Poetry Blogs (sleep)
Dark Lullaby
As this first night knows me
as my soul becomes its dream
I understand my small being
is one with time's vast scream.
Even now I know between
my heart's first aspen flutter
and its last soft ashen beat
endless dark passions must clutter
my every empty lonely night
and bear down to hold my mind;
only this one moment knows a calm:
a velvet dark - a fusty smell - fi...
Thursday 10th October 2019 4:23 pm
Will you be mind?
My time
Is not mine
But our time
You’ve made your bed in my dreams
I lie in it
But
this isn’t me
See,
I would part with my skin
If it weren’t attached
And never look back
But
Each night when I close my eyes for sleep
I see you in my head
Your feet poke out one side of your bed
And oh,
It makes me giddy for you
And so,
I end up crawling in bes...
Thursday 15th August 2019 9:13 am
Nadir
It was a strange
waking -
perhaps the wraith of a memory of a dream
lay with me,
offering some
hazed contentment
yet
a waking
knowing
the pillow
beside me
is
empty
Thursday 4th April 2019 3:17 pm
HELP!!
Is it a Curse .. or God's Grace
To live alone heart and place
Suffering what I always face
Hopeless to be myself again
Are these changes good for me
To be lonely always or not to be
To live away of what I see
I lost my hope and brain
Sadly to wake up and sleep
Painful to feel yourself cheap
Living alone hurts in deep
I wish to know why, but in va...
Wednesday 13th March 2019 8:00 am
Black Starlit Dream
In the frost sharp moonless night
the stars light the air
with a quiet and mystic brilliance
much closer than of yore
as a still quiet
blankets
the world below
Through the cold crystal dark night
a ghost drifts the grass
silent echo of a whispered flight
tree high above my eye
its soft locus
stalking
the land below
Through an ice star argent glea...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 3:47 pm
A poet's sleepless night
I find myself yawning again and again,
But I can't sleep, which is a real pain.
I lie on my left side, then on my right,
But, for me, there is no sleep in sight.
Next, I turn and lie flat on my back,
But, of any sleep, there is still a lack.
I lie there, looking up at the ceiling:
Pretty drained, is how I am feeling.
I wish my system would just slow down,
But, through my mind, th...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 8:24 am
Bed Time
Bedtime
Do you ever lie there at night,
With memories running through your mind
of times gone by, to come, to never be?
I heard meditation lets you slow these down,
See all of them at once or not at all,
To just be there - thoughts floating through your mind
like tiny boats sailing the wind in a breeze,
Peacefully gliding through your consciousness
Like a kite rippl...
Friday 12th October 2018 11:17 am
I hope the "sleep" function is working
You have fallen asleep with the radio on.
Electromagnetic waves push inanities
into air that should at this time be only for breathing.
I lie and wait for the dull click
that will bring silence billowing down
onto your slumber and my wakefulness
knowing that the same sound, too soon
will tear me from the sleep
I should have accepted I needed
much earlier.
Tuesday 11th September 2018 8:28 pm
Above The Light Of The Morning Star
Above The Light Of The Morning Star
Pity the dark eyed man who chases sleep.
Yet, pity more, the man who finds that realm
and dances with his friends, long gone,
then wakes to find such loneliness in his heart.
A father’s hand laid gently on his shoulder
or a mothers kiss to say farewell on leaving.
These are the magic lanterns
of the ghosts that are their ghosts.
...Tuesday 11th September 2018 7:45 pm
I Am Tired
I am tired.
Tired of the moment my body urges me to go to bed.
I am tired.
Tired of lying here waiting for sleep to take over.
I am tired.
Tired of waiting and waiting and waiting...
I am tired.
Tired of suddenly waking up in the middle of the night and being unable to fall back asleep.
I am tired.
Tired of waking up in the morning and not being well rested.
I am so tired.
Tuesday 14th August 2018 1:19 pm
Succubus
waking
in their bed
beneath the slates
waking
as in a dream
slowly aware
waking
completely
waking
in the window airs
waking
in the hush
of the night
palely lit by her lucent light
the night
calls to him
and he walks out
the night
absorbs him
summer dew wet on his feet
her cool breath on his naked flesh
the quiet mysterious night
s...
Saturday 7th July 2018 6:28 pm
Let The Night Fall
Let The Night Fall
Let the night fall and cover us
with heavy molasses sleep
that makes our bodies
sink into soft linen sheets.
Clouds of pillows
swirling round
our dream filled heads.
Let the night fall and still
the howling creatures
clawing at the doors
of our subconscious..
Folds of duvet
cushioning
the ravages of life.
Let ...
Tuesday 10th April 2018 2:44 pm
Can't sleep
Fighting this beast of sad mediocrity
Gouging its eyes out to kill its soul
Body racked with tempestuous anxiety
Cannot sleep
Pain of living
Nothing but void
A vacuum where nothing grows
An empty space full of ideas going nowhere.
