Sleeper Poems - Poems about Sleeper

Here riches abound'

To my vision; all around some very good poetry, here abounds.' 
Many born from 1950s and 60s express thoughts; emotions. That inspire no less!. Who were taught; by those from the
1920s and thirtys..My conjectue? Now on old schools qualitys i
Feel.' I Sense and so will venture. How many realitys caused this
Nomenclature? from a period quite

Sleeper

I’m constantly sleeping while you are away
From one dream to another I roam
Like people change stations, and trains in soft sway
Deliver them where to they go
When I wake up and there’s no sign around
That could remind me of you
I’m falling asleep and the day without sound
Falls in the evening blue
There’s no destination in dreams to

Nothing Comes To a Sleeper But a Dream

Nothing comes to a sleeper but a dream 

I feel asleep 
Not once but twice 
Sometimes I feel I slept on my life 
I always knew I was great 
But the world didn't see it 
Because they would hate 
Instead of congratulate
Couldn't tell the real from the fake 
 People change 
Only thing that don't

The Sleeper and the Supernaturalist

"The Sleeper and The Supernaturalist"


The Sleeper
shone as she walked 
through the Woods

shining alive 
like nothing
natural could

caught 
in the moonlight 
unaware

the innocent
red-caped roses stared
the trees whispered,

"beware, beware"

barefoot softly 
the Supernaturalist 
transfigures instead

from under shine 
she bares 
what exists 

deeper 
beneath 
that cumbersome skin

silently she turns 
watching you, 
eyes sharp jade not blue

she sees you
the you 
that

The Cavern of Sophia

Salvation of hollow-burrow, spaceful for life,
hiding and appearing engaged that day.
Seven Sleepers, unwanted companions,
pardoners, neither demigod-cyborg nor god.
Peaceful in retreat of folding nocturnal-diurnal.
Contemplation bleached the sinners,
restraining lust, abstinence for circular bell tolls.

The Cavern's Sleepers,
Sophia of hibernation,
tapa Barata.

Late Sleeper

morning sun intrudes
through my bedroom window shade
before alarm sounds
does it know something I don’t?
like missing the early worm?

written October 11, 2021

Restless Sleeper

Some days, I am a dreamer of the future.
I tend to imagine myself treading paths
I've always dreamed of taking.
At night, before I sleep I try to
Envision myself in a court defending
A client with all my might and knowledge


Mondays, I am an attorney.
Tuesdays, I step on stage and hold a
Microphone as I stand before the eyes

Wake Up Sleeper

If you are a dreamer make it a reality
If you are awake pay attention
If you are a child you must grow up
If you are a singer you must sing
If you a walker learn to drive
If you pray do it with confident
If you are a talker use discernment
If you are a seer open your eyes
If you

Side Sleeper Dream Number 8297544

i intend to go on
where the cool breeze leads me
i end up in the sun
i must search for the next spot of shade
i place my wallet near the sound
the wind blows it across the way to the ocean
i pick up a seashell and put it next to my wallet's ear
the rhythm of the vibe fills

Sleeper

The sleeper stands
Mind as black as lava sand
It’s beyond beginning
Of the season giving
Time to tread lightly
Swim and be free

The Sleeper

Alone I walk through the valley of unrest
my life but a dream within a dream.
Then you come to me as the evening wanes
and my heart skips a beat in each golden moonbeam.

You, an enigma that haunts my dreamland,
will never allow me to enter your realm,
so I'm left to the whims of the lonely Sandman, 
as

Silent Sleeper

Deep in thought,
alone in the dark.
Traveling amidst, 
the starry filled night.
Whispers about,
the native tongue.
Who can speak, 
the travelers mind.
Empty motions,
trapping my thoughts,
the key to your life,
is to love yourself.

Day Sleeper

Lost out of the picture,
fallen out of life,
cut-eyed shut down

from all the cars and trains
and all this carrying and breaking
and lines of words without spaces.

You breathe softly, regular,
as if in a deep wood,
as paced as a slow piston

in exile to yourself,
a half life turned inside

as if the strings that
could lift you
hang loose in the sunlight.

Sleeper

Throw the dishes, close the drawer.
shut the cupboard, slam the door.
Raise your voice, holler loud.
The kids are sleeping, it's ok to yell.

Angry parents don't stop to think,
Loud and righteous in a blink.
Children cower in shadows dark.
They don't hear you, or so you think.

Once a happy family home,
any room was a place to roam.
The lights once

Light Sleeper

I'm five. 
It is light outside and I'm in bed.
But Mummy says it's late
My feet are bored.
They can hear the world outside 
And want to run, to dance, to play.
And I must say good night.

I am 35.
It's light outside and I'm in bed.
It's early morning
My body is bored.
It hears the surf outside roaring,
And wants to

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