Best Sleepwalking Poems
I long to fold my eyes and softly creep
beside the brook of fancy, as it flows
to tumble off my trundle bed and sleep
and dip the stardust with my drowsy toes
within the world of reverie and dreams
I cast my cares, like nets, upon the sea
so woven as the moon, within its beams
imagination's breadth, now comes to be
with all the dreamy pathways that I stroll
the routes are always varied, always new
and still, each destination brings its toll
as all my sojourns find their way ... to you
but I would ne'er deny my heart that ache ...
if only you'd come with me ... when I wake.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Most Comments Received Poem 2018" Poetry Contest, July Morning, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Sleepwalking" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Sponsor & Judge.
~ 5th Place ~ in the "Contest Number 470 Any Form Or None" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor & Judge.
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 made me
fall flat on my face, and yelled hard. At that point the dog appeared,
utterly annoyed by the rude awakening. And he bit the stool hard
in one of its legs. All the noise apparently woke my neigbour, who
angrily threw down a bucket of water. The water hit me, the bucket
hit the street with an enormous ruckus. I woke up startled, ran after
the dog, but tripped over my pajama pants water-soaked and heavy.
I hit my head against the stool, and, dizzy, stayed down there,
heavily bleeding. The neighbour called 911, a little later a deafening
noise filled the street, the ambulance hauled me inside and drove
off again. The stool misses one leg, The bucket has a number of
dents extra, the dog sits shivering in an alley. The neighbour went
back to sleep. My front door is still unlocked, because in a state of
sleepwalking one doesn't remember to lock the lot and subsequently
bringing one's keys.
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 sleepwalking to nowhere in the snow,
she had no shelter from the winter.
Fast the people walked past not seeing her,
help me, feeble the poor girl cried out;
help me please, I am so cold and hungry,
sleepwalking, she struggled on and on.
Once I had friends- but they are gone now,
once I had parents- but they betrayed me;
once I had a home- once I had a man to love,
oh, please pity me strangers walking by.
I had a life before- I had a baby boy,
yes, a baby- he is in Heaven above now;
Loud is the wind blowing her down and down,
as the people walk on and on.
And when she could not walk she lay down,
from the gathering snow she called out, help me;
so loud was the wind that her voice drifted.
so, she closed her eyes, and slept.
Worn out from sleepwalking and hopelessness,
down she sank into her bed of cold soft snow;
there did a walker find her in the morning,
God, had given her a home.
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July 25, 2018
Poetry/Verse/Sleepwalking, as the Snow Falls
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1045-906-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Sleepwalking
sponsor, John Lawless
Third Place
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 our dunes of sand
The memories are calling me
Wait for me
Saša Milivojev
Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska
www.sasamilivojev.com
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 true.
I wouldn't lie to you.
...(Yawn) Excuse me. I just woke up. Did I write this?
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 the cold winter night.
I warmed some milk, he lapped it hungrily...
then wrapped him in a shawl of blue and white.
Back down the hall, I went with him to bed
and must have fallen back to sleep a while.
Later, I woke and thought about my dream;
recalled it with a tear, half-hearted smile.
But oh, there was that shawl upon my bed,
milk saucer on the floor, back door ajar!
Was I sleepwalking? More than just a dream?
My Charlie cat, long gone...this was bizarre!
Why are his shawl and bowl within my sight?
He'd passed, September, many years ago.
I fully opened the back kitchen door...
and there I saw paw footprints in the snow.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Any July 2018 Poem
Sponsor: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
Judged: 08/09/2018
~2nd Place~
Contest: Sleepwalking
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 07/31/2018
Sleepwalking through the day
there’s a heavy price to pay
Tapping into feelings within her
opportunity gone-a-glimmer
Friendships never formed
lives never transformed
Delicacies swallowed whole
unseen flight of the oriole
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, as waves of power came
echoes then felled, mountains of saddest forlorn
replacing emptiness and sorrow with His name.
Sunset sent, were reddish gold rays of heart's content
along with blessings, greater joys in newfound peace
gone were dark, evil hours once so happily spent
replaced by the gift of imprisoned heart's release
As clear eyes saw, deep horrors once gladly embraced
new spirit danced into halls of Hope's reprieve
heart found sanctuary and old darkness replaced
by life, love and a new world that no longer grieved.