Wednesday 4th April 2018 12:03 pm
Haunting Lulaby.
There's a ghost in my room
That sings me to sleep
Whispering in my ear
A sweet symphony
With a simple melody
That has a heart mending remedy
But the words that it sings
I can't remember for the life of me
The voice is familiar
But can't put it to a face
I remember something similar
When my mind was in a better state
All I can hope
Is that it never leaves
Because if it were to depart
...
Saturday 17th February 2018 1:13 pm
When I Am A Sleep Or Awake
{When I Am A Sleep Or Awake}
When I am a sleep or awake I dream of you all the same
©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer Originally written in 2016 but posting here on February 15,2018
Thursday 15th February 2018 10:36 pm
Twilight Reclusive
When the night doth come, weary follows distantly.
Toiling farther from the dawn with each passing sunset, offers not the distraction so sought out by its woeful captor.
With worried mind and worried soul and yearning for slumber. Not for rest, but for release.
Relentless is the repeat of ruminating reasoning. Soul wrenching speculation scews sensibility, until slowly and sluggishly sle...
Monday 13th November 2017 12:48 am
Sleeping in a Forest
Everyone deserves a dream or two.
Sleeping in a Forest
Light and fire and music
all dance within me
in this perfect, silent forest
as she welcomes me to her breast,
full with fallen seeds and crinkled leaves
for my head; my bed of ashen river stones,
murmured possums, and repose. Long I slept
while overhead the white-hot starfields
bent to their nightly arcs...
Monday 30th January 2017 9:16 am
Stolen Sleep
The Fact of no naps no snaps or snap backs
To wake you up from the fact you were never sleep
Can't sleep for the time you weep but seep
Into the fact that you can't sleep
Wanting to have dreams and past a test with ease
But I can't sleep
There has been a robbery where sleep doesn't reflect on eat
From the fact eat didn't take care of sleep
To where somebody has stolen eat a...
Thursday 2nd June 2016 6:24 am
Her eyelids finally met that night, as they were about to conceive that beautiful child called Sleep
There was a rattle in her bones as the Sandman whispered in her ear
"There will be no rest for the wicked and the dammed, My Darling, My Dear.
So what the Hell are you doing here?"
She never slept again.
Wednesday 16th March 2016 6:38 pm
Asleep in the concious body
I don't know what he's saying
But reality keeps fading
I see no sense in those speeches
Maybe because no word of his reaches
The spirit slips away
The sounds arround transform into waves by the bay
Am I dead yet ? I don't think so
It's my imagination that want's me to bow
Bow down from its power
like I am a little coward
I am asleep in a concious body
Wednesday 28th October 2015 3:01 pm
- For my sleeping Savannah.
Sleep my lovely, and dream my lovely.
Close your eyes and see, my lovely.
See the fifth dimension that has formed within you,
See the universe behind your eyes.
See the truth behind the lies, see the world without disguise.
- Stars dance, in a floating sway.
Creating a rip through the milky way.
Black holes begin to turn and swirl,
...Monday 24th August 2015 7:04 pm
DREAMS OF A LIFE
As a new day dawns and I open my eyes
I look upon a world in painless surprise.
A smile creeps across my hopeful face
as I lie in bed, my comfy place.
A tentative move; a testing stretch but
then comes a cough and my face is etched
with pain, like a stalker in darkened streets
as I grudgingly rise to my unsteady feet.
Reaching to grab at the windowsill and
hold...
Thursday 4th June 2015 1:35 pm
It's five to three and my mind won't quiet
A million different thoughts congregated
In a rioted debate
I wait on the clock to stop but the
Tick tick tick is keeping me awake
Time stopping time from stopping.
It's strange, the unconscious brain
Like tapping into the universe
In sleep.
Body in a slumped heap
I lie awake with these thoughts
Ironically keeping me up
Simultaneously worryin...
Friday 8th May 2015 11:32 pm
Midnight Manoeuvres
Thursday 7th May 2015 12:24 pm
WORLD SLEEP DAY
In 2015 this day is on the 13th of March
Sleep is a special form of the existence
It gives strength to a daytime wakefulness.
A healthy person wakes up with a feeling of freshness.
A good sleep maintains physical and mental health.
And everyone knows that it’s the main wealth.
Minimal level of brain activity and reduced reaction
Brings your body after sleep to the normal action.
...
Friday 13th March 2015 5:30 pm
Bedtime
Some produce from sleep deprivation...
Eyelids fall and so do we
from this rope a wishful me,
No ground to touch, no cold hard floor
fully circle, no breaks, so sure.
Or is it warm?
Does it cushion the smash?
Cover sharp corners, prevent the thrash?
