Their faces ‘don’t fit’
So we can’t put it on the news
- we don’t want to upset the likes
Of Benjamin Netanyahu
What will we tell our children ?
How many blind eyes will the world turn?
The world just stood and watched
As Gaza was bombed , flattened and burned
Sleep soundly Netanyahu
Tucked up in your comfy bed
But soon the Palestinian deaths you caused
Will wreak havoc in your head
May the sounds of thousands of screaming , dying children
Play constantly in your ears
May the souls of all you have killed
Act out on all your fears
As our governments conspires
to protect this war criminal
The rest of the world will take action
And condemn him to eternal hell
Asked, withered, worn and broken,
for that which I should have done.
Words fell to silence, yet spake
through eyes that damned the sun.
What is regret, now fractured
by the waning of the light?
What remaineth unspoken,
worthy of the night?
Shall I break in mournful sorrow,
where memory rends my soul?
Shall I weep for love departed,
forever beyond my hold?
Or lift mine eyes to this life
as it ebbeth away?
Read in the shadow the measure
of heaven or hell,
as darkness abideth to stay.
Controlling my breathing in a cloud-like pattern.
No one, not even a bucket of slime can hurt me.
Lying down “Not Really.”
Feels like it,
The horizontal sensation.
Jumping out at me.
They play like that.
Molecules inside me, and out there.
All in a bedroom where I’m always alive.
Everyone has a time where they don’t sleep.
Just like a fly doesn’t sleep, he just exists.
Overhead.
Behind nothing.
No one can explain how a dream-like state can pinch and bite like this.
Then it’s not dream-like is it?
It’s just a pulley system tugging me out of the well.
Drop down again.
The sun doesn’t do anything.
Doesn’t even haunt me.
Just expands and extends everything and all the planets circle in agreement.
And that’s what rest is to me.
Shade
A perfect nap beneath the glade.
Silky satin sheets and pillowcases
recipe for a comfortable good night's sleep
~ welcome dreams of soft caresses
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
Midnight Lullaby
by Michael R. Burch
I.
A measureless rhythm rules the night—
few have heard it,
but I have shared it,
and its secret is mine.
To put it into words
is as to extract the sweetness from honey
and must be done as gently
as a butterfly cleans its wings.
But when it is captured, it is gone again;
its usefulness is only
that it lulls to sleep.
II.
So sleep, my love, to the cadence of night,
to the moans of the moonlit hills'
bass chorus of frogs, while the deep valleys fill
with the nightjar’s shrill, cryptic trills.
But I will not sleep this night, nor any …
how can I—when my dreams
are always of your perfect face
ringed by soft whorls of fretted lace,
framed by your tear-drenched pillowcase?
"Midnight Lullaby" has been set to music by the award-winning New Zealand composer David Hamilton.
Keywords/Tags: lullaby, lullabies, music, musical, song, child, children, childhood, baby, babies, midnight, night, rhythm, sleep
Try not to get scared, scariest stories
I was just in my room, socking it. That’s when Larry and the creature, and they pickled my chilli dog, and that’s when Larry. I was driving in my Bergen truck, drunk, that’s when I saw a deer, I was later pulled over for DUI and killing a deer. Asgore. Once Diddy diddled my diddle he did. James?
This was utterly stunning
Held on the petals tongue
Twisted Machiavellian
Acid rain in neon-lit carmine
Ineffable lyrics: sum41
Grapevine entwined the mead mind
Rapid rhyme mainline propane
Fuse-lit C4-paint-explosives
Interpretation may vary
Melting behind every word
Jellyfish pulsing through
Pushed unexplored avenues
Stork dropping off an award
Blues scale toward the top
Fingertips slide without warning
Solo-bass drop within drumsticks
Dripping water from a flask
Walking hexes cloudy dishes
Mirrors fractured pieces whirling
Framing fractal front seats
Past mistakes remembrance
Olive branches infect organs
Pulse systematically
Pixels dissolve surfaces
Birthing surreal fantasy
Like roar, he snores-
Ears sore, she bores
“Day dreams lay dead in dreams, but when life is breathed into them, they soar beyond the boundaries of success.”
— Poet
My dream is to be great in life,
That all I touch shall turn to gold,
And melt like butter on hot knife.
Thus my reward shall be tenfold,
Full of thriving, less of strife,
Grow finer, like a wine brewed old~
That buds find its rhythm in fife,
A belief I hold in heart bold.
So surprising it becomes,
When I dreamt this dream in dreams,
And dance to its beats on drums,
Then its true essence truly gleams,
And its true purpose it sums.
Its starkness guided by beams,
As if life's dreams are like ripe plums,
That come as easy as they seem,
Such that to no loss it succumbs.
True dreams are fulfilled in sleeps,
And not drowned in dwams' dams,
Where doubt constantly creeps,
To make dreams appear as shams,
Yet my life-dream still peeps
Through this life's tangled jams,
To a place no one weeps,
And free from dreams' logjams.
chocolate tonight
vanilla ice cream delight
clock late wait sleep tight
MY DREAM WITHIN A DREAM
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
untethered, silver cord, unseen,
no gravity holding me down~
released into the velvet night,
wisp of smoke above sleeping earth.
I drift and ascend
earth, a swirling blue marble,
mottled canvas of greens and browns
below, my life, a minute play.
houses shrink to scattered dice
cars like ants on endless trails
lives lived at frantic pace
tiny figures moving,
unaware of my drifting gaze.
ethereal realm reveals…what?
death or a simple shedding,
peeling away of earthly skin
leaving only the soul?
is this the space between thoughts?
is this waking or, deeper yet,
a Russian doll of verity?
search for hand to pull me back.
listen for voice to call my name.
find only loneliness.
is this drifting the only truth:
life is a dream dreamt while dreaming.
awake usual thoughts
failures made imposed
turn others sleep
those like may also awake
guilt not helping light
rest night fears conflicts
wars doubts known not
all prepositioned
keep hope peace joy love
isolated chambered atomized
quarked vanquished
Lord Jesus maybe will
many claim dead still
resurrection appendage
little importance since
not fit soteriology
identity not body
only survives death
timeless eternity reincarnated heaven
space sans time spent looking edge
those not yet arrived
waiting again undiscovering
one another simultaneously
except frozen eternity
Lord be raised embodied ongoing
time continued timely together
see those sleep those cannot
night pray
now three two hours
now one before dawn
*
.
angel of the night decends from rails of sky
to huff a kiss ...my slumber's lullaby. *
loving my dream state
diving into my mattress
lovely luscious nap
Specific Types of Sleep Poems
Definition | What is Sleep in Poetry?
Poems Related to Sleep
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