Best Somnambulist Poems

Somnambulist walks
The streets; never wakes
Till someone stops him.
Take him home asleep;
It's much easier.

No memory
Of whom he is
Or wherever
Remains in mind.

Consciousness
Achieved on
His own, breeds

Success;
A clear

Mind.
...

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after the sky drops. 
The walking corpses come out 
the veil of night masks 
the decay 
the rot 
of humanity 
Plague of the earth. 

Found from the ashes 
My phoenix we bled 

Has she ever 
thought love between 
us, inside 
 her, filled up an...

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Somnambulist’s Awakening


the malamute ceiling flying in my hearing
buzzes my acrid thoughts with the climaxed annoyance 
when the shadowy light lifted in the nightmare

Einstein in Grayling jumps into nothingness
tasting his own fear
“Relativity, my dear Watson” he mumbles
he touches it touching me.

the Everest with obsidian face calls
“For...

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Walking through an unknown zone where no one is known day’s somnambulist...

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There’s her sweet, succulent
voice soothing your sorrows
in your ear. 
Like soliloquies, soft
sonatas surround your once
dark shadows.
What compares to the composition
of music? Of operatic opposition?
Of triads and miscommunication,
the minor scales know not what to say
when the evening slides away.
You’re asleep, though not dreaming.
I suppose you never...

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SOMNAMBULIST

She stood before me in the mist,
That beautiful somnambulist.
Eyes open, yet I doubt she saw me,
In the mist she stood before me.

She was dressed in night attire,
Designed to set men’s hearts afire
And I was suitably impressed.
In night attire she was dressed.

Her feet were bare, he...

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Behold the fate of one who chose the night
for writing poems. Poet fell asleep,
I mean, he thinks he's sleeping. He can cite
Baudelaire asleep or calculate the sheep
that graze on misty pastures of his mind,
call forth a lethargy, sleep of the dead,
oblivion. He vainly tries to...

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Last night I was a somnambulist.
I strolled about in a snowy white mist,
then took to swinging on a branch
that I found upon our 3-acre ranch.
I told my dad, it was very weird.
He said it was the strangest thing he'd heard.
I replied, "I'll snap out of...

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I peacefully live in the mind of my own
Moving carefully and calmly 
Behind my house lies a great unknown
I’m a regular there when I’m lonely
I tiptoe, closing the door at command
My inner voice tells me to go
I know the way, like a palm of my...

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