Short Sleepover Poems

A
starling
tornado
drops in for the 
night....

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A sleepover 
Hooray
My sister and I
We pack light
a small bag each...

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Dusk air approaches
mayflies camp atop my tent
dreams of warming light...

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Apparently sleepover
Does not mean what I thought
Ah, if only I brought more clothes
If only I got my books
If only I could keep what was mine...

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If I but find a deep dark cave in some remote a cove
Oh, I’ll curl up on a bed of leaves and hibernate like the bear
to lie dormant all seasons through in this sweet sanctuary.



~05/26/18
~Sijo contest by Heidi Sands...

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The cheese ball was delicious but on Christmas Eve 
at the sleepover bro tooted without reprieve 
sister cried, " please use the washroom, Steve "  
" Sorry sis, "it's a lonely fart that I just can't retrieve

Dec 25, 2021...

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The windows open to June-like breezes,
trampolines, piccolos, French-braided hair.
Another bag of kettle corn burns
in the microwave. I don’t care – 
I feel like turning the lights off,
telling ghost stories.
Her stoned brother asks for munchies;
I burrow further beneath fleece blankets
and wish I could be young forever....

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Thank you teachers for teaching us 
Thank you teachers for being there for us
Thank you teachers for everything that you do
Without you we would be stuck like glue
A big thank you for teaching us on zoom and for the sleepover
Your memories in my heart will never get over
I think the scavenger hunt was sweet 
It felt like we were in for a treat...

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She complains she’s bored,
We went to the mall 
Then swimming
She looks at pictures
Then starts to draw
Even though I told her there’s not much to do
But she still wanted to come.
So stop complaining it’s not my fault!
You don’t want to do anything I suggest
And I don’t like your suggestions
But we do them anyways
So stop complaining please!
It makes me feel bad.
6-15-09...

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For a moonshine, 
there was no moon.
There was no moon
for a moonshine.

It starts a tenuous
soliloquy, raising a –
slew of questions.

Slew of questions will
evoke a mixed response. 

Were you ready for 
a sleepover at the shrine 
to watch the St. Vitus’s dance.

It was leaking at night
from the corner of eyes.

Unaging was the secret
of polity. Are you in ?



Satish Verma...

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The light of the moon
The sparkle of the stars
Match the twinkle I have in my eyes for you

My eyes open wide
changing colors with my mood
all I want to see is you

Your tender kiss
Your warm hugs
on a cold night

Connected to you
hands always together
feet always touch

I never want to be without you
I think about it every night
My love I need you to hold me tight

A few more months
and baby we've won
and can have sleepovers every night...

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