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martin murray Apr 2014
laying and relaxing in my bed
on my pillow and mattress
to comfort my head
a sunday of peacefulness
as the fragrant sheets
subtly put me to sleep
and circulates in the air
a single indent of my derriere
welcomes me back to my lair
as a habitual slumberer
missing the imprint of a partner
while the whirr of technology
taints the atmospheres synergy
i fall asleep in a inane clump
while my subconscious is in charge
and in cessation for a recharge
Madeline Hicks Nov 2021
Autumn, once again
Has awoken this sleepless slumberer,
She drags about to lumber
through her day to day,
Watching herself waste away.
But now, Autumn has returned,
Pumpkin and cinnamon lace the air
Apple cider to prepare,
And heavy coats wrapped tightly
Around shaking fingers,
The warmth, of one last kiss that lingers
And the way the firelight dances,
Whisking memories of frost away.
Sleepless slumberer blinks, cracked skin
Splits into a smile,
Watching the cascade of inferno
Fall from weathered trees.
Each, to its own season,
Like the slumberer, whose reason,
Has finally been refreshed, at ease.
It is Autumn, and she is pleased.
Daniel Z Mamza Sep 2017
In your voice, I speak
I'm unconquerable, I am unbeatable
And I cant be defeated by the weird silence nor
The eldritch darkness

Am not ashamed to speak for you
Am the light in you
You are made from me for me; you behold my face
But in your heart, a war rages
A war of self-condemnation, a life devoid of chastity

You stand alone
Broken, petrified, voiceless
But I speak for you
I speak to you, and I speak through you

Youre no longer a slave to fear
You have the light in you, dont hold it all in
Like dust trampled upon many feet
You shall rise and speak forth!

Up from the repeated trampling upon
Up from the pseudo self-preservation
Awake, thou slumberer
The world await earnestly for your rising
I in you, together hand in hand
We will conquer
We are invictus
Yes, you have a voice and you're no longer a slave
To fear
Perfect Love Cast Out All Fears
Tiberias Paulk Feb 2016
Wake up from slumber brother where is your mind
uncover rubble slumberer the truth you've yet to find
raise your voice up whisperer the serpents coil poised
they strangle at our throats, and we've yet to make a noise
smile knowingly devourer the earth is nearly reaped
wake up from slumber brother, lest it happen while you sleep
I don’t remember sleeping
The act of unconsciousness
An awakening of conscience
A letting-go of stress

Becoming something organic
Folded into dotted wood
And fabrics made of ghost
Torpid fibres snake my blood

The calendar flicked through days
The clock ticked through time
Smacked out my mind adventures
Back when I was in my prime

Thinking way outside the box
Deep slumberer in rictus tomb
At one with earth and universe
As safe as mother’s womb

Cruelly wrenched back to life
Birthed hard from safe oblivion
Dreams jet-washed like pebble-dash
Still waiting for event horizon


© pofacedpoetry – Billy Reynard-Bowness (2018) – All right’s reserved
The oblivion of sleep.....
Lexie Oct 2015
like a goodmorning kiss
you embrace the horizon
your golden fingers reach out
ready to dive-in

you wash the fields
in your golden essence
and all who awaken
embrace your presence

slowly you rise up
to fill these empty skies
and I lift my slumberer's head
to look you in the eyes

so many times before
have we begun this dance
each time, again I stay
so not to miss a chance

the melody of your rays
slowly claim their place
you are much to bright
for me to see your face

a bright and blinding beauty
I could never  dare to atain
it is enough to sense your presence
I beg that you remain

bound to the sky
by an immortal chain
my Light, I know your dance
will never be in vain

I could never wish to tame
the passion beneath your skin
for I would only be burned
if you ever let me in

to touch, would mean an end
so I would never dare
I resign to my humble hope
that you could even care

you leave me alone
with the promise of a dream
but I have been told
things are not as they seem

until the next moring
my soul and heart shall yearn
only one deity can rule the sky
each must take their turn

I shall retain my nights
for my nights are mine alone
yet as a gift, I give you my days
for my days are yours to own

if I asked you sweetly
would you dare to let me run
the skies you've always owned
the skies of the morning sun

I stand so breathlessly
at the sight of you
veiled in this moring
and shrouded in the dew

I want to walk beside you
tracing every single step
following each and everyone
until none of them are left

none could compare
to your sweet light
but still you hide it
in the coolness of the night

you blush bright at dawn
like a gentle  maiden's cheek
my friend, on your endless journey
I hope you find what you seek

you never look back
to the places you have been
you will always dance
to the heavens - and back again
Violet Jul 2020
A modeled body,
beautifully curved,
Her ballerina pose,
reaching for the stars.

Her branches,
oh! so poise,
swirls with the breeze.
A breeze carrying-
Dreams of a slumberer,
desires of a lover,
grief of a melancholic
and words of a poet.

She takes it all in with a whiff.

Through her veins,
these stories find their way to ravine of leaves,
to bloom like a coryphée.
Until thunder of senility hits her,
And she melts into her home;
merges with the soil.
Crazy how mind works sometimes

— The End —