Waking Up Poems - Poems about Waking Up

THALIA'S BARK

My dog’s name is Thalia—
she barks when her tummy’s empty,
barks if she wants my attention,
and barks when a stranger wanders too near,
as if she owns the whole block.

One afternoon in the kitchen,
she just wouldn’t stop.
I figured—alright, food again—
so I scooped her a bowl.
But nope. Still barking her head off.

Curious, I went out to see what

KNOWN TO THE UNKNOWN

I was well known 
When I was alone
 
What was the necessity for you to come into my life?
To mess things up with no sign of strife?

You were the sweet dream that made me sleep a little longer
You have become my nightmares that made me a sleepwalker 

My happy world is broken into bits and

waking up leopard

Leopard narrowed his yellow eyes for the night
His body is stretched across upper branch tight
He snores easily, but is awakened by a small boor
This small tasty mammal rustled across the jungle floor

Waking Up In a Supermarket

I go to the supermarket
to buy some mangoes. 
I’ve had five coffees
And spent hours on detangling 
computer wires. 

Reciting a poem I remember 
from fourth grade
I opened another three college 
letters in the mail yesterday.
The mailman’s teeth were yellow. 

We regret to inform you
We regret to inform you
We regret to inform you that

There are no

Waking up early steals your sleep, but sleeping too long steals your peace

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

Waking Up Lonely

In the morning, I dread waking up.
When I do, there is no you.
Since you left me, it's the one thing
I haven't been able to get used to.

There are nights I drink coffee,
Trying to make myself stay awake.
On the hard days I'm missing you,
There are these pills that I take.

In the end, it doesn't matter.
Eventually my

Waking Up in a Concrete Building

Sat in rows dressed for summer, we convene to talk about winter and death. There are four screens in the room.
                           one in front
 left								right   
 

Waking up from trance

burdened wandering among negative energies
although for the most part they impacted him not
he searched in vain for that elusive elixir of love
resonating at a frequency matching his own

poised in stillness, he exited the lucid dream
recognised all as one, as thoughts he did stream

Waking Up In a Stranger’s Flat

I open my eyes.
All around me,
everything is unfamiliar:
unfamiliar wallpaper,
unfamiliar white leather sofa,
unfamiliar country.
I moved here to teach,
and here I am learning
that I’m underprepared,
underqualified,
underdressed,
and hungover.
 
He wouldn’t let me leave last night,
you see.
As the party was dying,
I coloured his bathroom
with oversweet Georgian wine
and washed down chicken wings
that came back up.
He decided:
I could miss the last metro,
sleep

Waking Up

When lilacs with the springtime rise
and weary hordes no longer slumber,
music from God's own guitar now flies
to cajole the misty earthen number;
begin etching the kaleidoscope of summer.

Waking Up to Drop

Grandma goes for her coffee,
whilst grandson keeps his eyes shut…
—Quote by poet

waking up to drop
into the sandman’s beanbag
sheet shifting with sun

Here is my Bliss at Dawn

The dark of night when turns to day, 
When slowly stars begin to blur 
And birds, barely from sleep bestir, 
Older by day, greyer than grey,
Dreams when spill over my pillows 
And in so doing lose some flair… 
In dawn’s refreshing fragrant air, 
When I wallow in waking woes,
The sun when lights up at the

Waking Up Here

In dawn's soft embrace, flickering the light,
Lighting up shadows, bidding night goodnight.
Eyes slowly unveil a world anew,
Morning's palette, a canvas of hue.

Birdsong weaves through the waking air,
A symphony of life, beyond compare.
Silent dreams linger, a fleeting trace,
As reality unfolds, in this waking place.

Gentle breezes dance with morning's cheer,
Embracing the day, dispelling any fear.

Waking up to the Grinch

I woke up in the middle of the night
Hoping Santa Claus might be in sight
I know my parents thought I was in bed so tight
But I heard a thump and I saw a light

Crept down to the living room where things were bright
A hairy green thing was halfway in my vision, my sight
I screamed when

Waking Up

The bedside alarm jerks me rudely
from the slumbering solitude of my bed 
And jolts me into a half-conscious state of confused mania,
As five o'clock shadows intrude upon
the foggy bog of my mind.
Beckoning me to arise from my slumbering nest
of troubled sleep
To meet the misty morning challenge of another day.

Outside my window world
A moonlight sonata calls

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