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Sleepless Night
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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!
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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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"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
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Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2015
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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 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
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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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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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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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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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
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Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2013
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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
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2//13/15
Inspired By Andrea's Contest: "An Invented Form"
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015
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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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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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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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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
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May 17, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
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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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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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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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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
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Augustus 11, 2017
Copyright © Chris Green and Darren White
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
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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!
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Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2012
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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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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
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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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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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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Gently…
lamp posts call me,
to sleep on rainfall’s quilt
as dewdrops, to misty stardust
calm breath.
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For Rick Parise: Old or New 8 line MAX
Re-entered 10/3/2016
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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