Short Sleepwalking Poems

childish dreams trip
     my sleepwalking soul-
is this how nightmares start?...

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Somnambulism
GPS is off the grid
Sleep deprivation




Contest Theme: Sleepwalking...

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The radiant girl looks down submissive

A smile that's flirtatious, not aggressive

She suddenly lurches forward

Fell onto the floor awkward

Facedown nude waking up delusive


10/17/2019...

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There was a smart young lad named Blaze
stress and nervousness on test days
tried to "calm down," laugh and talk.
The night before he'd sleepwalk,
he’d find himself in the dawn rays.



7/26/2018...

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Semi-sleepwalking
Ev'ry day is déjà vu
When my love's adrift

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Nashville to Kentucky
The state line divides my heart
So where lies my home?

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The journey stretches
I'm like Kerouac, on the road
Or Frost, miles to go......

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Fully standard man
Come straight out the can
Right into the pan 
According to plan 

Sports fan
Sensible sedan 
Don't ask how it began 
Sleepwalking man 

In some kind of jam
Wonder where I am 
Think it all a big scam 
Malfunctioning man

February 24, 2018...

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I’ve woken in the strangest places
If, by strange, one means faceless
Scantily dressed, if at all
A parking lot outside a mall
A park, a street
In unsocked feet
An autopilot’s nighttime journey
Assless gown upon a gurney
Uncertain of what brought me to
Embarrassed, shocked, without a clue...

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       Sleepwalking through the day
          there’s a heavy price to pay

       Tapping into feelings within her
          opportunity gone-a-glimmer 

       Friendships never formed
          lives never transformed

       Delicacies swallowed whole
          unseen flight of the oriole 
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Holding a basket
Full of the flowers
That have grown from the blood of
Her forsaken ancestors

Bearing a smile
Charged with the sympathy
And lies
Of a hundred miracles
She laughs

A tired sun rolling over
This deceased horizon
To meet her innocent eyes

God has left us

But
Sleepwalking in a lost Eden
Innocence lingers...

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-  When you feel like your in a trance 
baby things tend to get bad 
  The way you feel and think 
Determine you daily decisions ,drained or demise 
  You've got to understand 
That you live in the present 
  Hey , that's now my friend 
Stop acting like nothing matters and live
  This is your onceler moment 
The way you act now depends on it - AB...

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I zip up my sleeping bag snug below my chin.
Inside my sleeping bag I slip on my mittens.
This is not me retiring during an evening of over night camping,
this is my solution to help control my chronic sleepwalking.
I can not escape my sleeping bag half conscious wearing mittens,
which prevents situations that for me could prove to be quite life threatening....

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a restless heart
you are on my mind
and yet once again
I sleep alone tonight
where are you?
are you missing me?
or do you not ever
even think of me
miles and miles apart
several time zones away
is it just geographical
or are you feeling it too
I’m here sleepwalking
through each and every day
my thoughts always on you
while these questions still remain...

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a page is such a cold place
pen has a sage who delves for inner face truth's
the page entrances with silent mocking
word thought dances just outside the blocking
the sage thirsty now craves sweet success
but only digs graves in the sheets of paper white
mourn the poems never born
sorrowful worlds in the words
sage now sleepwalking
his empty words never talking...

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Am I aware of who I am?
Or just an animal, following after my next meal
Sleepwalking
If all I do is what I’m told
Am I really alive at all?
Sleepwalking
Guiding me in the night
Chasing after the next meaningless goal
Sleepwalking
One step at a time
Until something wakes me up
From this daytime nightmare
Sleepwalking
Until I awake
And break free from everything known...

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Sleepwalking in unlit 
night, grabbing the 
moon, for a bite.

Very difficult to chew 
the contradictions, to relieve 
the heartache.

Endless drumming of 
woodpecker to mark territory.
A war begins for insects.

It was the Adam’s instinct.
I will not fall on
the burning coals.

In a dewdrop you will
see a miniature tree,
shaping out for the sun.


Satish Verma...

