Dreamless Poems - Poems about Dreamless

...Looking for words. Pink and blue billows on the poetic sky drip of eager words Alas, towards dawn, a westerly wind blew cleared the sky In the morning blank screen lit up when the sun shone. Bu......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...She sighs, ”Touch my eyes again that I might see the light of new worlds flickering in the reaches of my mind. Are you some magical creature who has come to ravage my soul? When your glowing digit......Read the rest...

...I welcome the grogginess. That dulling of my senses. Until the walls turn to hazy grey. My hand coming in and out of focus. Another two fingers of whiskey swirling in my glass. “Bottoms up” ......Read the rest...

...A shadow falls across the path he’s yet to walk; like the one that follows; torments, bedevils, then all the lightness swallows. A shadow falls across his thoughts each day he wakes; ebbed b......Read the rest...

...For the contest "This or That" set by Edward Ibeh These charming chimes of chaste memoirs of "us" tinkle, making me recall the moment your river of periwinkle passion permeated through......Read the rest...

...The chalk returns to dust Disappearing the dread of dreamless nights Just to turn into the contents of a cannon ball Where inner turmoil is shot into the blue Blurred electrical pulse......Read the rest...

...mind that thinks heart that feels senses five reflect thoughts vary emotions differ senses too can ebb yet we are alive in the waking state but what of dreamless sleep where are ......Read the rest...

...Outside my window the glimpse of a twinkling muse sprinkling little bits of imagination into my soul. I espy a little Reindeer prancing in the deep, deep woods. Slanting my eyes ......Read the rest...

...I was a learned meteorologist, studying azure atmosphere and vivid weather, To give a prophetic daily forecast, like bees gliding remote locales of heather. Often I had to issue advisories and wa......Read the rest...

...You have raided my night again, as the burst of a sudden storm, sneaking into my loneliness, at the most unexpected hour, plunging me into swirls of pain too deep for expression, leavin......Read the rest...

...Somewhere within the misty shroud of heaven A finger, traces angels, in the air Wondering if they are truly present Why they whisper dreams no one can hear Soft tingle of a touch, a gentle “pss......Read the rest...

...Lorca Translations I Gacela of the Dark Death by Federico Garcia Lorca loose translation by Michael R. Burch I want to sleep the dreamless sleep of apples far from the bustle of cemeteries. ......Read the rest...

...Where does our soul dwell when we are asleep, is something we know not, yet here we are at break of dawn, emerging from dreams deep, back to life, where we need to strive and spar, each day infli......Read the rest...

...Written: September 07, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ The bulbs hum with color in this off-white cube. I move slowly, to catch the glimpse that's......Read the rest...