through eyes of love once met.

The song of youth, the holding hands
The sad goodbye, the sweet regrets
Blissed moments found, blissed moments lost
Fresh flowers picked, all petals blown.

So easy to remember, so hard to forget
A kiss within the stars, where eyes of love once met.

As I feel tired to breathe anew, against the frost of Winter's view
Against the mourning sky , and a moonless sight
My dreams get filled with a blinking light
...And it shines bright into the night.

So easy to remember, so hard to forget
A kiss within the stars, where eyes of love once met.

My dreams now filled with thoughts of him
Of a drifting boat in journey, to the places we have been.
Of passion fields chasing my sleep ,Painting dusk with scarlet star-dust
a short-lived wish , and a million memories.

So easy to remember, so hard to forget
A kiss within the stars, through eyes of love once met.


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2017

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An Evening Primrose In Your Sleep

I wanna be the mild fragrance of an evening primrose gentle and sweet beneath your sheet Cluster of petals which bloom pink blossoms to wither softly into your sleep Tell me... What is the colour of your night ? Do you need me by your side? Let your window slightly open Call the wind to breeze me in Let your candle slowly burning Feel me swaying deep within Tell me... What is the colour of your night? Do you need me by your side? Don't be lonesome Don't feel blue I will always come to you Perfumed scent wafting your way till stars birth first dew of day And when the sun sets once again its last flame upon the stream I slip slowly 'neath your pillowcase Evening primrose in your dream


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014

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Old Wounds

Composed, my dreams embrace, then fade
with memories, quite undefined
returning nights, upon the shade
when clocks are wound, and sun reclines

When weariness is not enough
to lie alone, to sleep again,
the darkest ghosts, upon the cliffs
return as if I've begged them in

Appearing with unspoken words
to pull the quilt from tender bones
to race the heart, and pace the halls
and magnify what 's come and gone

For in the dark, a voice is clear
It calls to me, and I can hear
where loneliness has been my friend
and clearer than I could recall

I've pulled apart a scab disturbed
as if it were an angry wound
and somewhere in the distant world
a part of me has never healed

By light of day, you are gone 
I'm still alive, and still alone
hovering within the mist, 
with sunlight slipping down the trees

I'll brush my hair, and make the most
ignoring ghosts, all through my day
Tonight will come, and, still, I hope
to welcome sleep, becoming lost



____________________________________________________





Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014

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Sleepless nights

 When counting sheep on sleepless nights
   fail to make me sleep
 I count the stars  in vaulted heights
   that through my window peep
    Then  lullabies from up on high
  brings my soul to rest
     In dreams I fly across the sky
  in slumber's peaceful quest
                  ----



Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2013

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Chased By The Dawn

 
In the downy-soft hours, where dawn hovers near, Night's uncovered dream, must disappear. Once, delivered, then replaced, Never to be traced, Drifting on, Chased, By the dawn. Fantasies misplaced, Become silver clouds, erased. Lost in forever, quite far from here, In the downy-soft hours, where dawn hovers near
===================== 2//13/15 Inspired By Andrea's Contest: "An Invented Form"


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

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A Meadow's Sigh

The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.

Green and warm, full of life, the forest's skirt, the Maid's delight,
where rabbits dwell in lovers’ dells, a dream in morning light.

Gold and bright, full of life, the forest's skirt and Knight's delight;
life lies in grasses high, where lovers sleep and passion cries.

White and fair, full of life, the forest's skirt of pearly white;
burrowers sleep in bowers deep, hearths alight on chill nights.

The meadow's breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew;
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.

The men have made the meadow home, no rabbits now play there,
no deer appear so near the roads for cars bring them dispare.

The meadow was home to many things, butterflies, birds on wing,
yet, few can dwell where men reside, the forest's skirt swept aside.

The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.





Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011

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Not One Word


Silence
The sweet rhapsody of quietness
Sit back and savor
the music of the void,
where no dissonant voices are heard
It's so relaxing in this soundless realm;
break not the peace, speak not one word
Stay muted,
let all unspoken thoughts flow within
a serene state of mind, cascading down
into a calm stream of consciousness
No discordant utterances echoes through this vale of tranquility
The absence of strident, background noise
causes
          the ears
                      to fall
                               sound asleep
Not one disturbing word to be heard ...
There is only blessed silence
floating around you as you dream deep,
thinking of me,
in the heart of the night
This is as it should be


Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016

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In Darkness I Dwell

How long will this dreary night go on
Seems years since light of morn
Why does worry keep me awake
What is this burden I cannot shake

Heart beats fast within my breast
too quick to grant needed rest
No moon above to cast its light
This crepuscule gives birth to fright

I smell wax of candles burning
but something keeps me from turning
If this be a dream, let me wake
I've thirst and hunger to slake

My eyes are open, yet I cannot see
the willow outside; my weeping tree
"Fear not," I warn myself in voice aloud
the moon must be cloaked by a cloud

