Sleeping Poems - Poems about Sleeping

like to do it with you Sleeping with you Is like honey that melts in the mouth. Suddenly all my desire for sex returns....

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The average bird considers it best to sleep at night inside a nest. When a squirrel wants to catch some z's, he uses cavities in trees. A bat, of course, must play the clown and slumbers upside down. ...

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Flapping without flying. It feels okay. Your scales of fur corrode. A foul, but sweet, but warm, but damp... Scent of something new. You're red and blue tomorrow, Yellow, pink, today. But forever, I'd say grey. You're white, dirtied, pure. Once lost, but now at home. If invaders must die, Make yourself the furniture. You can stain my doormat red, So you can see me before we part. And...

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SLEEPING AND WAKING We sleep in God's peace, Why wake up in Satin's wars? Let's wake how we sleep!...

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I remember the days when I'd fall asleep before hitting the pillow. Ah, the joy of a sound sleep. I might not have been at my best in the morning all things considered. Day-old makeup very much past its prime. My eyelashes were caked and looking scraggly, my lipstick smeared across my cheek and pillow, eyeshadow streaked clear across my forehead. Thankfully one good...

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sleeping buddha taming roaring dreams gentle whispers AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on March 31, 2025...

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Waking up through the night really can't sleep Mind is wondering fast, and everything is so deep Staring at the dark, your body is laying still Everything becomes silent, and the picture becomes clear The distinct level of conversation that's within yourself Is a mirror of a reflection from the mind calling for help To stare into your consciousness with...

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note the nothingness of the tag yet so much time was spent gazing, observing each inhalation, exhalation ~ each held breath ~ not disturbing her rest. love learns no more. she once had a name. perhaps it was unimportant in the end. love learns no more. "unimportant" ~ a title that occupies such space, especially when it’s breathed in, embedded into the lungs. muse turned subject turned...

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Waking up early steals your sleep, but sleeping too long steals your peace, Like a morning thief leaving shadows in place of unfulfilled dreams, Movement makes you feel pain in your muscles, but stillness weakens you, Like a stone statue crumbling under the weight of time, without motion. Earning money requires time and effort, but lacking it steals your...

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As I watch you sleeping there, seventy years of living etched into your silvery-gray hair, I feel my love for you as deeply and as much as I did that night when you first let me touch your exquisite beauty, here, there, and everywhere....

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Gone are the rhythms of your body As you lay beside me sleeping, Hair cascading across our pillow, With your arms so soft and warm. Our cold wrinkled sheets rest half empty, Save for yesterday’s perfume. ...

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hush, sweet child, your fate is spun the blackened threads have just begun upon your brow a crown may gleam but dark things stir beneath the dream a spindle waits, a thorn’s caress a single drop—no more, no less and when it falls, so shall you sleep where shadows coil and secrets creep no lover’s kiss, no mother’s tear no whispered prayer shall reach...

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One of the hardest things in my life I've had to do is having to go to bed alone, learning to sleep without you. This bed of ours we shared now always feels so damn cold. I don't recall it being this way when I had you to hold. All the emptiness surrounding me refuses to let me get any sleep and causes my heart...

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The night lays down like a black silk mantle, embracing the sleeping city, I search in its deep silence for your warmth, a living flame lost in the cold wind, In these long winter nights when my thoughts are stray birds, Only you can catch and chase them away with your gentleness, a warm spring breeze. You are far...

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It's most likely her being isn't brought for additional or spares Her calm paws gloating her beauty defining her sleep that is well made The traveled heart looking so innocently pure it's as if heaven made her just before sunset right between the hours split seconds formulated in circle of life As her eye raise flashes...

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