Best Sleeping Poems

It seems you only appear whilst I am asleep,
teasing rapid eye movement to awake and weep.
You hide, so I wonder how beautiful you must be,
fulfil my desires and give me the chance to see.
I believe you have beauty, eyes have never seen,
which allures me to...

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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...

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Laughing amid the joyful morn as dashing through this sunlit meadow; sprites

Colouring in smiles whileas nature gazes and angels point, unto a clearing....

Rising columns aneath glittering light; etching castles beyound golden hues

White doves gliding through waterfalls with silver scrolls; painting fairy tales

Scenes parting their streams...

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Spring sneaks through our path in the wake of
hints still left from winter. Snow white pillows have been shoved
and scattered. Timeless treasures of floral engagement blooms,
earthy perfume plants still entering into our world.

Twill nightfall's and an ocean of abstract wildlife
settle for the night or feed...

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Asleep in reverie, enrapt in lucid dreams
Myriads of stars chase silver moonbeams
You render kisses on the lids of my eyes
I am being loved by you. In sleep, I sigh.

Drifting with you all through the night
Your arms around me,  we've taken flight
In amorous slumber, your...

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For many years I trudged along
   (but in my heart there was a song)
         through life’s hard game of give and take;
      my muse once sleeping is awake.

The rhymes inside...

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A birdsong floats upon the breeze
 And flutters softly through the trees
 What music once my words did make
 My muse once sleeping is awake!

 My words with wings that used to fly
 Have fallen from a somber sky
 A gust of wind is all...

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The blackened veins of parlor’s scent.
The roses blue and weeping spent.
               The dismal pen — a slogging snake.
My Muse Once Sleeping Is Awake.

A harbinger hung on the door —
This shrouded wreath...

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I remember the days when I'd fall
asleep before hitting the pillow.
Ah, the joy of a sound sleep.

I might not have been at my best
in the morning all things considered.
Day-old makeup very much past its prime.

My eyelashes were caked and looking scraggly,
my lipstick smeared across my...

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Last night while you were sleeping, I could not help myself. I had a silent story for you, I just had to tell. 

I drew pictures with my fingertips, of hearts and "I love you's". Covering your soft smooth skin, with invisible tattoos. 

I saw...

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Locked in her tower our heroine sleeps alone
This beautiful flower has been kidnapped from her throne
She stares at the moonlight then drifts off to sleep 
To dream of a brave knight scaling the castles keep.
Her flaxen hair frames her delicate ivory skin
Vivid dreams of her...

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This is my translation of Rabindranath Tagore's famous poem "Nidrita". Rabindranath Tagore (1861- 1941) was a Bengali poet, writer, music composer, and painter from Indian subcontinent. He reshaped Bengali literature and music, and Indian art as well. He was the first non-European to receive Nobel...

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You measure love in the
leagues across the sea,
and if it was more than twenty
nothing’d bring you back to me.
I could not bring myself to
that same principle of love
could it be measured in distance?
Can you measure the sky above?
For each night I sent my heart
across the...

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That child is like a washing machine
when tucked within her bed,
Arms and legs flail everywhere
No chance you’ll find a head.
I expect that's hiding somewhere down
where you’d expect to find the toes
Where a noggin normally rests
Well! No one really knows.
You lay her down to go to...

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Little bitty leaf wrapped and winged one
so tightly snuggled under autumn's warmth
of the Morning's sunny, Elm's branch wrung.

So neatly protected and out of passerby's site
your colorful wings tucked in by your side.
Not a sound do you make and not much room
from this ole tree do...

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