Best Sleep Poems
Below are the all-time best Sleep poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of sleep poems written by PoetrySoup members
sleep, anger, death, farewell, memory,
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
sleep, art, imagination, passion, seasons,
"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...
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
To Dreamland on Sunset's Lullaby
Lullaby, music, sleep, sunset,
To Dreamland on Sunset's Lullaby
Gracefully the young crescent moon
ascends the sky like a cosmic tune;
replacing the drowsy pale yellow sun
sinking on a golden glowing horizon.
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.
Sleeping With The Enemy
sleep, abuse, adventure, anger, betrayal,
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
A kiss Within The Stars
absence, sleep, 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
Spider Spun Silk
She returns my gaze when I'm too restless to sleep
a lustrous pearl mounted, deep set in a sapphire sky
I lie awake in...
The Hands of Time-Rondeau
destiny, sleep, time,
The Hands of Time
The hands of time stand eerie still
Where hearts chamber a cagey chill,
And whispers warn of shadows deep
With eyes that strain as shower’s...
An Evening Primrose In Your Sleep
fantasy, flower, sensual, sleep,
I wanna be
the mild fragrance
of an evening primrose
gentle and sweet
beneath your sheet
Cluster of petals
to wither softly
into your sleep
What is the colour
Lullaby in the Sunset
baby, night, sleep, sunset,
It’s time for the daytime to dance into night,
Its tangerine taffeta dress a delight,
Where is it going? Coloured so bright?
Sleep now my sunshine, you’ll dance...
feelings, introspection, sleep,
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,...
When counting sheep on sleepless nights
fail to make me sleep
I count the stars in vaulted heights
Chased By The Dawn
dream, night, sleep,
In the downy-soft hours, where dawn hovers near,
Night's uncovered dream, must disappear.
Once, delivered, then replaced,
Not One Word
dream, imagery, love, sleep,
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...
A Meadow's Sigh
sleep, animals, life, loss, nature,
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,...
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
Worlds Of Ice
dream, love, memory, sleep,
Winter's whimsical nature comes with
fickle freeze, cold pervading every fibre
How I remember you, red hot
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...
Sleepless Nights Upon the Bough
bird, music, sleep,
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...
on a cream-colored comforter
I care not
for a cacophony
near my ear
but vague vestiges
of vanilla whispers
in an ivory bowl
Mid Summer Standard Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
sleep, childhood, christmas, night, sister,
Nightgowns on at 9:01
Adrenal induced delerium
Santa’s journey has surly begun
To our beds, we were a scurrying
Closed eyes, at 9:05
But sleep would not come easy
sleep, how i feel, lost,
If eyes are mirrors of the soul
My soul is red and saggin'
I think my brain went on a stroll
And for sure my tails a draggin'
One good ear to the quiet pillow,
one bad ear to the unheard fright,
between, one step from the waking
or sleeping door to the end.
One for the...
moving on, peace, sleep,
Night rewrites day, transforms the blues
with ink-wash, urges me to forget
grapples, tasks, drudgery,
hard surfaces and hardened people as all things