Best Sleepwalking Poems

I long to fold my eyes and softly creep

                    beside the brook of fancy, as it flows

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I was sleepwalking down the street, when I stumbled over a stool
standing there. "Watch your feet", the stool yelled, offended. "I am
sorry, but I am sleepwalking, so I can't watch my feet. In fact, I can't
watch anything, I am dreaming", I replied. The stool then...

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Cold was the winter night as the snow fell,
drifting and piling on the streets and paths;
where a wandering girl struggled to walk,
    weary and homeless, sleepwalking.

Oh, she was lost, a runaway of abuse,
cold was the night but colder was her fear;
she was...

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Saša Milivojev - SLEEPWALKING

Silent
The Skies are silent
The Moon awakes me
The Night gently embraces me
You are no longer on the shore
Where with salt ourselves we smeared
Dreamed and to the Sea we used to croon
Oh, my Beloved,
Unfold
For me the stairs of the Moon
Plush toys I shall scatter
Down...

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I stirred and heard him crying in my sleep
and felt a thrill at that familiar sound.
My body up and on my feet, I walked
and at the back door, he was gladly found.

I scooped him up and held him in my arms,
so cold he was from...

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What inspires me to write poetry
is inspired by much variety.
A beautiful landscape may inspire me
or maybe a certain period of history.
Sometimes I'm inspired when I innocently
eaves drop on others while they are talking,
but ironically my best poetry
has been written while I was sleepwalking.
It's spooky but...

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No Longer Sleepwalking Through Life

Sun rising, sent its ever enlightening rays
soft as a child's sweet kiss, sharp as a razor knife,
waking from decades of blinded and useless days
message of Light cried, "Stop your sleepwalking through life"
With newfound revelation, new spirit thus born
felt was earth shattering,...

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Finally, my little girl is sound asleep
after multiple bedtime stories, I plea that she will not make a peep.

Hugging her favourite teddy bear ever so close
the blissful sight is as precious and delicate as a blossoming rose.

The soft murmurs of her magical breath console me.
At...

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In a world where we can feel worn down,
Yet not be defeated.
We keep moving in so many directions,
To keep from being cheated.
Just wanting to gaze upon the setting sun.
To slow it down and quit the run.
Lost in the traffic,
My heart still beating,
Just another face in...

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In my sleep, I walk, unseen
With ghosts, through times before
Like mist, I slip in between
Moonlight and the phantom shore

With ghosts, through times before
I am sensed only inside
Moonlight and the phantom shore
Too brief a heaven to reside

I am sensed only inside
As memory's fragile reflection
Too brief a...

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he gets up late at night
puts his slippers on
and walks around
I’m never sure if he’s asleep
or just faking it

he goes directly to the fridge
with his eyes half closed 
and slightly mumbling
just creepy enough for me 
not to want to interfere

he always goes right for
that left-over...

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Dreaming,
When a peach smile hangs on moonbeam
How the roses become your christened lips,
While I hold my restrained gleam 
My sleepwalking queen.

Pearl dew, 
Let’s douse in slow-drags, made for two 
While curls of tossed hair perfumes air of bay
I feel the blue night of you
Blue night...

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Slow wave sleep stage in a state of

Low consciousness with

Eyes wide open, as if awake,

Even though make no mistake, if

Performing activites

With normal energies 

Appear with glazed expressions

Likewise make no suggestions.

Known causes unknown...

Inherited or environmental zone.

Nothing like alcoholic blackout...

Generally, eating or sexual workout


July 29, 2018

July 31,...

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I sleepwalk naked...
  straight into the memory of you
curved along a crescent moon
  dripping its magic of stars falling in the midnight sky
opening wide corridors of delight stretched along my skin…
  moist against your touch... 
releasing passionate desires into the night

I breathe...

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I’ve woken in the strangest places
If, by strange, one means faceless
Scantily dressed, if at all
A parking lot outside a mall
A park, a street
In unsocked feet
An autopilot’s nighttime journey
Assless gown upon a gurney
Uncertain of what brought me to
Embarrassed, shocked, without a clue...

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