Best Sleepy Poems
indigo has fallen
upon my lovely petunias
they are patiently waiting
because they do love the sun
quiet calm has fallen upon my heart
the gossamer winged angels
are patiently waiting to
astound me,surround me
guide me to dreamland
meanwhile the night and i
carry on like lovers
caught up in an endless dance
a fine romance till
sleep
do
us
part
The satin blanket of night
With it's silky silence
Wrapping whispers around
My head
Tucking in my dreams
Clicking out the light
Of reality
To reveal the depth of desire
The soon to be forgotten future
Cosy with the pervasive past
In the twisted landscape
Of perception
Where unicorns dance
Where unseen monsters lurk
A place where lost love blossoms
And fears manifest
Under the rainbow of dreamland
Real people escape
Until the monochrome blue
Bleeds back into the bedroom
The beautiful blanket
Of comfort becomes
The shadowy shroud of silence
For the midnight meandering heart
He'd practised all day with his Mummy
A tune for his Daddy's delight.
His soft little fingers were aching
From trying to get it just right.
He gave it his full concentration
Determined to master the tune
Expecting that his darling Daddy
Would be coming home very soon.
His Mummy had guided his fingers
He'd felt for each note one by one,
She'd sat by his side and encouraged
Her cheerful, adorable son.
Unable to offer a painting
He offered his own work of art,
For vision had never been granted
And music had lit up his heart.
But Daddy called late from the office
So sorry but he'd been delayed.
And one little boy gave up waiting;
The birthday tune never was played.
'Tell me a story 2' : sponsored by Brenda Chiri
picture 1 - The sleeping child
06/11/18
"A P.D. Sleepy Lullaby"
Star Light ... Star Bright ...
please send P.D. sweet sleep tonight
wish she may ... wish she might ...
close her eyes by candlelight.
Star Light ... Star Bright ...
cuddle P.D.'s head in pillow bright
wish she may ... wish she might ...
snuggle beneath blanket of white.
Star Light ... Star Bright ...
may P.D. enjoy a dream delight
wish she may ... wish she might ...
cast all her cares on wings of flight.
Star Light ... Star Bright ...
relax P.D.'s mind through each night
wish she may ... wish she might ...
soar above Heaven like a kite
Star Light ... Star Bright ...
caress P.D. till morning light
wish she may ... wish she might ...
see pleasant places to ease her plight.
Star Light ... Star Bright ...
calm P.D.'s stress keeping her uptight
wish she may ... wish she might ...
receive good vibes to set her right.
Star Light ... Star Bright ...
I'll say a prayer to hold her tight
wish she may ... wish she might ...
make a wish on a star which shines so bright.
good night P.D. good night.
*For P.D.'s Lullaby Contest.
*Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S.
Pull your blanket up my child
I know you are so very tired
Let momma tuck you in to dream
Of running free in meadows green
Icy winter storms swirl
within the clouded night,
wailing winds howl,
gales rage, and slushy sleet
freezes the ground.
Will the dawn turn red?
Chances you'll never know
as you're snuggled cosily
under thick downy quilts and covers,
dreaming the crystalline snows away.
You cuddle snugly up towards me
stealing my warmth away.
I feel such euphoric happiness,
your closeness a comfortable bliss.
Soon sleep claims our consciousness.
Do you dream pleasantly of me?
Or is your mind on something else?
Yet I will not relinquish easily
the intense fantasies of our love
that ages like a vintage wine,
the colours that enrich our existence,
the love that enhance our being,
the memories that make us what we are.
That is the picture in my mind:
I will never give it up.
"Gardens must now go to sleep until spring comes back around." Quote By Poet
Springtime is coming with the sleepy flowers awaking.
I feel your words upon me
As they race across the page.
A running sense of wonder
Even late upon this age.
The whisper flips of paper
As the pages burn and turn,
Setting me afire...
It seems I never learn.
The secrets whispered to me
As I pause and try to hear,
Are echo cries of memories
That are laden wet with tears.
The hardened cover closes
Shutting down the riot sight.
As I nod and ponder deeply
Slipping off into the night.
Not quite awake, I drifted back to dreaming
as sleep would not give up fulfilling magic;
soon lifting me into a sense of twirling-
among bright flowers dancing in a meadow.
I quickly woke to see small snowflakes falling.
this actual poem,
that I am write.
finally, an actual poem,
during the day, during the night.
I write this poem,
start to end.
a proper poem,
my mind starts the bend.
as my quill runs out of ink,
I'm so tired, starting to sleep.
my eyes start to drag, I constantly blink.
the final full stop and then I sleep.
(did I really rhyme sleep with sleep, I'm a genius poet.)
Wake up little “Sleepy head”
It’s time to rise and shine –
Get up out of that old bed
There are mountains yet to climb.
Put on your shoes and sweater
Take a walk amidst the trees –
Come listen to the sound of loons
Wafting in the breeze.
Wake up now little “Sleepy head”
The hour is drawing near –
For you to dance and find romance
And the path that you must steer.
In this carousel ride on which you fly
Throughout this life you’re living –
Come find yourself and all you’re worth
And learn the gift of giving.
Wear that pretty purple dress
That matches your dark eyes –
And don’t forget to stop and rest
When rainbows fill the sky.
Wake up now little “Sleepy head”
The flower garden’s near –
Waiting for you to plant some seeds
That will sprout anew next year.
While you look for love from high above
And in everyone you meet –
Today it’s time for you to find
Diamonds at your feet.
Wake up now little “Sleepy head”
It’s time to move along –
No more waiting, hesitating
To find where you belong.
In our heads the season was far from over
so we played a game in late September.
He said, "before the sun sets
can we not take a rest?"
"But we already are, this is baseball remember?"
The brook glideth shadowy and green,
White shimmering gown of soft petals;
Upon the cold bosom lay,
The lilies of the wooded valley.
No path doth go, no feet doth tread,
No breaketh the mossy silk of floor.
No wind shall howl its dreary moan,
But gentle it lingers over the haze.
And bloweth softly through the leaves,
Hung low in the sleepy woods.
©16/2/2012, Gautami Phookan, All rights reserved
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Sleepy time girl.She never gets her rest.
Sleepy time girl.She never does her best.
At anything!
Sleepy time girl.She's never on the ball.
Sleepy time girl.Her words! They're always
off the wall.
That little sleepy time girl.
Sleepy time girl.Sleepy time girl.
She's always late for school.
Sleepy time girl.
She never ever seems to care.
That little sleepy time girl..
Short-Song-Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
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the trees are yawning,
carelessly shedding their clothes
for sweet winter sleep
like spoiled children who know well
daddy will clean up their mess