Melatonin
Telephonin’
In a good night’s sleep
Time releasing
Seems decreasing
Won’t till morning keep
Categories:
somnolence, sleep,
Form: Rhyme
Glare sleepy air
Flair prompts affair
Glare airy feel
Sleepy time wills
Glare sunny gaze
Choice mellows daze
Glare noonday light
Drowsy odd sight
Leon Enriquez
04 April 2018
Singapore
Categories:
somnolence, allusion,
Form: Couplet
Falling into sleep
In noonday heat deep
Feel the drowsy dirge
Watch sleepy emerge
Humid breezy binge
As dreary frames tinge
Eyes slowly drooping
Siesta now drifting
Dreamy textures move
Page by page sleep grooves
Somnolence gains ground
Sleepy body found
Leon Enriquez
27 October 2017
Singapore
Categories:
somnolence, change,
Form: Couplet
Crust critters sew shut my eyelids
I struggle to remember my what-should-I-do-and-did’s
But I can’t crawl out or from under the sheet
The mattress sighs then , caresses my feet
If my ears dare not deceive me, then perhaps it is my head.
“Shh…dear, why don’t you just come back to bed?”
And I lay me down among the pussy willow,
Just a foolish girl in love with her pillow
Categories:
somnolence, sleep,
Form: Rhyme
He curls up behind her,
His every curve,
Melting into her own.
The setting sun
Reflects from the lake
And dances across the ceiling
Like the aurora borealis
And they watch the display
In sleepy silence.
The temperature slowly drops.
He pulls the cover higher
On her.
For the first time in her life,
She feels safe.
His hand cups her breast,
As she drifts to dreaming,
With a tiny smile on her face.
He kisses her hair
And follows her.
Goodnight.
© 2012
Ruby Honeytip
Categories:
somnolence, love
Form: Free verse
Reveling in the crisp fall weather,
Autumn dreams her time away.
Lulled by all the beauty 'round her,
Forgetting that good times don't stay.
Startled from her dreams when feeling
The first touch of wintry breeze,
Autumn packs her fading garments,
Waves goodbye to barren trees.
Categories:
somnolence, nature,
Form: Rhyme
No sanity yet content,
my nights are better off spent.
Not dreaming of delusions that will never pass,
subjecting my heart made of glass.
Living on the brink of madness,
repeatedly setting myself up for sadness.
For once I'm certain of one thing,
I do not know what the future will bring.
Accepted that I can do no more for myself and one that I love,
memories of our lives are hard to speak of.
No tossing or turning in frustration,
rising out of bed with a wretched sensation.
There is no somnolence in my mind,
seeking peace that I'll probably never find.
Categories:
somnolence, angst, depression, peace
Form: Rhyme