Best Unsleeping Poems

End Game


Daylight, collected by ancient violins
Breaks a cadaverous rhythm 
From dreams of a crashing heart
And all encumbered the features of its crag
Rages pitiful

It is a sigh, which leaves the unsleeping cushion
To bury knuckles in tired eyes
Daylight
With the auspices of its vendetta hanging cryptic
In riddled made...

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Midnight Email



Night burns both ends of the candle
Full bent upon those wilderness horses
Tearing in their stampede chains

As this scarlet sangria swallows its taste of regret
Heated on the words
Caught between my heart and throat
When the larynx wish for love
Do they cough their silence
With too many cigarettes

I...

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Large white flakes falling
Rooftop sounds muffled by snow
An unsleeping child...

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The blazing heat  e x h a u s t e d 
                               ...

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Saša Milivojev

WELTSCHMERZ ("WORLD PAIN") - THE PAIN OF THE WORLD



In this century withal
Rivers of blood still flow
Bombs echo
Children are being killed
Heads are being severed
Millions are starving
Diseases are devouring
And you are singing

The gallows are trembling
In the valley of the fallen
In the salty tears
With our putrescent sores
We...

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A night, again, in waking sleep,
Unuttered words that write the wall
From depths of darkness figures creep
Beneath the million fathom fall

Unspeakable the dreams that fright
The squinted eyes belie the wake
Beneath the sheets to flee the fight
And unformed lies the voices make

A promise, bargain, deal to death
Felled...

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The End of Time


The passing time in a stillness of passage
Blown soft with wanting
Furlongs in the corridors of sighs

Are dreams of mine
Left unsleeping
Repeating the hail of trumpeted cries

Another time
Touched by the paraded flowers
Of promises
To pick the blooms
My hands seem destined
And tender the bouquet of my...

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Great white flakes fallin’ - on rooftops all over town
An unsleeping child - makes not a sound
Outside her window – nothin’ but fallin’ snow
Her candle-lit face – is all a glow

But as night moves on – by design
All are warm  – tucked in for...

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My day is done, I’ve nowhere to run
I come to lay down at thy feet
Sing to me thy sweet song of love
Speak to me of the heavens above
Watch over me with thy unsleeping eye
Till my heart , my mind and soul are thine....

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eastside, west side, uptown and downtown
riding the iron rail on the underground
the A, the B and the C
the F, the E and the D
the1, the 2, the 3, 4 and the 5
the underground rail where New Yorkers thrive

the IND, the BMT and the IRT
the heart...

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As we began our ways with Alkaiya in my arms
I knew I was walking towards an awakening reality
And with the undesired reality to come undone
I started to wonder if there ever will be another tranquility?

The paths ahead only promises to be deadlier still
Is destiny to...

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Eons ago, near two flowing rivers in old China 
Lived an old, white clothed man ninety-nine years of age 

Who glared at two mountains he knew from his long-dead childhood 
Who glared at the giants he always had dreams of 

The first was a mist...

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If I examine the underside of life's leaf a little too long
crystal dust me with your gravity and pull me away
For scrutiny unravels even the tightest woven fibers
and reveals imperfections.
Sweep me beside you, place me a flower in your pocket
to be cocooned and perfumed in...

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Saša Milivojev - THE REJOICING SONG


Grateful to the skies
And the darkest nights,
To the moon and stars
That are my night’s lights.
Morning and the Mosques
That wake me unsleeping,
When hopes of new victories
Upon me are awakening.
Through these empyrean gardens
Where black gold is flowing,
No wicked thoughts are growing.
No sadness...

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Morning Snow
Written: by Miracle Man
December 13 2020

A heavy morning snow carpets the ground,
now, nature’s tranquility is the only sound.
It won’t be long before nature’s unsleeping,
and stuck inside, clock hands seem creeping.

Cardinals and Finches peck acorns now crushed,
morning tranquility their stirring has hushed.
Acorns lay exposed that...

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