Short Tossing And Turning Poems
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All Thur the night
Feeling couldn't fight
You were in my head
In my bed
My body was burning
I was
TOSSING AND TURNING
you was in my mind
could leave love behind
my head in bed
was bruning
over you am so blue
for you am yarning
am
TOSSING AND TURNING
sleepless
restless morning yawns
twilight tossing and turning ~
insomniac moon
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could sleep
my mind was deep
thinking about you
it was passion too
i was hot to trot
my soul was love burning
LAST NIGHT
I WAS TOSSING AND TURNING
Can't sleep keep tossing and turning
Always thinking I'm living and learning
I just can't figure out
What is it about
My heart it won't stop yearning
I always have the stangest dreams when I am sick
It's not like I have the choice to pick
Tossing and turning
with my fever burning
I wake feeling like a pile of ick
That night once again tossing and turning,
having very badly a sleepy yearning,
like little Bo Peep,
missing some sheep,
sheep hiding thinking its time for a shearing.
Night in the night
Darkness in darkness
We are in the pith.
Hunting each other is approved .
We suffer, two trapped snakes!
Tossing and turning in the core
In search of love.
When I turn over
And you’re not there
I hate the thought of it
You and me
Separate tonight
I search for your scent
But I’ve washed it away
Tossing and turning
While looking for your hold
Form:
Far into twilight, restless
Ceaseless tossing and turning
Anxious mind wandering, sleepless
I am insomnia
*Poem is also a personification*
Date written and posted: 04/19/2019
I rose early this morning
with many troubles on my mind
Instead of tossing and turning, I chose
to see how many blessings I could find
While searching for blessings,
it seems my troubles fell behind
B ecame uncomfortable when the sleep number slumbered,
E nding the comfortable cushion under my neck, back and tush.
D ecidedly, my pillow is also dead to me, with all its tossing and turning.
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The texture of those black out curtains,
a whistle that ruffles your hair.
Tickling all of your senses
with a shoulder massage.
Tossing and turning
rolling with the
cotton ghosts
through the
night.
Sleepless and cursing the powers that be,
Tossing and turning in wee hours, me.
But what's the use in trying to fight it?
One might as well be trying to write it.
Mayhap morning Muses will oversee.
tossing and turning
the night seems endless and dark
light hides behind dreams
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12/5/11
Evil surrounds our everyday lives
Like a comforter on a hot summer night.
Smothering
Tossing and turning
Trying to decide
Debating and wondering
Uncomfortable
Until
Finally kicking free
Heaving a sigh of relief
The right choice is made.
Go back to sleep, sweetheart.
Get rest, roll over, close your eyes and
Be still, my love.
Your tossing and turning
Your restless night wanderings
They disturb my dreams.
Don't forget we share this same bed
Though thousands of miles apart.
Three in the morning and again I dream
of waves and windblown sails, driving us on.
A petulant ocean, its mood would seem
somehow to echo mine, awaiting dawn.
Tossing and turning, creaking and groaning,
it’s an old man’s bones I hear, bemoaning.
Three in the morning, and again I dream
Of waves and windblown sails, driving us on.
A petulant ocean, its mood would seem
Somehow to echo mine, awaiting dawn.
Tossing and turning, creaking and groaning,
It's an old man's bones I hear, bemoaning.
The Time Has Arrived
The time has arrived
There’s nowhere to hide.
Tossing and Turning
Must tame the yearning.
Feet planted firmly in midair
Facing the horizon with a stare.
Desperate to stay
Yet, wanting to run away.
--Michael Crabb
Short Poem On Sleep
Miracle Man
2/17/2025
I’m only an acquaintance of peaceful sleep,
nocturnal thoughts are awash throughout the night.
Clock time for restfulness I no longer keep,
I’m tossing and turning until morning light.
The weeks pass on as I lie in bed
Too weak to even move my head
But here I lie trapped in my sorrow
Not knowing the emotions that are of tomorrow
Tossing and turning as I try to sleep
Alone as I lay there and weep
The days pass on and eventually weeks
A restless night sleep
A restless night sleep
All the evening long
A restless night sleep
Tossing and turning
Tossing and turning
Sleep is hard to seek
Bess wakes up tired
She looks for a sale
For a new mattress
Going store to store
Until she finds it
The day is long
the night short
filled with restless dreams
crisscrossing imagery
of fictional and unfamiliar parties
trying hard to encumber life
by restrictive containments
anxious in the tossing and turning,
fearful wakening
only to find
it is reality.
Could not sleep last night
So many thoughts entering my mind
Pushing them out to no avail
Locked in sleep limbo
Tossing and turning
Thought I listened
Thought I helped
Not sure
Maybe
Understanding O.K.
Person hearing my words who knows
Lost one already
not again