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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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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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Moon Dust Nevermore

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                                             At different times
                                             in separate beds
                                             we sleep to forget
                                             Sunset is sunrise
                                             and nobody cares

                                             There it's sunny
                                             and here it rains
                                             who needs rainbows
                                             if no one cares?

                                             The Moon dust 
                                             will not fall 
                                             nevermore

                                             Nothing
                                             Nada

                                             Off!

                                             Out!

                                             That's that!
                                             Who cares?

                                             Just drowned coins
                                             a cracked glass
                                             feeble stars

                                             Where's the Moon dust?
                                             Where're the arrows?
                                             Where's the fairy?
                                             Where's our strong faith?

                                             A distance that drowns
                                             through forbidden dreams
                                             we wait for the Moon
                                             to sleep and forget
                                             and nobody cares!



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Copyright © Ruben O. | Year Posted 2012

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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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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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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



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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
                  ----
 Joseph May
7/3/13


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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Lullabies in twilight key

In sonnets on a moonlit night across the heavens oh so far Melodically in soothing sounds while wishing on a falling star Neath wispy clouds of charcoal mist, horizons painted sunset glow Wafting softly on a breeze gently in a tranquil flow Serenades on velvet skies, harmonically this weary eve Affection played of every wish, lullabies in twilight key So find these lyrics I now pen flowing from my heart so deep To comfort you in whispered words this evening as you fall asleep


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016

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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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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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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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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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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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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

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VERS LIBRE, A CONSTANZA


                                            Only those who will risk going too far 
                                            can possibly find out how far one can go. 
                                                                                         T. S. Eliot 

     ---------------------------
 




Come, pity words that sleep on walls
or beg before a form’s low fence
with dread instead of deference. 

Chained and well trained, they weakly crawl
on even lines where hard rules whip
and nip at just one tiny slip.    

Until we let verse freely fall
from sonnet, ode or kyrielle,
all deeper art we will repel. 

Though meter bids us to recall
by means of rhyme that reader's hold
like fairytales a child is told,

the heart is drawn to looser scrawls
like the bold script of Eliot*
in flourish I can not forget.


Come, pity words that sleep on walls,
chained and well trained, they weakly crawl
until we let verse freely fall.
Though meter bids us to recall,
the heart is drawn to looser scrawls.







*T.S. Eliot, free verse poet extraordinaire. 
**Click on the about this poem link if you can for a sample of Eliot's 'scrawl'


Copyright © Cyndi MacMillan | Year Posted 2012

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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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Voyeur Moon

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The voyeur moon has promised she

will hide her light tonight and keep

it dark outside if we'll agree

to let her watch us while we sleep

======================

09/27/2015


Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

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A Sleepless Night Triolet

From Shakespeare’s Hamlet: "To sleep, perchance to dream-ay, there's the rub.” Perchance to dream. . . Ah yes, but first to sleep! My little clock keeps ticking on and on. I‘m long past even trying to count sheep. Perchance to dream. . . Ah, yes, but first to sleep! A creeping dread now makes me want to weep. Dawn’s coming; birds are trilling as I yawn. Perchance to dream? Ah yes. . . But first to sleep! My little clock keeps ticking on and on.


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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When I Close My Eyes

Night Whispers in my ear, promising sweet

Dreams from another world. My eyes lidded

With wonder of images that aren't complete.



My consciousness blurs, I scrunch up my feet.

Dream realm returns, I enter it timid.

Night whispers in my ear, promising. Sweet



Melodies drift down a rain ridden street.

Colors explode to make the dull gilded.

I wonder of images that aren't complete.



I dream in color that's full of deceit,

My journey confused but benefited

Night. Whispers in my ear, promising sweet



Souls of good fortune. The spell obsolete,

Slips off my mind. The day then comes guilted,

I linger with images that aren't complete.



Startling gold sun begins to reach its peak,

But my mind is in bed, dreaming tinted.

Night whispers in my ear, promising sweet

Wonder of images that now are complete.


Copyright © Jordyn Linkenback | Year Posted 2014

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le chateau indesirable

le château indésirable
(The undesirable Chateau )

I have no body
I am asleep
My head lies in a an old wooden box
My eyes are closed
The world is too cruel
A single tear rolls down my face
I am sad and I can fathom no reason why
Do all the dead babies cry?
Not even born and yet my soul is old
I am just a head in an old wooden box
My body is gone, I know not where
My chateau is an old empty crate
One of the unwanted
Why do you stare?
This old wooden cage is my home sweet home
I lie here to ponder and contemplate
I sometimes stare to the skies
So
Unwanted


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014