Insomniac Poems - Poems about Insomniac

...THE STENCH OF INSOMNIA narcoleptic deities in charge of the world are tangled and detangled in the threads of time they are sardonic and bitter and out for revenge alien me......Read the rest...

...Easter Anointed Eternity Rises up above the paschal dawn Heaven’s wounded Prince returns to outshine glory As the sun blushes – witness to His splendor – Waters from His wounded side christen ......Read the rest...

...I looked straight into Sun's eyes and challenged her with great audacity to dry the lakes in my eyes. I'll let her stab my face again and again and again until I lose feeling. Her flame is je......Read the rest...

...Handpicked, like coffee seeds or strawberries, ten eggs I kept Like a tensed insomniac, for a long time I'd not slept I found a change in the bloom of the dermis as days passed There came out surp......Read the rest...

... There is an illusion of dishonesty in darkness, so we rejoice when spring sings saccharine serenades. I've always been a soul yearning for summer scents, but somewhere the seasons got lost in ......Read the rest...

...In a world bejeweled with tainted trinkets, and feigned flowers, we follow the wailing waves below whirling wind, like secluded silhouettes, stranded on the cusp of chaos, unable to f......Read the rest...

... An alchemical raven's gray rhapsody awakens those cynical roses who Breathe-in the ebony beams of blood-bathed sun, exhaling Cacophonies that ricochet across these truthful......Read the rest...

... I still reminisce when it was raining incessantly at 3:55 a.m. in the nascent ticks of time on a wistful wednesday. My skin felt the spark of crying hail and maybe, the snow-storms melted t......Read the rest...

...Poetry can be a critical liaison when words are fashioned, that do not please the beholder's eyes. I'm a poet without a pen, weaving woes on a digital canvas. Forgive my rhyme-less heart, I'......Read the rest...

...I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. I think I made you up inside my head. -Sylvia Plath I see no reason to rhyme, but an aching heart......Read the rest...

...Maybe I seek meaning in the press of sympathetic eyes Maybe within me resides a cancerous longing to shatter into a million tiny pieces Maybe I will finally matter once tragedy razes the last vesti......Read the rest...

... "Mother, You are my heartbeat and I'm your lifeline, we both are 'one', as an inseparable hue of purity, smeare......Read the rest...

...My mind is a puzzle of cryptic metaphors. whilst searching for my sanity, I've become my own worst enemy. In this cauldron of despair, time is like sand in my hand - an oxymoron poetic paradox......Read the rest...

...As the rain trickles down the cracks of my stained oak casket And it stains the fabric of my tattered shirt with the crimson paint they placed upon my lips The shifting of dirt can be heard in my......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...