E over c2 Jun 16
i walked into the room tea in hand
to see you in my sheets
wearing my shirt because it "smells like comfort"
i cannot express how i felt in that moment
in similes i can try
its as if the horizon of ideas in my mind had a sun setting across it
as if beauty in its most pure and natural form laid out in-front of me
mother nature sending beams of orange yellow purple light across
my minds sky
and there you lie.
as peaceful as soft water falls out in the wild
your wild hair fell onto my pillows like golden silk


this i haven't felt before.
to be in complete awe at the sight of someone who deserves nothing but the best in all the little things in this big world
little like bedsheets and cold cups of tea
little like hands gliding up and down your soft skin
little like little naps before having to rush off back to "home"
i wish you didnt have to rush off.
because falling asleep with you in my arms is a sight i can get used to.

we had a night filled with ecstasy to bliss to peacefulness.
here's to many more
I come home again and there you sit
On the couch under the tvs grip

You never move, complain when I leave
I have asked you to come and join me

No you say, you're to tired for that
You rather go take your daily nap

So you escape to the room with bed
There you are laid now resting your head

Off you go having those horrid dreams
Keep this up, it'll be reality
emnabee May 26
I want to hide here
in between inertia
and laziness.

Curl up
in a ball
and, cat-like,
cover my face with my paw.

After a time,
I might stretch
and come back to life.

Or I might
decide to stay
like this
for the long haul.

You never know.
So tired.
Tonight, my two exhausted eyes refused to fold
And my timid soul is all restless and wide awake
Just Craving warmth and sleep but winter is cold
Oh deep sleep, give me thy frail hands to take .

It is very late and the sleep I crave is elusive
It's Casually playing by the rules of the universe
And the sleep I seek this hour appears less active
Saving the sweet yawning and naps that I deserve .

Night is here but sleep seeps beyond the light
Come back to where thy sleepy presence is needed
Oh Come you insomnia master of the starry night
Come to where a little bit of nap is appreciated .

Tonight I will genuflect before my bed and weep
Oh come to me now you dark and sleepy phenomenon
Bring me thy sweet dream to process when I sleep
Come and help me find that sleepy elusive demon .

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Sleep deprived and tormented, the soul cries for help..For some people it happens just a night,for others,.it takes forever to come ..thus  this poem1
Renee 'Wisera' Nov 2017
Energy sizzles under my skin
Teeth clenched
Muscles ready to dive right in

Even water sits like a stone
In my stomach
Wants to come up from thoughts alone

Poised and ready with nowhere to go
Hands folded
I'm feeling ready to explode!

Anxious about what will come next
Eyes wet
Nothing to do but to progress

So tired but trying to go on
Body sore
Naps are nice but it won't last long
Zara Oct 2017
Eyes are stinging slightly,
the tiredness is always there.
The world of sleep is mighty,
through days it makes us bear.

Oh it could be so easy,
to fall fast asleep.
It would be less painful,
than to lay awake and weep.

Weep is not the only thing,
sometimes I stay awake and ponder.
At times I even laugh and smile,
and ever so often I wonder.

Because at night it's still and silent,
and my thoughts have room to roam.
So why should I fall into slumber,
when my thoughts have found their home.  

A night owl people call me,
but that's the wrong phrase to use.
I love to sleep no more than you,
but at night my thoughts let loose.

So don't you even question,
the naps I take at day,
It's bright and loud and noisy,
and my thoughts are far away.
m Jul 2017
my eyelashes have turned to stone. my lips are soft, my breathing is even.
my ears have been pierced
with the drumming of time.

acceptance is the sheets,
and my windows have no shades.
attempts to escape; the future will come,
if you wish it so or not.

and so I lay, 3pm on a tuesday in July,
under covers, awaiting my fate
as a lover with no shelter and a killer with no shame.
depression naps ammiright?
Richard Grahn May 2017
Snuggled together
In a nest full of feathers
Four wings and a nap

Little hearts they are beating
As these lovebirds lie sleeping
To whom I put in my trust and belief
World is full of people with many faces
How can apprehensive heart get relief
Hatred is ingrained in all coming races

Circus is on, on the earth and around
People play tricks to win the moment
Hounds,  vultures are busy on ground
Very many odds that one has to confront

Humans are less while animals  more
After every step there is but real trap
What to condemn and what just to adore
In winter bears await for any one to nap

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Knit Personality Oct 2016
O care-inventing child, why dost thou scream?
     Thou should'st not fret to quit a while thy toys.
Nor scornest thou the chance to sweetly dream
     Whilst yet the sun his keenest beam employs.
No punishment is this; no, 'tis a gift
     From her that kisseth now thy weary head:
Receive it softly: let the sandman sift
     His timeless sands above thy person'd bed.
Too soon wilt thou a feeling as weary know
     When selfish Obligation will thy pleas
For peace ignore, and force thee to forgo
     A gentle sleep for half-awake unease.
Relish thy sleep before thou know'st too well
The stimulant that spoils the poppy's spell.
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