Somnambulistic Poems - Poems about Somnambulistic

...When sleep deserted me I crawled out of my bed unseen To delve into the crevices of the dark With the curiosity of an explorer And the near comatose of a somnambulist I walked up and......Read the rest...

...Sylvia stays sedentary still seeking superiority Sometimes summarizing situations so subtilely*, Suddenly somnambulistic, she slips silently Sensing some sarcastic silliness, soon se......Read the rest...

...Humanities burden Something nihilistic is churning on my mind what if strife is embedded in our psyche normality is war punctuated by peace; the peace is prosperous but wallowing in the softne......Read the rest...

...Alfredo always abhorred angry approaches After an amigo accosted after an argument And, afterward, Alfredo abstained arguing, Because blackening bruises betrayed blather Berniccio b......Read the rest...

... Somewhere in a strange land An unknown heart throbs for me Etching an amorous graffiti On the blank walls of my mind Where ever I am, I feel a pair of eyes Fondly surveying and sca......Read the rest...

...(A somnambulistic drama in four acts) Actors: Jean-Paul Marat; Charles Barbarou; Charlotte Corday; 1st Philosopher; 2nd Philosopher; The Commentator’s Voice. Act 1. A tavern. Two philo......Read the rest...

...Calling and hooting to the wind tiptoeing along the terrified face of the wriggling curtain looking through the window at the trees and their dark ghosts casted upon the blood of the moon o'er......Read the rest...

...Such summer days as these are merry bright, and altogether they portend good times. Sol shortens nights, again extends the light, the time is right for jesters bold and mimes. Relax and take your......Read the rest...

...Daytime Somnambulism How haunting the loss When one squanders consciousness Soul to surface Dreams of dances unrealized Oh how tempting This somnambulistic space we possess Where unlived experience......Read the rest...

...Behind the scaled-down images there lurk the scaled down dreams of future lives-- perhaps of incarnations silently recalled by little girls with vision far less blind than little boys, who would fors......Read the rest...

...Pain is a solitary shaft of sunlight piercing the fathomless depths of a wishing well, reflected off the tin-can shards in dark prismatic waters, refracted spears of realisation and the blinding t......Read the rest...