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Flying birds never sing the blues
Blue skies never tell secrets
Heard while flying birds
Passing by like the winds
Whisper that humans are odd creatures
Cast upon mischief’s missions
Wearied they sit and entertain the blues
As if life has but grey hues
Yet myriad colours fly without flaws
On masterful jolly-jollies 
Sleepwalking through seasons 
Enfolded in fickle glories...

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I N D U L G E N T   I N D I V I D U A L ,
Where are you?
Sleepwalking back to B E D
wanting to see rare S I G H T S ?

S C A R E D   O F  G E T T I N G  O L D?
imagining F U T U R E  problems you may have,
feeling like lavender smells.

The sharpest things,
become dull,
E V E N T UA L L Y 
like imaginary  L E G E N D S 

Waiting for neon,
Pastel  M E M O R I E S 
to leave....

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Existing in chaos, mind’s fog
World of haze, devoid of color
Mindless drone, autopilot
Going through the motions as if
Sleepwalking
Through the dense gloom, the gray horizon seen
In a daze, the cold emptiness never ending
Sleepwalking by day
Existing only to find solace at twilight
Overindulgence, ceasing the chatter, ceasing the noise
Sleepwalking, hoping to one day awaken from this prison...

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What inspires me to write poetry
is inspired by much variety.
A beautiful landscape may inspire me
or maybe a certain period of history.
Sometimes I'm inspired when I innocently
eaves drop on others while they are talking,
but ironically my best poetry
has been written while I was sleepwalking.
It's spooky but true.
I wouldn't lie to you.

...(Yawn) Excuse me. I just woke up. Did I write this?...

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Walking through a field of mind grenades

 I think of all the explosions & how many X  

 I have died

Perhaps I was sleepwalking when I laid the mines under the light of the moon

& the cracked dirt trailing across the floor

I blamed on the cat

I said nothing about the earth between my feet

I said nothing...

Nd' that silence is what pulled the pin & scattered my body to the wind... 
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Sleepwalking in my birthday suit
My mother thought was rather cute
But as I aged my little flute
Was soon declared forbidden fruit

Sleepwalking on my chosen route
My teen physique left others mute
Some neighbours claimed they'd prosecute
But soon could see me more hirsute

Sleepwalking as an old galoot
I do not fear a bare salute
My grandson is a new recruit
And just like me, won't give a hoot!...

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You there, on the wrong side of the road gathering
     particles of burst bubbles
Me here, a sizeable dent in my cruise
     going the wrong way on a one-way
Inattention, looking beyond and backwards
     unaware and uninterested, sleepwalking

Until a voice unheard before . . . . .

Between the eyes particles burst
     bubbles float on a whim
Axis rights itself and
     goes the right way on the one-way...

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And then the nightmare awakened sweet slumber
And cracked sacred dusk with spiraling thunder
Who brought this on, who’s spell am I under?
Pinch me and wonder how this has transpired
From which wizard’s wand has this bolt been fired?
Who snapped their fingers, who left skies divided?
And origin’s wish has been granted, redeemed
A stray beam of hope sleepwalking in dreams
Fear demons disguised as white lights make us scream...

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sleepwalkings a trait suffered by many
sleeptalking could cost you many a penny
for some its divorce
and there shown no remorse
but sleepwalking it won't cost you any

be sure if you do go sleepwalking
ware a sign I'm asleep no talking
cos if you answered back
you might get a good slap
and I'm telling ya I'm not joking



Edited 07/16/18

Sleepwalking Poetry Contest - Sponsored by John Hamilton

7/16/18...

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Land mirrors balaclavaed moon tonight, 
The dark blindfolds insects in drunken song, 
And censors bawdy bullfrogs’ ancient rite. 
Our starved eyes protest truant fireflies’ wrong,
As we raise high a flame of bright sarong.

Pixies may dance nude with rioting sparks,
A sleepwalking coyote somewhere barks,
While hot crackles heckle the clouds away.
We thrill to a new June the warm wind marks,
Think of the bonfire of summer at play....

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