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Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
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I begin to stir
Fragrant scents of memories
Wake to see sunlight
Starting the day with a haiku!
^-^
Lyn ***
Colm Jun 2018
My mind is flint
My tongue the tinder
A spark that is
Just let me die

These were the passing thoughts of mine
Sometimes I wake up just to write.
raquezha Jun 2018
Here you are in my bedroom
Heavily sleeping after a crazy day at work
As I slowly tucked myself in bed beside you
I’m a fan of how you sleep
how such a little angel can be so beautiful
those closed eyes are enough for me to smile
those rosy cheeks that I always ****** a kiss
your lips that I always miss kissing
I always soft pinch your nose and giggle
I laughed every time I caught you waking up
cause you slowly shy yourself away
I always think.. 'ahhww that’s cute'

Here you are in my bedroom
How I wish you’ll stay here forever
you always give me those warmest hugs
those softest kiss

I wanna wake up
beside you
in the nights
when my nightmares come true

I wanna kiss you
whenever I miss you
in the daylight
when I'm alone, just alone

I wanna hold you
and never let you go away
in my dreams
let me sleep again

Here I am sleeping beside you
Inside this dream where I can hold you
without traveling miles just to see you
Inside this dream where I can
feel the warmth of your skin
hear the sound of your breathing
touch the fine lines of your body
I never knew love would be like this
No one taught me that love can feel like this
How can one can explain the burst of emotions
It’s like seeing a plane for the first time
It’s like hearing your mother’s voice for the first time
it’s like a dog waiting for it’s owner to come home
No one taught me how to love
How can one explain something you don’t know
it’s like a caterpillar ,growing into something unknown; a butterfly
It’s like flying but still those feet always touch the ground
I swear I can create a song out of this
we’ll write the lyrics in our bodies
and let our soul be the instrument
and we’ll dance each word that we wrote
I’ll show you what I can do,
We’ll show the world what love can do
I know that I’m still sleeping
and still you’re sleeping beside me
this memory will always be with me.

Here I am ,

I wanna wake up
beside you
in the nights
when my nightmares come true

I wanna kiss you
whenever I miss you
in the daylight
when I'm alone, just alone

I wanna hold you
and never let you goooo away
in my dreams
let me sleep again

Let me sleep until I dream of you again
and I never wanna wake up knowing you're not here
mq May 2018
If you put an open book on your face and breathe in the softness of the pages,
And your cheeks feel the heaviness of the words pressed against them:
You will absorb all the knowledge inside of the book
And the story will sink into your skin, like warmth after a long day in the sun.

If your pyjamas smell like the sun,
They have disappeared into the back of your wardrobe
And gone back home when you were asleep
Returning when the sun peeks in through the lines in your walls.

If it is late in the morning
Then the morning loves you and your sleepy face
and the quietness of your thoughts as you wake.
All rights reserved to Macayla :-) please don't copy/steal, each poem I post is usually something I am proud of.
Under roofs of aging pine
Where the trees in rows align
I awake a forest doss
On a strip of golden shine

Missing shoes is not a loss
When I step a floor of moss
Feel the urge of turning spread
But the light I have to cross

All is faint that comes ahead
Staring at my feet instead
Then I’m left with just a nose
As I in the light embed

Pine cones fall under my toes
Where it’s going, no one knows
But I’ll keep the forest close
Forest close, forest close
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Lorenzo Neltje Apr 2018
Listen to the birds in the morning
Take advantage while it's still cold outside
Go for a walk,
A run,
Just to leave the house
Before the day hits 40
Your eyes still droop
But you ignore the pain in your legs
That came from lack of use
The songs in your head
Replace them
From the bittersweet and violent
To celebration and victory
As you lie in your bed
Thoughts still racing
With the battles in another story
That isn't yours anymore
Right now
You haven't seen the sky so blue
In so long
It hasn't felt like autumn in months
So go out
While this world
Is still cold enough to hold you
Meghan Apr 2018
what is it about
dreams that
we want to
stay on it
even when there
are nightmares?

is it because it
does not mimick
one word
from reality?
Emily Mitchell Mar 2018
Cold wet nose bumps mine
Kitten paws prance on my chest
Purring alarm clock...
I love my kitty,  he is a good alarm clock.
Danielle Mar 2018
Five is the witching hour.
Filled with thick fog, or
Perhaps vivid hallucinations.
Desperate with the need to dream,
Or desperate to wake and stand in the light,
Just creeping up into the inky blue of the sky.
I have a love hate relationship with time and thought about a small series relating to how each hour of the night makes me feel. I've gotten lots of nice feedback about this series and so I figured I'd keep going.
A A Mar 2018
Every time I glance out the window
The clouds have reformed into a new and more beautiful arrangement.
And every time I glance at the clock
I’ve wasted another hour.
After every time I eat
I wince and brush my teeth,
Every time I’m touched
I grimace and shake,
And every time I sleep
I dread the moment I have to wake.
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