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Insomnia

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2010-2012 Poems

"Sleep"-Oh how I miss thee!
Sleep, you came and you left
Without cradling me...

I toss and turn, refuge in a ruffled burrow.
Shadows underneath the eyes,
Awake on a restless pillow.

Sleep! Your absence makes me weep...
Bring peace to this tired consciousness,
I've lost count of the sheep.

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-(c)jerlin 10Oct11 - insomia attacks on 'auth season'

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Sleep Deprivation

Desperate for an end
Particularly for this wasted time
Sitting here with empty thoughts
Debating on my crime

I come to a conclusion
As well as I have come to many
Looking for truth or insight
Or for something of which there are not many

I bled
I looked
I cried
I wondered
I dabbled through my mind
I found that there is nothing left
For nothing gets left behind

I'm convinced I'm lying to myself
And hopefully I believe
For if not I could destroy myself
Before I even leave

This thing that feeds on me
Gnawing and preventing sleep
Is merely just a phase, a weakness,
a joke
I will survive for I believe

So goodbye dear friend
Goodbye to you too stranger
For you I no longer have use
I only have myself to trust
To hold on to
And to love

But this will not be the last of me
For soon I will return
I may appear the same
I may not
I will leave that for you to discern

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem I wrote early one sleepless night, soon before I left.

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Bed Time

Unfocused eyes, a fading mind.
Eyes wide open frozen in time.
A pounding in my chest I fear to close my eyes and rest.
Marked for life and marked for death.
I can’t breathe, oh yea I’m holding my breath.
And morning comes once again, is this a battle without end?

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Hi all i'm new, not sure if i even qualify to post.

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6.45 a.m.

If I could sleep through all the days and nights,
Till the sun burst open like a cheap beach ball
And spewed hot death that shone like fairy lights;

 

If I could sleep until the end of time,
Immersed in honeysuckle ignorance
And wake to find an I. O. U. from God
Post-it noted to my droopy eyelid;

 

If I could sleep till love no longer meant pain,
And the dreams I dreamt jumped ship from my head,
With that unbridled joy so fearful to name;

 

If I could sleep past all man’s waking
Knowingness, and find at the end myself
Untouched, as pristine as the Swiss Alps,
For still in my sleepy dreams I dreamt of sleep;

 

Why, then I would tumble through the darkling cracks.
I would answer sleep’s sweet carrion call.
For,
If I could sleep, and hope for nothing more,
Then would I have my empty dreams fulfilled.

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In The Arms of The Mother

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Poetry

Where it was where it is where it will be again
the sun sets the sun sleeps
the sun goes down on the living

Living dying dreaming under the moon's glow
the moon sings the moon comforts
the moon cradles the people in her arms.

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To Sleep or Not To Sleep

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*NEW* 2011

So tired

Falling asleep

I should really go to bed

But I keep drifting off

Finding myself

Caught in a sea of blue

Held by the tightest embrace

Experiencing blissful nothing

And I don’t want to pull away

Author's Notes/Comments: 

6/24/10

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Sleepless

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2010

Twisting, turning, learning
Why the night's for sleeping,
Seconds creeping through my head,
I'm filled with dread-
What if I never sleep again?
 

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Manic Sleep

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Poems

Always running into the distance
Never looking into the darkness
Dreaming awake; sleep deprived
Like an oxygen starved lung
Fending for its last fix
Darkness approaching
Eclipses shattering every moment
Into infinite shards of brilliantly
Luminescent quartz crystal
Holding a secret; a secret which is life.

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Another disorderly writing.

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"Crush in Slumber"

by Jeph Johnson

 

I crush in slumber,
the frail couch under,
my journey ends when I wake.
I stare through my eyelids,
emotions are hidden,
awakened only by mistake.

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1985 

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