Midnight-moon, gave bright songs within radiant beams
delivering Light that spoke of love glowing hours
Nature spoke with splashes in crystal bubbling streams
and cool winds soft swaying its high reaching towers
Dreams arrive, repeating promise of life renewed
casting images that soothe, while offering truest grace
where once was blindness by evil so misconstrued
now in sleep's rest, was seen, her smiling peaceful face.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-28-2018
Rhyme, ( Truth And Divine Light That Giveth All )
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 last, I can rest upon my alluring bed where I long to be.
Pleasurably my heavy head allows itself to fall,
every muscle in my body relaxes and my eyes begin to flutter as I stare at the wall.
All are contently safe and sound fast asleep,
unfortunately, this blissful peace shall not keep.
A spine chilling creek sends a booming echo throughout the hall,
my eyes flicker open while my mind wakes itself up to protect my all.
The distasteful racket continues to speed up my heartbeat,
distressed I grab a flashlight refusing painful utter defeat.
The flashlight sends a ray of a saviour into the pitch black hallway,
my sleep deprived eyes focus on the bright figure in dismay.
The sweet little angel before me moves forward using unimaginable stealth,
still softly snoring and babbling sweet nothings to herself.
I stare in amazement as she manoeuvres about the house with ease,
with loving open arms reached out in case she falls to my displease.
With little direction, my little star is directed back to her bed
where she shall have the dearest dreams play out in her head.
For the rest of the night, I lay awake longing to hear her creek,
constantly tiptoeing into her room to get a reassuring peek.
The sun eventually rises along with a bright smiling face,
she asks me how she slept and I pull her in for a tight embrace.
July 26, 2018
Sleepwalking Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
5th Place
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 the crowd.
Distorted yet not beaten.
Just wanting to gaze upon the setting sun.
To slow it down and quit the run.
Have we been caught sleepwalking?
Through our life.
We have to keep trying,
To make things right.
Have we been caught sleepwalking?
We have to open up our eyes,
Before life passes by and leaves us all behind
Have our eyes grown misted,
From the truth.
Or are we swimming in confusion,
Creating our own mental abuse.
Just wanting to gaze upon the setting sun.
To slow it down and quit the run.
It’s time to fight through all the darkness,
Towards the light.
Time to stop being so idle,
It’s o.k. to join and fight for what is right.
So tired of sleepwalking day and night.
Just wanting to gaze upon the setting sun,
To slow it down and quit the run.
Have we been caught sleepwalking?
Through our life.
We have to keep trying,
To make things right.
Have we been caught sleepwalking?
We have to open up our eyes,
Before life passes by and leaves us all behind
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 heaven to reside
Losing upon waking's deflection
As memory's fragile reflection
Like mist, I slip in between
Losing upon waking's deflection
In my sleep, I walk, unseen.
7/19/2018
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 piece of cake
and pours himself a glass of milk
it happens every Sunday night
I’m beginning to be
just a little suspicious…
AP: 2nd place 2025
Submitted on June 12, 2020 for contest SLEEPLESS - OLD OR NEW sponsored by CAROLYN DEVONSHIRE - RANKED 3RD
and July 17, 2018 for contest SLEEPWALKING sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 3RD
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, 2018 - Sleepwalking Contest By John Hamilton
Fifth Place
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 so, so new.
...And when grasses breathe long
Just linger by my side,
Let time not wait...
For you are my one song;
Here, stardust abides
On wisps of soft jazz rides...
Come, love
Dusk bears new morns ; I’m yours, love
As glow of whispers light fireflies
Sweet talking , I’ll leave no more sighs
No, no goodbyes.
*inspired by musical versions of Johnny and Santo,
Ventures, and Jeff Beck
Sleepwalk Contest of Craig Cornish
by nette onclaud
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 in your fire -in trapped, raw edges
of your passion burning bright
slipping out- against eager, bare skin
peeled back along skeletal details
along the moon’s golden path
moving silently through the night
I quiver...
back arched upon cupids bow
pulled tight by your fingers of love
tracing moonbeams that dance upon my skin
stripped naked in your flame
begging you to quench my thirst
that eagerly lies waiting within
As I sleepwalk into your memory
Remembering the sweet touch of your skin