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Short Sleepwalker Poems

Short Sleepwalker Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sleepwalker by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sleepwalker by length and keyword.


Carrie Meeker
Carrie Meeker was a sleepwalker,
Her doctor prescribed beta blocker;
The drug acted full whack 
stopping her sleep and walk
Now she is a real chronic squawker....

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Categories: sleepwalker, fun,
Form: Limerick



Premium Member In Time of Need
In time of need,
I am the sleepwalker
of imaginative dreams;
searching everywhere, 
and not finding you anywhere.
And walking I sense
a shadow following
without the sound of footsteps...
I look back and nothing is moving;
and if imagination persists:
I'll kicks rocks instead of shedding tears
in time of need!...

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Categories: sleepwalker, imagination, lost love, nature, time,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member waiting for something
gray sky swallows
  a surly surface

gritty sky smothers
  a solitary sleepwalker

i sit
i sit & wait
       & wait 
               & wait 
                       & wait
                               for 
                                  the 

                                          ??????????
...

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Categories: sleepwalker, dark, sad, society, surreal,
Form: Free verse
The Sleepwalker
His eyes stare blankly through me 
Then he coldly turns aside
Though tenderness once drew me
Cold dispassion he can't hide.

Abandoned in the dead of night
Alone and overwrought,
Indifferently my love takes flight
As if I count for nought.

I know he will return to me
I feel no deprivation
For I've become accustomed
To my man's somnambulation.

            
27/07/18...

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Categories: sleepwalker, sleep,
Form: Rhyme
That Is
Let be it.
The little bowl abandoning
the unreachable pink-light.
Ambrosia-
was searching a geometric center
of a smoking hub.

Flame-
of a bonefire was leaping
towards a topless tumbler.
The midriff
will spell a disaster.

A nomadic-
sleepwalker had become incandescent,
starts a prayer
for a condemned enemy.

My body was a river.
flowing-
on the impacted rocks of violence.
Was non-violence still relevant
in turbulent times ?

Give me some unreason today.


Satish Verma...

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Categories: sleepwalker, art,
Form: ABC




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