I call for Davinia, in angst and fear
but my wife is not sleeping near
I long to glimpse morning's sun
impatient for this night to be done

Only sleep could bring a measure of peace
and from shadowed night to have release
but I've been chained to the beast
who fights the dawn's rising in the East

Of going insane, I fast approach the brim
tortured by thoughts, dank and grim
Whispers I hear, but quite dim,
"What will become of Davinia without him"

Who speaks of me in grammar, past tense
Someone who's lost his mind and sense
The air 'round me grows warm and dense
Could that odor be flowered scents

A memory now haunts my sleep deprived brain
Of a brutal nature; of cold falling rain
an act of violence, like the angry sin of Cain
of a man's life taken; from a dagger slain

I lie in rest, but not upon my bed
this moment is one I most dread
In a sepulcher, on a pillow, rests my head
In eternal darkness to dwell, I lay dead

I accept defeat by the enemy of death
At peace,  I've take my last breath
Night is over, and in darkness deep
I rest in perpetual sleep




Originally written on November 23rd, 2015
Greg Barden's The Poet's Shadow Contest



Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2015

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Worlds Of Ice

Winter's whimsical nature comes with
     fickle freeze, cold pervading every fibre
How I remember you, red hot
     against the white snow
Smoking volcano
     against permafrost desolation
How your aura lingers in my brain
     fleeting perfume, breeze of ozone 
The sweet sweaty scent of long nights
     leathery lines grafted in my skin
The fragile steps we took, tension
     of our vulnerability in closeness
Sweet brokenness, tender hurt...
     Worlds of ice can not find my
Duvet of snowflakes, simulation of
     soft warm goose down
Mirroring remnants of our souls
     that sleep in dreamless reminiscence


***

May 17, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White


Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

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Lull-Lull-Lullabies

Lithesome fingers trailed along the ukulele’s frets as Lilah played her dulcet lullabies. Swaddled in a blanket, smiling, lay her little lad, looking up at her with large blue eyes. Lilah lilted, “Sleep, my son, for tranquil dreams await. Lull-lull-lullabies for you I sing.” As she crooned mellifluously lulling him to bliss, she watched small eyelids flutter-fluttering. Lightly, lightly, letting fingers roll along the strings, Lilah moved her delicate small hand. Eyes that lingered lovingly on the wee one saw him amble soundly into Slumber Land. May 29, 2017 for Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer's Contemporary Poetry Contest *I enjoy almost all types of poetry, but I suppose this represents more the Classical approach which I most often use (more lyrical and with some rhymes) though my focus is on alliteration here. I love the way L words sound!


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017

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Lazy Afternoon

Dozing on a cream-colored comforter I care not for a cacophony of color cloistered near my ear but vague vestiges of vanilla whispers melting in an ivory bowl 1st Place Mid Summer Standard Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand 7/19/17


Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017

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Sleepless Nights Upon the Bough

Roving a youthful shadowed ebony heaven
as the earth is still on blissful spring night flight.
I fly through and over the enclosing trees,
boughs', and the susurration fluttering leaves. 

I emerge to nesting Nightingales
and their cacophony melodious
of unfilled cries , calling me
to come to appease their needs.

Alighting and dripping down
for a short quick kiss to each one. 

          I woke to a vision of streaked ,wisps
          of timeless gray clouds before the morning.
          It's not a silent night, stars glitter and wink
          in the dark as they look down on me. 
          Minstrels outside my bedroom window;
          the birds were there somewhere
          between the treetops and the cloud bottoms.

     There will be no sleeping beauty upon these white linens,
     as a result of reverberating sounds of those crying cuties. 

7/2/2017






Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2017

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Kittens and Butterflies - Collaboration with Chris Green

The morning aches like bricks today And every step I take, my feet Feel entangled in wild weed I will not leave, I think I'll stay A weight as much a mountains thick Upon my shoulders burnt and bare Entombed inside, I do not share Alone I bend beneath the brick I reach the wooden chair outside And sit... and sigh... a kitten's meow She wants some food, I don't know how... She doesn't care, stares hungry-eyed I watch her chase a butterfly Her spirit reaches out to me When suddenly a smile I see Upon my face, I don’t know why I bring my coffee to the chair To watch her play so fancy free The mist lifts from my mind, a bee Hums summer songs in morning air It’s now I find my problems so Are few are farther in between Enlightened by this morning scene I feel I’m free to let it go *** Augustus 11, 2017 Copyright © Chris Green and Darren White


Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

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Night owl

 
 As the moon sang a lullaby
to a distant star
The creatures below to sleep did sink
Except for the owl,  who didn't sleep a wink

 " What time do you  have" asked the owl 
" It's a  quarter to nine"
Said the  tree with a scowl
" Thanks, I am going on  my hunting spree"  the owl replied
As he flew off into the night from  the old oak tree

