Sleepers Poems - Poems about Sleepers

Open my eyes and say to myself How am I feeling today Most morning, myself says, “are you nuts!” “It's too early, turn over I say!” Going back to sleep ain't gonna happen I'd just toss and turn and moan So it's “up and at 'im”, the time is now “Rise 'n shine, you lazy bones!” Drag myself out from under the covers Wipe...

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I appreciate The patriotic voices It does my heart good I truly believe In what makes this country great But I would say this: The Constitution And Bill of Rights created To ensure freedom Against tyranny And to stop invaders from Attacking our homes We have the right to Should pack a gun... Having the right to Be free goes hand in hand with The right to feel safe If we continue To...

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The Sleepers sleep beneath the Mound, And wait, in holy Slumber bound. When will those Knights of Arthur’s ken Ride forth to free the land, again? When fire and sword, injustice rule And plots hatched by magicians cruel Oppress with plague, injustice, riot And violate the humble quiet With cries of bitter calm run out And fire and blood pour through the spout? The Sleepers...

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Drowning in our incubus sleep, phantom enemies are devised. Easy answers for night terrors. Social purgatory for the stranger, Our river Styx for the brown ones. Our fortress must wall them out. Brown poverty is culpable. Starving families must be criminals. Racialism winking and nodding. Jingoism sneering and taunting. Everyone knows the words. ICE round up the suspects. Our delirious sorcery making police raids. For us wall builders,...

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THE SLEEPERS AWAKE For century or more they served Unchanging paths they always kept As in a dream the tracks preserved With faith immovable they slept One day as on a given sign Their somnolence came to an end They woke and each looked down the line Thought: ‘Now’s the time to make amend’ The drivers were caught by surprise (They never chose...

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Is he invisible to the naked eye, Can’t she be seen by the passers-by, The track marks on her body, Follow them they tell a story, Full of heartache and purgatory, We look but nobody thinks to stop, Judged and moved on by the cops, No, where to turn no, no one who cares. Attack beaten and were totally unawares, Starved, cold,...

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In the meadow, of the fields of life burning ripe with ire, I lay. Falling into a nagging sleep away from all the begging flowers. Aloof into the night, with blindfolds to help me rest peacefully. I Am above the wounds watching. Ill from all the pain that flows, like the ocean deep. On my...

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angelic sleepers still trio of noisemakers — my heart imparts love 7/25/2018...

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A night of deep and dreaming sleep on a warm and firm mattress with appropriate coverings was not necessarily an item on our wish list, because we drew accustomed to the more simpler forms of mattresses that were not firm but filled with cotton, and sleep was obtained without regards to levels of comfort. These cotton...

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Open my eyes and say to myself How am I feeling today Most morning, myself says, “are you nuts!” “It's too early, turn over I say!” Going back to sleep ain't gonna happen I'd just toss and turn and moan So it's “up and at 'im”, the time is now “Rise 'n shine, you lazy bones!” Drag myself out from under the covers Wipe...

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She lay upon the chill drying sand disheveled lay the brassy gold of her hair adorned with seaweed upon her blue gray cheeks small pink crabs crawl the ruched red skirt she wore washed back and forth waist high showing white cotton chill winds blew drying sand across her open blouse drying like bits of stardust on her lashes sand sleepers nest...

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I've allowed my vision to become muddled, And pushing you away seemed my only tiny salvation. To know that your alright brings my dead heart to flight, as i down these pills tonight. Always have been strong, just one night, just once I would like to fall. You can call me selfish but I'm still holding on. Because I hate myself...

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I don't mind the dark so much. It's the hour, the time when dark comes around that haunts me. It's the eerie silence of unconsciousness, and the quiet muffled sounds of white noise. I am awake among sleepers who dream blissfully and peacefully, who will wake in the early hours of the morning rested and ready to face the challenges of a new...

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Idle gnomes glumly guard gravestones ungrateful Immortal sleeps...

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