Then there's the harness
stopping it all,
Those big icey eyeballs
Keeping you cool
I don't want the harness
I just want the fa...
Monday 17th November 2014 8:13 pm
Recurring Nightmare
I dreamt I killed, then buried deep,
The memories that slighly seeped,
Like pricking pins in eyes that saw
Me hurt, then kill, then hurt some more.
When I awoke I did not know,
If the cellar parts were true or faux,
My parts were there, sure,
Tacked to brick,
To prick,
To prick,
To prick.
Friday 4th July 2014 1:29 pm
Passion & Pleasure
Softness envelopes you like a warm cloud
Sensuous touch brings us closer than skin
Time stops for almost endless moments as
We fly higher than the moon in the morning.
We are always good together methinks and
"Nothing can do us any harm"- like that song
We made out to from the White Album many
Years ago when you were just as beautiful
As you are tod...
Tuesday 12th November 2013 1:53 pm
Human Wreckage
See their faces so jaded
With all the torturous barking they hear
Over and over and over again
Assaulting their innocent ears
Our mouths keep spitting out poison
There’s bile wrapped in every word
After all these years of affection
How did our love become so absurd?
And I hope, just hope
You sleep sound and safe in your single bed on this night
I kn...
Monday 14th October 2013 6:28 pm
The Middle of The Night
When she wakes in the night she sticks out her elbows and lifts up her knees
That tends to let in a cool sort of breeze
So I pull back the sheets and cuddle up tight
When she stirs in the middle of the night
She’ll turn to her left and lie on her side
So I’ll do the same and cuddle up beside
But restless thoughts always turn me again
When I stir in the middle o...
Tuesday 15th January 2013 1:10 am
Z
Z, is it merely a typo for X,
a phone pushed too hard
or misplaced fingers on qwerty keyboard?
Or does Z mean sleep tight?
Alas I can never sleep as tight
as when I finally hold you in my arms
and wake to sunshine even in a perilous Pennine Autumn.
Sunday 2nd September 2012 10:46 pm
LET SLEEP COMETH
LET SLEEP COMETH
Around and around the sad and dreary night spins
in my tortured world full of wakefulness.
It’s the same every time, unable to fall off the edge
into oblivion and peaceful sleep.
I feel so heavy with fatigue, like my limbs are weighted with lead,
the tablets I had an hour ago haven’t worked so what must I do now?
Suicide would be an answe...
Friday 9th March 2012 6:00 pm
Seventh day blues
Tired of Sunday’s parades,
the rebel child slept;
He hated Monday,
Slept right through,
Hated Tuesday,
Slept through that too.
The rebel child would not wake,
On Wednesday nor on Saturday.
But he awoke on Sunday morn,
Wishing he had not been born.
He muted himself, for he would n...
Thursday 5th January 2012 11:13 am
in sleep
The rain snaps
on the window pane
like sticks.
Sleeping
a young man’s sleep -
he’s gone
head back
neck curved
a swan.
Breathe even
breathe deep
dream on
dream sweet.
I don’t sleep
lie thinking
I’ll not pass
this way
again as
dawn breaks
with rain.
Next night
alone
I fe...
Thursday 15th December 2011 10:41 am
Delicate
On a bit of a writing spree at the moment...
Usually not a good sign...
Delicate
Maybe quiet times,
Holding tight, a lost
Limb in paradox.
Floating, timid touching
And left over bone
On bone.
All quivers, left
To the elements
And empty.
We talk about
Ourselves in the
Third person,
...
Thursday 21st July 2011 1:31 am
Nap Nap
Another quick one, needs work...
Nap Nap
Tuesday 17th May 2011 3:07 pm
As you sleep
I woke in the middle of the night
Slurred with illness cold tickling
My throat; my nose red raw. I saw
your body eloquent as a choir
corpse-still your bones were breathing
singing, the chorus chant sighing through you
orchestra woman. My favourite part:
the string section, its high toned rend
tore my heart in two.
A broken up shadow your body
...
Wednesday 26th January 2011 3:40 pm
Hero
Once-upon-a-time, a barman worshipped the Sun.
Worked nights so didn’t see much of it
but in his head he’d got stories of
the Fire God supreme,
Blaze Lord,
vanquishing monsters who'd eat out your dreams.
He called the Sun ‘Hero’,
believed it had six pairs of arms,
giant wings of flame
and the handsomest nose in the galaxy.
Made moons blush
and g...
Friday 17th December 2010 1:38 pm
Sleep Beaurocracy
hungry for his next audit
nostils flare to savour the scent of insomnia
As he approaches, the silence is startled
the house groans, the plumbing gets nervous,
a panicked bird call fades away
he slides between a gap in the curtains, around a slightly open door.
I feel his touch creeping on my mind
a pin legged centipede tatooing my memories
...
Wednesday 2nd June 2010 4:41 pm
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