Best Woken Poems

"You are welcomed to your room at night, everything is in the same familiar place. It's been long day. Climbing in to your comfy bed....

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The family had just moved into an old castle in Scotland; 
mother, father and their only daughter, Emmie, that they loved so deeply. 
Emmie was...

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Of the Gods own country
of this paradise
where green and blue
merge as one
in the north is a city
that encompass the beauty
where the dream lands meet
lined by...

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It came and passed, and not a word was spoken
     as trills sang sweet from the tongue of the sparrow.
 ...

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Long long ago in a lonely lovely hill
When earth was young, handsome and green
Besides the meadow near the curly winding flow
There stood a tree proudly...

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In the corner café across from the sea
he sits alone reading his book
Thinking of love while drinking his tea
and memories of chances he never took
Her...

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Have you ever woken up feeling like a kid 

With angels dropping cotton candy on your soul 

When knocks on doors reveal no steps in...

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"Burnt Aqua"



I can taste the sun
on my tongue
it spills down 
my throat
like burnt aqua
healing the beating frisson

I am ebony inside
shading in my shadow world
some somnolent...

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Appreciation:
A big thank you Silent One for your splendid narration of this poem.

THE GANGSTER

Through foreboding, whispering, wintery air
A woken Heron shrilly shrieks somewhere
Reflective iridescent gem...

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had I woken with that headache 
then I would have stayed in bed
but because I felt much better
I got up for work instead.

had I got...

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I the empty, I the sleeping ghost,
thorn and chalice, least imbued with most.

Here the desert, hear the tortured wind,
bright with sorrow, lost the spirits pinned.

Then...

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I'll never forget the date, the nineteenth of November
It's etched firmly in my mind, and I'll always remember
It was the day that I had my...

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This is my humble tribute to our dear Soup member Andrea Dietrich, using some of her poem titles. This is actually inspired by a contest...

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Aunt Ethel said to Uncle Fred,
Let’s attempt the starfish in bed,
Old Ethel insisted,
Till Fred’s back got twisted,
They best stick to sleeping instead!

Original poem by Jan...

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Always cold in the morning, this kitchen is warmed now
With a roaring fire and my wife working beside me making just desserts
We stand here two...

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