Tiredness Poems - Poems about Tiredness

White Ted looked flat; that hair and pyjama bed smell. She was getting heavier My bleary eyes trying not to sleep. Bone protruded from flesh, blooded the seat and gearstick; leaning in best I could to cannulate, set up drip by torchlight as Firefighters started cutting. She smiled and tightened her grip; I kissed her forehead still feeling the bitter cold. Fluorescent coat...

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Rest is no cure for tiredness, the more you rest, that expands double the score Dull, steady, boring bulge weary every second more and more ...

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My eyes hurt as I awake When a lack of sleep attacks me Another difficult time waking up Although, less difficult than the last I struggle to keep my cogs working, As I leave the comfort behind And start anew...

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The old lonely basket weaver Keep weaving in a moody silence Great soul always suffers silence One eyed after an accident Do a living by weaving baskets Children are awed into silence too Weaving baskets The bamboo pieces Criss crossing No carelessness or else fingers hurt Only hard work, pains, tiredness and sorrows Being criss crossed tight and firm No one can help and disturb Silence speaks...

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Eclipse without sun I am etiolated, enfeebled, bereft my backbone heavy and limp, muscles stale and indurate from disuse I try to lift my face, feel the light, even the dawn or dusk, even when fog would cloud my vision but I cannot move, for my neck is fixed, vertebrae seized, locked, eyes that...

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Sphinx this ugly, amorphous monster is stalking me again loathsome, foul blackened heart half-eaten by vicious, resentful loathing it feeds on me, tears me, rips into my viscera, fanged words perverse and savage scalding my insides, scouring me – not clean, but raw and used, the filthy residue left by its path clinging to my insides, making me cough, choke trying to vomit out this clot I am haunted...

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I used to scrub my memory clean I packed the sadness Into an old cupboard Before I packed my tiredness Into the night And slept soundly I locked the rain and the wind outside I never let the cupboard open nor let the sun in Hoping that the sadness will degenerate and walk away With the old days And with the old cupboard When the...

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A headache is not Simply healed with a pill When it happens to be A gigantic problem without a solution A non-ending pile of work accumulating A deadline without any bonus of time A state of tiredness without a break And so a headache lingers on Until a decision is reached tomorrow...

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From birth to middle age Tell tale signs sending us into a rage Not knowing what to expect Slowly approaching wondering what comes next Hot flushes to mood swings I wish someone would have told me these things Trying to find a way to cope Visits to the doctor for a glimmer of hope Feelings of anxiety and despair Searching for remedies it’s so...

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This subject has caught my attention when one night I hardly slept at all one day I suffered extremely sore back realising both had a pain even for the tall After that night of little sleep for me the next day I was tired like never before it felt like a pain from deep within dragging me down paining my inner core I...

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in summer twilight cattle run to shed with dust tired cowboy with stick -Thursday, June 13, 2019 Chattogram...

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i've grown weary of this story growing weary of this frame oh so weary of this cosmos in which I got this name and I can't remember why I came I'm fearful for the leaving can't seem to quit the game oh how I love this loathsome body I carry with me night and day and when I look into the mirror I see a stranger face sweet solace sought...

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(V1) She mastered fatigue like a bible that hadn't opened for awhile (V2) Like a bible that hadn't opened for awhile she mastered fatigue...

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I’m surmounted by age-old anxiety, and bright dreams of laying under a stone to mark my place among people on every side of me, worm-eaten and absolutely alone. I move through the days in chains of nostalgic tragedy, with new reasons to bury beneath the old oaks with wounded flesh and all of the things that madden me, a heavy heart, and a...

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Have you seen-- How much is still pungent - And sour our misery upon lips! Have you seen-- How confusing words will be, If from tears jumped out -- Our aspirations, With songs and stars! Have you seen-- How apparently pale our dream, How wither in the orbits Of the night stealthily, Then suddenly being expunged! Have you seen-- How the questions drained! How terrifying, Were the...

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