Sedates Poems | Examples

Bed257

I am a lone foreigner alocated 
in an exotic landscape with 
nothing but the foaming blue tides of duvet 
that I rythmically sway with like 
the sweet branches of spring. 
I stand, bend, sit on the salty 
lips of that ocean. 

however the shallow has never 
been my comfort zone so 
I fling myself into the belly of my bed 
and find my head in the jaws of a soft
pillow chewing my skull at snail pace. 
slowly, a heavy weight of 
sleep drowns my lifeless limbs 
and sedates my consciousness with a lullaby. 
"you're free! 
free from labour, free from you, free from everything besides me", sings Lady Lazy. 

suddenly
dawn breaks with orange permeable heat, 
she is Bed 257. 
she is not a root, she is a seed. 
keeping me from work,
I pull myself out of 
the vast roaring sheets and tidal duvet, 
I'm gratefully unappreciative 
and so the cycle continues.

Smiles Of Corruption

In darkness deep where whispers creep
A tale unfolds of secrets steep
Joe Biden and son smiling while fortunes rise
Beneath the weight of tainted lies
With every gain, a price is paid
As honor falters, trust will fade
Power pulled from public trust
For wealth amassed, in grime they lust
Yet in the light, a reckoning waits
As justice stirs and fate sedates

© daniel miltz

Stormy Seas

Serene sunset, star studded sky, seamen setting sail,
    Sixteen salty sailors, surveying southern seas,
    Singing somewhat spicily, saucy sea shanties.
    Sea sirens serenading, seductively sedates,
    Sailors sleeping senselessly, soon sacrifice shipmates.
    Shipwrecked sailors swimming, seeking sandy shores.
    Spiral sea shells strident sounds, staccato semaphores.
    Steering south, steel steamships, start searching stormy seas,
    Searchlights, sirens, struggling, serendipity succeeds.
    Soul - searching self survivors, salute salvation's sanctuary.    
    10 / 11 / 2024.

Second thought heart

Maybe I need solitude 
Romance requires work to do
Am I up to loving true
Is it enough to love you

Perhaps my muse is my mate
The onyx one who got away
And fills my sun with anticipate
Melted moon runs as night time sedates

Is the quest much more to digest
Than delivery of hearts sole quest 
He in the east and I am in the west
Time will tell despite my jest

Halcyon

"Halcyon moments are privileges for the destitute.", by the poet

The nectarous voices are whispering bye,
as seasons substitute one for the other,
remodeling landscapes harmoniously,
          ~~subtle surrenders,

A balmy brush of sand granules shifts a beach,
while warm bodies lie are gloriously blessed,
ere a quarterly sunset soothingly sound,
          ~~humid loses fair,

Pastoral renders reconciliation,
as a glamorous nature fluctuates gleam,
anon vividness slowly acquiesces,
          ~~restful greenroom folds,

Milk-warm coolly sedates creaminess cascades,
cushioning mellow fields of snowy delights,
entreating eyes amidst shimmering pleasures
          ~~picturesque shuffles.

Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep

Distort of sounds strum his bow —sawed heart rhythms,
mischievous fool impels my mind's rapt boredom.
The devil's finger warns and pivots, sedates,
adrift among alleged stolen dreamscapes.
The jester sleeps all day, perplexed I awake.

Futile

Spider webs woven into that guitar,
soft music will echo and hang around;
The audience an unsuspecting fly 
tries to wiggle held tight by a grimoire;
Souls become lost and can never be found;
It will not fail over time they comply,
something in the air sedates what is shrill;
Quiet now it’s not so bad being bound; 
Your submission you can now justify 
any other move has become futile 
                   to try.

A Home With Us

Tiny petals,
Crystalline anthers,
Trombone-like style,
Its fragrance permeates the space,
Its purple hue glows in the sunlight, 
Its freshness sedates the mind, 
It sleeps in the cold, 
Wakes with renewed vigour in the spring,
My mother’s favourite,
They communed in the morning hour,
They stood by her bedside in her final days.





June 10, 2022.

Conflict and War

Sitting and watching the sun take a sink,
Haloed by a golden yellow light,
The breeze blowing gently, 
I'm in my best of times,
I’m in my elements,
Calmness streams through my members,
The best silence 
that sedates my ruffled mind,
A happy lonesome and tranquil time,
My moments before the chaos and havoc,
My diversion before the war and missiles attack,
I seek a home in a new homeland.



April 5, 2022.

Endless Wake

March you wooden miniatures, 
Sullen and stoic all. 
Bend the band with iron hand, 
Heed your master’s call.
Lambs and cattle, herds no matter, 
Flocks and docks and drops of rain.
With massive moods and thundering hooves, 
And castle walls of pain.
Gates withstand this hour of sand, 
And moods of life sublime. 
For cobbled stony roads of pride, 
The cost is but your time.
Wars and whores and bedtime snores 
Surround us in profusion.
Sleep sedates as love awaits 
Beyond all life’s confusion.
So march you wooden miniatures 
Like candles lit on cake.
Many of number waiting in slumber 
To dance your endless wake.

Healing Balm

gently placate
love sedates angst
gyrates with joy

03-December-2020

Shine Sedates

the shine sedates
any touch against you

abrupt how you reject
and confuses me

when I run it over
it's harsh to you

with viable consent
and smoothly to me

I make it quick
bad impression for you

so you don't ache
nothing but good for me

Mountain Fountain

Up the mountain
The forest hides a fountain
Escape the summer madness, 
In cool shade

Ice cold water
Glides through my fingers
Senses awake
A gushing melody Under Ottoman shapes

There's light on the surface
Even oppressors
Leave relics to impress us
This oasis of calmness sedates

Remembering

REMEMBERING 

Age sedates the imperfections of youth
excuses passions and
accommodates inexperience
Yet we heap glory on the culture
of their newly discovered experiments.  
Often we tremble to see them go astray
biting away at civilized norms.
But when they reflect our dreams
of hedonistic excesses we smile
and wonder how to recapture the fire
that now simmers; a burnt out ember 
of a flaming heart.

C.A.K. 10-1-2012

Wind

As a dealer she roams,
The corners she combs.

With aid from the night-
Goods she sells right.
From the east she flows,
The west she goes.

In the light she’s poor
‘Tis not dim she’s sure.
Troubled with the coat of arm-
For her breastplate she can’t fam.		10

Voiceless when sands are active
Tamed till all is passive.

Ardoured by the evenings-
For her adventuresome,
Droopy the morning feels-
As she is worrisome.

To the day’s hate-
Her excess frost whirls.
As the night’s pet,
Atmosphere she curls.			20

Unsung hero-
That gives life,

The day’s smell she defines,
Devises her splendour.
Her cologne she patterns-
To instancing grandeur

Same is a dread villain,
Sedates night’s vitality.
Streets scourer, life-laden…
Such is her propensity			30

Still, a utility material-
Whose value is yet colossal.

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