Sonnet Sleep Poems

I can’t believe it’s really me
Waist to head, I’m a Christmas tree
From this fat, I’ll never be free
A healthy life I’ll never see

I gained a...

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Written: February 26, 2024
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Our slumber, a rock falling swiftly overnight,
Embalms...

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Seeping and crawling came my fear.
I couldn’t see it very clear.
Tension mounting as it came near,
Transforming it into a tear.

Anxiously waiting, couldn’t hear,
My eyes were...

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Slumber can wait, as twilight calls
Paper and pen quiet the rage
Transported down memories’ halls
Time’s passage, like print on a page

Through the flowing ink, words appear
Musings...

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The dark of night when turns to day, 
When slowly stars begin to blur 
And birds, barely from sleep bestir, 
Older by day, greyer than...

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This overwhelming sense I fear is death,
Macerates any attempt of release,
Your weight upon my chest holds still my breath,
A lamb in languor, I plead for...

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No longer touched by pangs of grief,
vibrant heart and nonchalant eye,
having long since, turned a new leaf,
chooses in bliss mists, to fly high.

This choice requires...

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It Saw Me Through Such Dastardly Purblind Eyes

It saw me through such dastardly purblind eyes
Up there overhead with silent anger
What a truly ghastly, dangerous beast
On...

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WILLIAM DRUMOND 'Sonnet of Sleepe'

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Around and about ten o'clock PM,
No matter how tired I felt through the day,
Something strange happens within my brain stem
And I'm ready to up, up,...

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Little one, you fight so to stay awake.
Believe me when I say you need some rest.
Just close your little eyes, for goodness' sake.
Of Life's simple...

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Doth thou, my dear, recall us still?
Tho' years quietly hasten'd on.
Do doves yet fly near Towne's Mill
and carts clang up'n cobblestone?

Are thou still light as...

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As I lay sleeping soundly, I dreamt of keeping
The home fires burning so cozy and bright,
I could see the sparkling embers reflecting
In her face long...

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When memories are memories long-lost,
     and when infancy's twilight hides what feels
like lifetimes in half-dreamt dreams, sleep storm-tossed
   ...

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In our dream, we feel like a child again
bending each nighttime fret into pretend.
Lest lost to the trials of aging's dark din
hoping it will be...

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