Best Sleeps Poems

An old man
A Grumpy bitter old man
Bitter face
Red nose
Wrinkled beady eyes
Scruffy clothes his best attire

Life has not been kind
So his bitter words bite those around
He lived alone, inside his madness
Leave me be and go to hell
His favorite expressions

The phone rang one night late
This is the...

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My mind has gone crazy without any sleep 
Running on empty with these hours I keep 
If I don't get to bed soon, I might explode 
But all that I am after is to crack your code
 
I've already gotten, the key to your heart...

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All in blue,the new baby sleeps.
Just born a few hours ago!
Oh,how his mother loves him so!

She snuggles him close to her.
God's perfection shines in him!

Mother feels that his oh,so tender
angelic skin.
His eyelashes, very long like a
doe!

She allows a tear to waltz down 
her face.

This is...

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We have taken all anxiety
into our dreams
cruel, unfathomable acts 
lodge into our fascia, as pain

Part of a raging beast, 
oozing out of control
helpless cells, imbued with a wisdom
overcome by cancerous greed.

 We chase frothy bubbles
lose concerns in selfish
pursuits-far be it from us to be
the conduit...

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My Baby softly sleeps and dreams of me
His parted lips entice to revelry 
He does not know I watch him as he sleeps
Nor that his wants and needs his angel keeps

I hear him breathe serenely, and I sigh
Oh how I wish to him I could...

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Rust sleeps without the churchyard
on the blunt perimeter rails,
on the bloom of iron stabbing up
into the pelt of rain.

Rust sleeps upon the fence posts
where the wire is nailed to wood
and the metal burns an ochre tint
beneath the sodium arc.

Rust sleeps atop the hinges
of the pub...

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Boxed Life

She sleeps with a nine
waits for his face
his distant return
too close
looming

A tragic slime
smooth stranger
smoother lover
pried into her life
obsessed
frantic
impossible to reject

she lives 
twisted
a boxed life
pulled by strings
too tight

An explosion is inevitable
the storm's coming
and she knows it
so she sleeps with a nine
and waits for his face...

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Every night

my soul climbs to a star

in seek for your eyes

in search for your lips

As I think of you secretly

between my subconscious

and a dream

Every night

my arms embrace your absence

with fervescent seduction

and infinite longing

But tomorrow

Tomorrow there'll be no other night

Tomorrow I leave behind

the tender of my...

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As moonlight sleeps
On the bank of a stream
Ever so peacefully
In the dead of twilight
Undisturbed
I gently tap my foot
In the still water, 
Creating 
Ripples that brings it 
Happily to life, dancing 
With reckless abandon
Rhythmically
Just for me



Date written: 09/23/2018...

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Santa snores
Chin bobbing
Teeth whistling

Elves laughing
At the sight
Rudolf snorts

Awakened
By the noise
In bad mood

Contest sponsored by Charles Messina
Charlieku 3-3-3 contest

Penned 16/12/2018...

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Sh!......



She slipped into silky, satin sheets.
Sassy, sexy, and seductive.
Scent of sandalwood, so sassy.
Sedona sleeps, in streams of silence.
Seductive, silver is her silent soul.
Serenity, in the sands of seconds!


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I watch as you sleep,
You are so unreal,
I cannot understand,
This thing that I feel.

I gaze out the window,
It is raining, My love,
And I am most certain,
You were sent from above.

I lie down beside you,
I can feel your breath,
Believe I will love you,
Even in death.

With my...

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I was a fool
To believe that you loved me
To fall for that cosmic joke
As if I didn't know the punch line
Now as I watch you sleep
Your face has changed
This moment gives birth
To doubt and despair
And I search your face
To find a glimpse
Of the source of...

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He sleeps soundly
 not a sigh, murmur or stir,
while restless in my dreams
 I toss and turn unheard
to find him in his comfort zone
 still and unawares
that I am here.

When morning comes
 he doesn't wake
as I rise to shower and dress
 making coffee, toast, and...

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He sleeps.
Sound,
Around,
Me.
Holding and molding.
Me
Into WE.

Shapes to shape,
Breaths to breath,
Singing sweet whispers
of dreams never dreamt.

He sleeps.
Beside.
Inside,
Me.
Soothing and moving.
Me
Breaking free.

Pain into pleasure,
Eyes without measure.
Revealing and stealing songs
sing the cure.

He sleeps.
New.
Few,
weeks loving me.
Protecting,
projecting 
promises he keeps.
To me.

Picked up your pieces,
filled in the creases,
Repairing a damage I'm
now glad was...

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