Sleeper Poems - Poems about Sleeper

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...

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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...

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It's the middle of the night My heart beats loudly Feels ill contained Looking for an exit As each thump hits Like a runaway train It's not accompanied By racing thoughts Any thought at all Feels like it needs Carefully selecting From a closed book Found via the index I'll just wait for quietness It's approaching The trick is avoiding A line switch From heart to mind Where sleep is whisked away And a...

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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...

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"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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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....

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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...

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