Sleep Deprivation Poems - Poems about Sleep Deprivation

Hop onboard overthinkers A warm Welcome aboard the overthinker to all our guests, Especially Mr insomnia, and Mrs overthinker, both frequent flyers and our VIP guests I'll be your minds captain for this flight, through awake all damn night, And then on to good mornings beaming bright resort in daylight, We have no nap-overs or drifting-offs scheduled...

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Failing to get enough sleep or getting poor-quality sleep are resulting to health hazard; it is known fact, it makes us unfit to discharge daily acts with cheer. It's voluntary let’s admit but unintentional, can’t quit. Sleep deprivation is seen more in young generation; appear to ignore outcomes a bit. Yet, avoid action, though aware; to work pressure they do submit; postpone sleep and needed health care; fail...

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At times The nights Are painfully long And seem to pass by So very slowly It makes Me feel like I have no hope left It gives me feelings of despair Like a tarantula of rain pouring down It makes me Want to cry Like snow drifting from the sky I drift In and out of sleep...

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If we knew in advance that all daughters and sons keep us up every night: yours and mine — everyone’s (teething, peeing and screaming, yet so INNOCENT-seeming), we’d be living in convents like well-rested nuns....

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How can I sleep when my thoughts are racing? Going round and round, my mind is pacing. All these bad dreams they keep me awake, They seem so real but I know they're fake. Truthfully, when I'm there lonely at night My feelings reach a complete new height. Late at night when my rhymes begin, All the longing and hurt finally set...

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The lighting, it was over-bright Sleep, now a luxury deprived For here there is no day or night The lighting, it was over-bright. Lethargy saps the will to fight How long can he retain his mind? The lighting it was over-bright Sleep now a luxury deprived....

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Deprived of sleep most every night Always looking like a fright Bags under my tired eyes No matter how much I try The sandman won't hear my plea Begging him to get some sleep Sprinkling his magic dust Over me so I can just Snore all through the darkened night Not waking till the morning light Refreshed and full of energy Not insane and going...

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Here I sit yet one more night, playing solitaire while sleep takes flight ! I was weary as I climbed in bed, fluffed my pillow and laid down my head. I closed my eyes and said a prayer; a good night's rest has become so rare ! Sometimes my mind won't take a break; other times my legs keep me awake. So up...

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I've been awake for hours, and all through the night, I could not imagine morning, the day as it turned out to be, so hard to grasp, in truth, lies, imagination, the copied moments seemed so real... like life, with men walking down the subway platform, shivering like ghosts, in formulaic pale, whizzing transparent as a dream escaping into reality, and what can you...

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Victimized by time, is the clock-watching man; Fervently anticipating an immortal response to reassure him that these moments are his to experience. What agony it is to realize that through this timid inactivity, moments are neglected and experiences are unfulfilled.. aging is the only form of progression that can be derived from this stubborn dissatisfaction.. Victimized...

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