Counting Sheep Poems - Poems about Counting Sheep

There once was a man who found sleep Through enumeration of sheep. Not those in his head, But roaming instead, He’d census the sheep in his keep. ...

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Last night, I had to shoo me away some sheep. Having to count 'em was keeping me from falling asleep. Tonight, I do battle with a big herd of cattle that somebody, I’m sure, has prayed the Lord to keep. ...

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It's one in the morning And I can't get to sleep So I've tried various things Like counting some sheep, But they just won't stay still They keep 'milling around Backwards and forwards All over the ground. To make matters worse What on earth can I do When this big randy ram Keeps mounting a ewe. There's no sense of shame Not a sign...

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Don’t you ever wonder and wander in your sleep? I dream of you and I just want to weep like a creep I’m stumbling in the deep until the hill’s too steep Can you hear my moans and groans, oh godly sheep? Counting sheep silently We be happy profoundly Amounting to this envy Of never being good enough frankly Counting sheep silently I’m a...

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Breathing, counting, don’t ignore the basiC cover up if you sleep commandO. “Monster mosquitoes masticating” in...

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During midnight hour thoughts run deep into my mind anxiety creeps world is quiet silence reigns Eluded by sleep yet again. Dark night does not comfort me Worries gather I did not foresee Fretful night there's no shuteye Toss and turn impatient sigh. Restless bed feeling dire Mired in misery very tired Decide to make tea and toast Really is beyond a joke. Back in bed longing...

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Maybe I need a Doctor; Therapy session wasn't enough to get me proper. Bring me the best singer; All these lullaby can't heal my insomnia Why leave? Why have you done that to innocent me? You didn't just left my heart with a hole, You went away with my soul. I feel like I'm overdosed on Hallucinogens, Because every night I'm having bad...

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We Had Been Counting Sheep For Washington were counting sheep; Record would creep and then be steep; Batting great, As of late, And series playoffs they would sweep. Sound familiar? Jim Horn...

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Counting Sheep So I Can Sleep I continuously am counting sheep; Praying that God will let me sleep; Wife ignoring; Started snoring; Woke me and said I better not keep. Jim Horn...

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Still Counting Sheep Mother please won't you not weep; Dad is in sky where God does keep; Who we do love; He is now above; We are still here counting sheep. Jim Horn...

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Like sheep being led to the slaughter, I became one of the herds daughters, just blending in with the sheep people, I ended up becoming known as a sheeple, Believing everything the elite told me, I went walking blindly with my herd constantly, not wanting to discern for myself the truth, worried the herd would think I was uncouth, Nevermore wanting to think...

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Got up at 3:00 AM, sure had enough sleep Coffee at 10:00, made me ready to dance and leap Thought I might as well rise Stead of giving it a try Got up to ten thousand, counting all those damn sheep!...

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His whole flock was in the field as He watched from above For in His heart they have been sealed by His great love And there they would graze as a very big part of their day The Shepherd in all their days until one up and went stray In knowing the others were okay He looked for the...

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Walking fine lines With rough rhymes Not running after Mega bucks dollar signs Talking to that lazy duck Father time Hit the snooze button To my nine O'clock alarm chime Sleepy realms still swirling in my head Bikini dreams surfing on my water bed Days like this make me grateful To be alive and not dead Starting to smell roasted coffee Bacon and toasted bread I'm greeted by a...

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We persist in running again. Eyes widened by experience, open like wounds. Heavy jaws of ruminated Portions. Hallucinations of wolves and foxes and mean people, Ripped members and massacres could Always and never happen. Our lives Mean nothing while living in Tastebuds of animals and those who profit From our meat and coarse hair. They fade in our mind, hitherto We persist in running, To fleetingly feel...

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