broken souls and broken hearts,
the sleepless ones who look at torn stars,
the twinkling lights that blink afar,
city lights blurred with blinding cars,
are all befriended by the dreamless faces,
that look like lost and stolen art;
estranged glances and estranged words,
the sound of silence they've always heard,
fragrances of the night that are so absurd,
keep alive the sleepless ones who are lured,
by the dark and scary midnight,
when the sky bears no birds;
fluttering curtains and fluttering wind chimes,
the blazing noise that seeps in from the outside,
sleepless ones try their best to hide,
but Oh! It's already twilight,
the sun and moon sit beside,
while sleepless ones look at committed crimes;
a new dawn and a new day,
it has unwillingly arrived,
another night with no dreams,
another dark time where past screams,
when the moon hears no cries,
it means the sleepless ones have died.
It’s raining all night, and I’m sleepless
Each random thought carries me through
This habit to think is ridiculous
Except when I’m thinking of you
Hope you would approve my idea
I’ve no desire to celebrate
The date of upcoming New Year
The symbol of time that can’t wait
Champagne and that fabulous salad
We can go without easily
The spruce with the shimmering garland
Oh dear, it’s too much for me
I paid off a many New Years
Each one was no better than old
I’ve watched the sunrise over hills
I’ve lived up a tale no one told
So why not remain in the past
To drown in your eyes with the sun
That jumped like a ball between us
When we were alive, having fun.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ lying in my bed
I heard ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ one solemn word ¦¦¦ said
A bird began to sing.
I heard a dog ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
And a ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ cock;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ It was five o'clock.
The ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ bird sang,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
The cock ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ had gone mad.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the dark skies,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ cried "Look! Lift up your eyes!"
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ wind and wave;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ cried out ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ "Be brave!"
The ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ market-carts,
The pounding of men's feet
Were drowned in song; ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
The song was loud and sweet.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
(Blackout of The Church-Bell by Elinor Wylie)
Folks, I have to tell you I ain't been sleepin' all that well as of late.
Some of the problem is due to the obnoxious snorin' of my mate!
Or it could be the neighbor's barkin' dogs up and down the street,
And believe me, there are howlin' hounds and yappin' mutts replete!
I've tried numerous sleepin' aids off the pharmacist's shelf,
Tryin' to cure this dilemma and get some sleep for myself.
Eureka! I found a simple remedy for my plight in church today;
I fell fast asleep as soon as the preacher arose to have his say!
There was once a grand dame named Sara
maledicted with hyperactive sclera,
but the even heels of fine-treading rain,
laurel leaf tea & lavender from Spain
would cease her state of Chiroptera.
The sky sneers at me through the curtain of clouds
I strain in vain to see if a star is flickering
The night stands stripped of all munificence
As I turn and twist on my bed,
I know for sure insomnia stubbornly
Keeps her reins on my poor self
As I lie sleepless with my torso weighing a ton,
Whispering my anguish onto my pillow
With darts of pain stinging out from my swollen eyes
I know I have lost sense of every passing hour,
But intensely feel every moment….
My ear drums are slit by the sirens of ambulances
Their blinking lights flashing in darkness
And scrawling strange graffiti on the walls
Down in the patio, I hear the swish
Of paper flung by the paper boy
Thank God! The night has ended.
But is it not for another night’s painful litany?
Yet I dream of a bright dawn
At the end of every night of distress!
Driving through a variety of movies,
Amid a sea of pure blackness,
Fog of night, and gripping
At different threads in each one,
Is haunting my mind.
Like a ghost of everyday accounts.
All those sleepless nights,
A desire for sweet freedom
Transforms into a pleasurable, tired blur.
With tranquil music,
Nursing the inner breastfed baby
With a glass of warm milk until dawn.
In dreams ~ I am stolen
my mind whisked from me
leaving me only with speech
and grasping hands into darkness
desperation besets me ~
without memory one can only search
in absence of thought merely /feel forward/
no power to comprehend
as screams emit until throat is sore
til I'm woken
once again able to choose to sit quietly
let fear settle inside
swallowed up.
The silver moon ascends the cloudless sky
With scintillating stars stretching up high,
But sleep strangely slides away from my eyes,
I stare at the room`s darkness with a sigh.
My thoughts like restless high tide waves do roam
Far from the stark solitude of my home,
Wandering in the expanse of the night,
Lost in the lengthy shadows of dim light.
I softly read a page and read it more,
Hoping to slowly drift to slumber's shore,
But words just waltz, they do not seem to cease,
Denying me a moment's quiet peace.
On such nights when sleep turns to tasks in vain
I try means that will soothe away my strain,
Restore peace to my mind and inner self
By striving to reach the depth of myself.
By lying on bed, I breathe in and out
To clear from my mind any haze of doubt,
With palms flat, for each short while holding breath,
When soon tired, I fall asleep at a stretch.
Another night of frayed nerves like an unraveled thread
Sleep eludes me once more as I fidget on wrinkled sheets
I'm annoyed at the pensive thoughts roving in my head
as I hear the increasing rhythm echoing in my heartbeats
The candle flame is still burning with a soft golden glow
If only my eyes would close that I might sleep until dawn,
I would rise and welcome the warmth of sunlight's flow,
open shuttered windows where drapes are tightly drawn
Somehow, I must navigate through each turbulent night
and find a threshold to cross where I can find some peace.
Even shadows are asleep beyond the flickering candlelight
Would that I could find tranquility in that kind of release.
It continues in these times of quiet hours of early morn
when with sleep deprived eyes, I pick up my pen and write
rhyming verse after verse in which I chastise and I scorn
my infernal, internal nemesis that robs me of sleep at night
Many nights I've laid in bed
With a comfort pillow 'neath my head
I twisted and turned, tried to fall asleep
So that I can close my eyes and dream deep
I tried to take some sleeping pills
But found that they just gave me chills
I tried sleepy tea and sipped it slow
But found that tea just made me go...
I tried playing music; a soft melody
And I tried counting sheep- they didn't work for me
Finally, I found what worked the best
To help me fall asleep and rest
I ate a piece of chocolate late at night
It worked for me, so, for you- it might!
Dark chocolate is the kind I use
So, try a piece to light the fuse
I hope it helps you to dream deep
When you twist and turn and you just can't sleep
Sleepless Nights,
I have trouble at night and don't sleep very well.
The doctor gave me,
funny colored little pills.
Life gave me,
counting sheep one by one.
The bible gave me,
counting my blessings one by one.
WOW!!!
counting blessings really works.
Sleepless
short days long nights
war with body, covers
night sweats no sleep cluttered mind, life
no rest
She snores so loudly that the walls
are shaking as she calmly sleeps,
her husband's fingers in his ears,
'Another sleepless night,' he weeps.
Crown of Effort by Otieno Elvis Gikoi
I have carried books through endless days,
Walked the long and winding ways.
From early dawn to fading light,
Hard work has been my guiding sight.
Exams have tested, lessons burned,
Through sleepless nights, the pages turned.
Each struggle carved a stronger me,
Each effort shaped my destiny.
Now the final year has come,
The race is near, the journey done.
I stand with courage, firm and true,
Hard work has brought me safely through.
No crown is won by idle hands,
No dream fulfilled by shifting sands.
It is the sweat, the will, the fight,
That lifts the future into sight.
Let me rise, with hope and cheer,
For hard work shines in my final year.
@ArtOfHeart
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