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 places I have never been.
Maybe you were sculpted by Michelangelo's hands,
DaVinci drew you a smile only he understands,
Rembrandt's hand trembled at the sight of your grandeur,
maybe you are the one, Raphael's angels adore.
Your image mirrors Cleopatra's unique class,
which fades at daylight, regrets begin to amass.
I do not know your name, Silent remains the tongue,
yet I fondly believe in my heart you belong.
Silent One
23 May 2018
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
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 to weave these dreams; echoing moonbeams
Giggling and there you are, chasing time which waves goodbye; blue skies
About the glass with loves hands turning pages, inside this clock; ageless....
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...."'Sleeping Beauty's,` Prince of Rhymes" ~
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 under the moonlight.
The early starlet sun rises with hints of scarlet blush
and the pop warmth of tangerine glowing gloss.
I crawled out of my warm sleeping bag and small tent
reborn from a good night's sleep; into a picturesque
cool, and crisp morning on the craters rim
to a view of the cobalt blue lake and hot spring.
12/26/2018
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 breath at my ear,
Voice barely a whisper, "I love you," I hear.
Comes the morrow, I awaken to the day
Lost is my dream, where I longed to stay
Tonight when the sky turns midnight blue
I'll be drifting in dreams, lost in loving you.
May 1st, 2016
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 were always there,
but never had a thought to share;
kept to myself for prudence sake;
my muse once sleeping is awake.
Then one day Debbie did suggest
these rhymes be shared with all the rest,
to have these thoughts is no mistake;
my muse once sleeping is awake.
Now ink flows freely from my pen,
and graces parchment now and then;
she’s always here with rhymes to make;
my muse once sleeping is awake.
July 15, 2019
Poem of the Day - July 17, 2019
I dreamt it in stone
whilst I softly slept
unhurried thoughts
as others wept
exist as one
that is the dream
but the dream is undone
kneeling and wretched
prostrate on the ground
serene and believing
salvation found
by the light of the moon
it's possible to see
the most favoured
most becoming
version of me
I've taken up space
fashioned as ornate
with no way to speak
as a protected state
but thoughts run rife
impossible to still
what bodies can't encapsulate
within the shape that they fill
my bones tell a story
my mind doesn't understand
I agreed wholeheartedly
as horizons are scanned
let me be enveloped by the sandman
lost in a faraway stare
just outside of time
perhaps my purpose lies there
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 cheek and pillow,
eyeshadow streaked clear across my forehead.
Thankfully one good shower made me whole again!
AP: 2nd place 2025
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 it'll take
My muse once sleeping is awake!
It left without a word to say
My skies once blue, have turned to gray
Then thunder roars, I feel the shake
My muse once sleeping is awake!!
I wander blindly through a mist
Trying to find the words I missed
Yet through the clouds a light will break
My muse once sleeping is awake!
7-10-19
Writing Challenge 1, July 2019 - Repeating Refrain Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
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 — a heartless core.
The piercing words, a pounding stake.
My Muse Once Sleeping Is Awake.
For if I’d only been dreaming . . .
Then why my lips senseless screaming?
The serpent raps, I feel its shake —
My Muse Once Sleeping Is Awake.
The faint of dread, when quill was dry,
I wondered if it’s breath would sigh.
No nightmares please! It’s my mistake!
My Muse Once Sleeping Is Awake.
7/10/2019
Writing Challenge 1, July 2019 - Repeating Refrain Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Title and refrain provided by sponsor
Checked by howmanysyllables.com
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 hero reveal her beauty within
Steadfast and strong and ready to fight to the death
To rescue this beauty he will forgo his last breath.
Her chivalrous knight enters the abductors domain
Soon she'll taste the sweetness of freedom again.
His shield raised high and broadsword drawn
With every step he takes, for her hope is reborn
Caught off guard with a blow he is swept of his feet
He fights blindly on until his quest is complete
To vanquish the captors is his goal and last wish
Sweep the princess off her feet with a tender kiss
He slashes the ropes that bind her to the bed
Making passionate love for hours now they are happily wed
19th May 2014
Written By Jan Allison & Darren Watson
~submitted to Dave Wood's Imagination Contest~
Awarded 1st place - am so delighted to have won this with Darren he
is my inspiration
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 you smile once or twice, it made me smile too. Right then and there I realized, I truly do love you.
All choked up I grabbed your hand, and pressed it to my heart. Then gazed right down upon you like, a masterpiece of art.
Your beauty overwhelmed me, I broke down into tears. Then whispered how much I love you, into your sleeping ears.
I smiled as goosebumps on your skin, started to appear. Then laid with you and held you close, I had to have you near.
I ran my fingers down your spine, and gently through your hair. The peaceful flicking candlelight, lit your skin so fare.
I softly pressed my ear against, your back to hear you breathe. Then hummed a tune inside my head, singing "I believe."
Though far away in dreamland, your heart is mine to keep. It's softly beating lullaby, helped sing me to sleep.
I hope that you will dream of me, I know I'll dream of you. I'll hold you right here in my arms, you are my dream come true.
For life's a tale of many things, and powers from above. But I know now without a doubt, the greatest one is love.
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 stars to you
an immeasurable distance
perhaps, but it is true.
I couldn’t deny your heart beat
beating next to mine,
but it came as a surprise
when you looked at me to decline.
The sirens were calling
they were singing you a song
you measured love in the distance
the sirens were closer all along.
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 sleep
The first move is the “wash”
Linen, gets all pushed around
erratically till its squashed.
Here’s the move I call the rinse
This one’s rather tame.
Motion, and then rotations start
But not quite yet insane.
Ye Gods!!
Here’s the start of the spin cycle.
As bed begins to rumble
Thrashes mirrored by crashes
Artistic gymnastic tumbles.
Blankets, pillows, clothes
All flying through the air
One stuffed toy arcs past the light
Whoa!
Had to duck a teddy bear!
Of course she always sleeps
Through all this absurdity
Each morning I lament the fact
that she was tucked in carelessly.
Tears fall; they cannot mask my pain
Grief embedded so deep in my heart.
My stillborn babe, in death he’ll remain
Our whole world has just fallen apart.
For nine months you were a part of me
Time passed by, I could feel you grow.
Your tiny fingers and toes I longed to see
But your death brings us nothing but woe.
My breaking heart aches, bitter tears I cry
For you, but I know god had another plan.
I’ll think of you always when I look to the sky
Sleep safe in the arms of Jesus, my little man.
Submitted to Any poem written in July Sponsored by Laura Loo
(fictional write for contest only)
07~26~16
Form used – rhyme.
A rhyming poem has the repetition of the same or similar sounds of two or more words, often at the end of the line