Best Slumber Poems

Repulsive Slumber  

Down the basement, 
not a single color of envy,
flat-lines, are standing still all around.
The stillness is suffocating,
everything coming my way.
Different from,
the morals,
of my old organize ways.

"Still Round The Corner There May Wait, 
A New Road Or A Secret Gate."  ~~J.R.R. Tolkien~~

In...

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The amaryllis yawns in bed of white 
The fall of day paints shadows on the rose 
Each flower is a ward of solemn night 
Their gentle sleep upon which none impose 

Beyond the halls and down the drowsy stair 
Into the hallowed stillness of the...

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I'm a sinister shell, 
lost in bygone 
deepwaters of
gravity-less 
cerulean tears, 
that saturate 
molten sundrops, 
falling from 
zinc-plated skies, 
as heliophilic snow,
melts frosted 
memories in 
white-washed waves, 
and the moon-
kissed paint of
chamomile dusk 
seeps in
cataclysmic bruises of 
cloudburst refrains. 

Perhaps, phosphenes 
perfumed with 
blueth poppies,
splashing...

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In the smiting chill of a dreadful wintry night
When through every fiber n’ nerve, was the cold bite,
I was sitting cocooned beside my hearth,
Sipping a cup of steaming tea of my choicest blend.
Suddenly my attention was caught by something moving,
Through my window I saw a...

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Winter's Slumber Contest
Regina McIntosh

Winter's slumber has me in cozy places, warm and comforted
I am grateful for the wood fire that burns, many blankets I have
So many things to help me get through the bitter cold
The wind that howls through the woods and all the piles...

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Winter be but two weeks old and already they lament.
No passion seems as strong as their loudest prayer for spring.
Spring will come when it will and wake the grasses and willow.
Let Natures brief time of slumber last long enough to rest her.

The winter be time...

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In the midst of midnight twilight 
sleep meekly fades in the moonlight. 
Umber earth and men encumber, 
nature’s chatter, charmed in slumber.
Tranquil dreams of peace, no sorrow, 
thankful for light of tomorrow.
Epic heartbeats waves break away 
warm cinders soothe the moment stay.


 
Date: 11/7/2018...

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The uncluttered mind ...

Thus, are dreams the children of,

Nightmares, its bastards....

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Ah, sweet slumber of nip-laden dreams;
the milk of mother moon bestowed, 
a blessed drink and lactose-free
to this mine humble, feline throat.

Running freely through outer space,
I touch upon thy blessed universe.
My home of emerald and lapis lace,
is where in I lay in furred repose.

Chasing neon rainbows...

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A swirling gold wind
Speckles of dust
I thrust my neck in to feel this
I am bewildered, a smothered vine
floating into the ending
but I want to fight
Want to get up and break knuckles and limbs
to spread seeds
and say I mattered

This is the time we’ll remember and I...

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In a deep slumber
Dreaming of the unknown
Suddenly awakened
I  was startled
My cat beside me
She is fast asleep
She did not awake me
Something did awaken me
It felt like a shape
Laying beside me
I sat up quickly
Searching the bedroom
Looking under the bed
There was nothing seen 
Yet I felt something
I...

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winking moon
behind saffron clouds
playing hide-and-seek
with the stars
and me




21 February 2022

"A Brian Shortie Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Brian Strand
1st place...

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Flowers fade in the 
cool autumn breeze
As colors change the 
leaves on the trees
Life does begin it's 
long cold slumber
Dreaming of the long 
hot days of summer...

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Cold winds, the assassins of startled vegetation,
blow in with late autumn. Snow arrives 
to cover the terrain with blankets 
of white, pristine feathery snow; meanwhile,
some bodies of water turn into ice.
As the sun hangs low in vales of shadows,
December silently creeps in.

Skunks, raccoons, squirrels and...

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feel the quiet, pouring over my thoughts
the lingering dream, filling me up
with a sense of peace and silence, flowing
erasing the day with all its shadows
all the pains of the past melt away,
gentling the ache, the voice of twilight
stirring in my spirit – a melancholic drifting
telling...

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