  "Oh my,  I'm running late"  
exclaimed  the field mouse,
As he looked  at his watch
while hurrying  to  get to his house
It was then that the owl made his catch
as with his talons, the mouse he did snatch!
                           --- 
 



Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2012

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Goodnight Dear P D

Go to sleep dear P.D...you need your rest
Tomorrow will be busy...got to be at your best
Children and grandchild...you know they are wild
They'll wear you out...and thats putting it mild
Oh no the resturant...you better not forget
Cooking and serving...your body wet with sweat
A shower, a shower...and you can wind down
Asleep, asleep in your bed...Not making a sound
Send me to sleep contest Sponsor: P.D. Written by Carol ~Sunshine~ Brown 10/25/2012 2nd Place Winner


Copyright © Carol Sunshine Brown | Year Posted 2012

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Mad As A Hatter

Alice in Wonderland 
Was my favorite book as a kid
I used to pretend that I was Alice
Having tea with the Mad Hatter 
And the March Hare
But now I pretend that I am the Mad Hatter
For my mind is unhinging itself
Breaking away from reality
Till I can no longer recall
What is real and what is a dream
My emotions often get the best of me
But I have learned to smother them
But sometimes like a pot on the stove 
It boils over and out
And I can't contain it
My mind is and becomes a freight train 
Ramming itself against my skull
At 8, 11, at 1 in the morning 
It is constantly running 
And it never stops
I can't tell anyone about this
They'll think I'm insane
But what can I say
My mind is my own Wonderland 
And I am but just the Mad Hatter


Copyright © Diana Leger | Year Posted 2016

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Sleepless Nights - Limerick Insomnia Revisited

Sleepless Nights - Limerick Insomnia Revisited Limericks are so hard to write. Sometimes, keep me up half the night Spending way too much time Just trying to rhyme A word that’s just out of sight. Written By John Posey 07/02/13


Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2013

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Inside Job

Building castles in the air,
Gold and diamonds everywhere;
You were the brightest stars in your own skies

In empty space you built your dreams
Behind  computer screens
You rode in long expensive cars
 Drank in all the trendy bars
As all the while you lied and bet
Against the ones who'd hoped to get
Some small piece of our communal pie;
They bought your homes and with them bought the lie.

     It was all an inside job
     Pulled by a faceless mob
     Of bankers, lawyers and their ilk.
     It was all an inside job
     By a thoughtless, greedy mob
     Of men who rob the poor to sleep on silk.

Smoking candles, fallen flowers
Foreclosed homes and broken hours -
This is the aftermath of what you've done,
Games ill played and  ill begun.

And the rich keep getting richer
Though they've painted us the picture
Of what happenswhen you set the weasels free.
They've no concern for you or me
Or the discrepancies we see;
Should be enough for us that they should always be.
No one's punished ,no one pays,
And they remain, complacent in their ways.

     It was all an inside job
     Staged by the untouched mob
     Of bankers, lawyers and their ilk.
     It was all an inside job
     Perpetrated by the mob
     Of men who rob the poor to sleep on silk.

And now this evil season
Has descended without reason
And the sheep will stand and wait
To receive their unearned fate.

I hope you're proud, you sleep at night
While masses live by candlelight
May your riches find you lone and cold
When you at last are frail and old
And no one mourns your passing days
And none thought loyal will stay
To watch with you all through the coming gloom
That pushes you, now helpless, to your tomb.

Castle building in the air
Gold and diamonds everywhere;
The brightest stars will dim away
Replaced by others, other days.

     And so it goes, the inside job
     Brought off by the blacksuited mob
     The bankers, lawyers and their ilk.
     The framers of the inside job
     That heartless, faithless, grasping mob
     Will one day drown, beneath a sea of silk.


Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2011

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Atonement

A branch breaks dried by the sun
withers and dies thrown on the fire
burning remains sweet pearls silver sparkling

a terrible sadness enters the window
a willow weeps pitter patter knocking
sins came to visit last night
blowing against the wind
drooping heavy darkness
putting right the wrongs 
was more than one could bare

grey clouds rains burning
trails of hurt shadows of reality
a dream snatched away
by judgement
scratches on chamber walls

weeps the willow entwines in limbs
an inescapable embrace
in one's own heart
a sanctum darkened
by wrong's lament

mind's rumblings tells tales
clouded thoughts chase the wind
shadows shifting dark and light
reality pays a visit
in moon's grey glow
seeking soul's atonement
for what was done
a heavy price reaped
for burnt ashes and dusty remains

impossible sleep
rain's lullaby hush
pitter patters against the pane
a calming rage gives way
to sweet nightmares of relief



Written by: Liam McDaid & Kelly Deschler







Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015

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LAMP POSTS



Gently… 

lamp posts call me,

to sleep on rainfall’s quilt

as dewdrops, to misty stardust

calm breath.


..............

For Rick Parise: Old or New 8 line MAX
Re-entered  10/3/2016


Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015