Short Sleep Poems
Short Sleep Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sleep by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sleep by length and keyword.
Darkness for some
An asylum security
Our dreams,
A mere reflection...
The light of day,
Brings hope to the many...
Form:
I rest peacefully
A bed made for perfection
I sleep gracefully
Holding love in my stomach
I lay infatuated
Russell Sivey
Out of step was I in my insomniac prison, finally breaking out to recapture some of my circadian rhythm.
2-14-18
Melatonin
Haiku
By: Tom Wright
Melatonin sleep
is conducive to bad dreams
more often than not
Returning
to a sleep
reality abandons
You become
what you dream
—so forever sleep well
(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)
"Sweet sleeping child: so near, so far"
Little face-feathers:
eyelashes fall on your cheeks,
fringing sleepy eyes.
The pale new moon hides 'neath cloudy skies
~ Restful sleep covers tired eyes
village 'holiday'
rooster breaks a dreamy sleep
rude awakening
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night folds its wings
around your quiet breathing~
a silver hush drifting
through the doorway of sleep
harley beside me
sound of sleep
cranky passenger
MagiCicada13
*Harley Davidson Motorcycle
O, look how I shake the clouds
Not to dust the oddments of
Dreams, but to wish them back, sweet
As your prurient lips!
All I need is sleep
Is that to much to ask for
Maybe sleeping pills
Vomit in my surroundings
My heart is pounding
Between a dream and a nightmare is a place without a name
A gathering of half baked shadows waiting for a shape to claim
as i drift to sleep
nightmares entagle me
making joy fleed in its presence
steal my nightmares away?
share your dreams?
Form:
limbs cup nature’s breast
mossy trunk hugs whistling stream
cricket praise fills earth
Brian Johnston
October 20, 2015
smooth river gurgles
bewitching birds belt out blues ~
i am lulled to sleep
02/15/17
each night
she rolls up
in her sheets and blankets
into a cocoon
turning
into a butterfly
at sunrise
after a latte
My eyes burn
its fiery furnace
glows increasingly with pain
as the hours go by
I should have got some sleep last night
The west wind is cruel
It appears to stir curtains
When I close my eyes
O Hypnos rush to me
with
Morpheus and Thanatos.
Broken sleep
With colorful dreams
More cautious
Spends more time
With a mirror and comb
What happens
Am I falling in love ?
My brain is wound,
my thinker is down,
and I am bedroom bound.
My day is done,
gone is the sun,
and I am bedroom bound.
The clock strikes twelve
my keyboard yawns
Pleads for me to tuck him in
I say "One more poem"
He says, "You win"
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The feverish sun
stretching out atop the sea
sinks, at length, to sleep
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lids war the endless pursuit
of oxygen dispelled by
the gulp of grounds and stirred cream
...caffeine withdrawal
10/8/2018
lying
on my side in bed
looking out
at the window
the window looks back
through me
to the bed
and snuggles next to me