Best Tossing And Turning Poems
In a tossing and turning night, to wake up I forgot
Never slipping from a series of perpetual dream
A strange situation over and again, escape I could not
In the fabric of this woolgather, I couldn’t tear the seam
A speech in front of hundreds, I yearned to scream
Standing in my underwear, my shaking voice was caught
Closing my eyes tightly, trying to change the theme
In a tossing and turning night, to wake up I forgot
Skating across the ice, I wind up to take my shot
I miss the net completely, letting down the team
I’m stuck in a roar of booing heckles, an onslaught
Never slipping from a series of perpetual dream
Shut these lids again, restarting in a shallow stream
Running with aching legs amidst a forest, I am shot
A hunter hovers over me, to finish his prey I deem
A strange situation over and again, escape I could not
With the bang I take off again, sprinting on the spot
There is no ground below, I plummet from a height extreme
Anticipating the collision, pinching to change the plot
In the fabric of this woolgather, I couldn’t tear the seam
Is it over? Am I out of this self-induced figment regime
In a jolt and thud, I reach the cloth of bed that I’ve sought
A sigh of exhaustion and relief, I’m all out of steam
Bedding and pillows askew in the chaos that I brought
In a tossing and turning night.
June 6th, 2022
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tossing and turning
the night seems endless and dark
light hides behind dreams
Brians Triplet contest
12/5/11
you was in my mind
could leave love behind
my head in bed
was bruning
over you am so blue
for you am yarning
am
TOSSING AND TURNING
Tossing and Turning
Yawning and yearning
and listening to the lullaby of lust
Pressing the pillow
on the mattress of melancholy
and tiptoeing to thoughts of temptation
Deciding to toss all inhibitions
and prohibitions
out of my bedroom window.
Turning a mature leaf
as I strongly believe
that two are better than one.
Tossing and Turning
Night does not come gently anymore—
it arrives heavy, like a question I refuse to answer.
I lie between breaths and truth,
caught in the quiet war of what is felt
and what is only received.
You love me—
not in fragments, not in hesitation,
but in full, unguarded offering,
like open hands that never learned to close.
And I…
I stand there, holding everything,
feeling the weight of gold I never asked for,
afraid to drop it,
afraid to keep it.
There is a kindness in you
that makes my silence feel like cruelty.
A gentleness that turns my uncertainty
into something almost unforgivable.
Because how do you wound
what has only ever healed you?
How do you turn away
from a heart that never turned from you?
So I stay—
not out of love,
but out of fear dressed like loyalty.
Not out of longing,
but out of the trembling thought
that leaving you might break something
that cannot be mended.
And so I toss—
between honesty and hesitation,
between truth and the comfort of pretending.
I turn—
away from the mirror of your devotion,
away from the echo of a feeling
that refuses to grow inside me.
You deserve a fire,
and I am only a flicker
trying not to go out.
You deserve certainty,
and I am a doorway
that never fully opens.
Still, you remain—
loving me in ways I cannot return,
waiting in spaces I cannot fill.
And I, restless in borrowed warmth,
keep rearranging my conscience
like sheets that will not settle.
Morning always comes,
but it brings no answers—
only the same quiet ache,
the same unspoken truth:
that love, when not returned,
becomes a place
where both hearts slowly lose their way.
NB: Written for a friend to a friend
I have a lot on my mind lately and no one to talk to
I have a ton of reasons why I’m tired of life but I was taught to keep your head up
I can only control what I can control
Everything else I’m learning to let it go
God works in mysterious ways and he always comes through for me
Every night I crawl in my bed
I allow my brain to go empty
No worries and no stress
I’ll just lay here in this bed until I have to get up again
All I ever want in life is to win and succeed at everything
Sometimes I allow things to eat me alive
A lot of times I hold so much in but when I hit that pillow
There’s only tossing and turning going on
Thankfully my brain is not on and I can breathe again
Sometimes to relief myself I need to think of nothing