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PK Wakefield Jul 2012
i have heard sleepness confer with night:

                     GIRLS!

what a boy might, like a boy who works
hard at them, like girls.

                                         A BOY

with tall muscles, who works hard at them,
and would like to glide unvicarious
rills of longingfingers up thighs into
bunches of parting cotton,
JG Fletcher Nov 2016
****, I did not get good sleep last night
Actually, I hardly even slept
Days have been stressful
Seconds have become burdens
Tasks I once anticipated with glee
Dissipated into mundane labor
I'm not going out as much
Life has become a bit more difficult

5 years ago I did not foresee
That this is where my road led me
I spent a lot of sleepness nights
Dreading my past failures
My missed opportunities
How did it come to this?
Why has my demorilization superceded
The calmed demeanor and self esteem
I had once possessed

I feel like I've been living life without
Consequence and lack the responsibility
To turn things on the wayside
Furthering my progression to return
To that road of calmed demeanor,
Rational thinking and love
The love I once had for myself

I need some fresh air
Written on a November evening. A moment of self reflection, clarity and revitalization.
during a starless, sleepness night
   when thoughts and feelings
   are confused yet strong
I hear
Corelli's measured, jubilating voices
praising God

and sense
a master's pride
   immodest
   in its musical perfection
   of transcendental adoration
reach out through centuries

the voice of human suffering
expectant of salvation
yet defiant
sounding victorious
even in its most humble moment
of timed defeat

the beauty of power
born of fragility
Corina Mar 2015
I'm not going to face you
I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not
going to ever admit you might be real

all my poems about you, were based on fiction
and you are not the unknown reason
my soul seems to be screaming
you're not why I don't want to be alive

I don't know the details
just know I shielded my mind from you
just know my heart breaks in two every time you're mentioned
only know, how much I want to run away

but you're not real!
this pain is based on fiction
I couldn't remember you if I wanted to
since you never even happened

and you have nothing to do
with all these sleepness nights
tom krutilla Mar 2014
these sleepness nights
and lonesome dreams
flashback of memories
calmed by fatigue
its useless to wonder
where you might be
your eyes wide open
wanting to see
your new found wind
glides you away
to a place perhaps
you can finally stay
seems best not to fight
or ponder what might
just want to rid myself
these sleepless nights
violaceous Aug 2013
you were once worth
the pain
the boredom
the sleepness nights

but now
you're not worth
any of it
the tears
the heartache
gone

nothing

that is your worth


*(violaceous)
You broke me down again and again and again
But I won't back down...
Like I'll never get used from being abused
It's okay I'll never look down
So where's the sound you made when you are around around my head
I can't sleep at night without you on my bed..
Time goes back down to one and I am missing you
Another sleepness night without the me and you
Another cold coffee and the lights are dimming low
So hit me one more time with a bolt of blue
And maybe this time around, I'll see you in a different view
Bee Jun 2018
Cries pleading out in the dark,
New fears beginning to embark.
Goosebumps rising, sweat dripping,
Anxiety inside, fastly crippling.

Trying so hard to conceal,
All these fears I have to feel.
Faking all those laughs and smiles,
My thoughts so far, miles and miles.

Staring blankly, zoning out,
Positiveness I've started to doubt.
Missed the count of sleepness nights,
Feeling so alone when the pain bites.

Hearing whispers through out the night,
Looking around, no one in sight.
Shivers sent down my spine,
Having the feeling that I'll never be fine.
Xienab Jun 2014
You apologize for falling asleep.

My phone adhering to my cheek by the sweat of "Wishing You Were Here"
It's okay. It'll always be okay.                        

You don't believe me when I tell you that the heavy breathing of your slumber is a lullaby.            
I listen intently.

You man-handle your mornings with the aspirations and ambitions.
A few dark hours of limberness under the silenceness of the moon.

You don't believe me when I tell you that the heavy breathing of your sleepness is a lullaby.
I listen intently.
Intensely.
Martin Aug 2017
I sent my last goodbye
Unto the swirling winds
And sealed it with full of loves
I hope it will come to you
Whenever you are right now

For everyone who does not knew yet
You are not my biological father
But i never felt a stranger with you
I receive your unconditional love
Like your real child

Five days of sleepness nights
I've been waiting for you
To visit in my dreams
But there is no sign
I want to whisper
My final goodbye
PK Wakefield Apr 2014
oh blood the
increasing
of your
quickly                  intense

fragile

     deepness

lurks with the hot sleepness of Summer,

whose languorous muscles prickle
(very steeply with clean waters of health
                                                                          )
.  straying

with new hands
of unmaking breath
between every flower
their fingers go into the
stems of young petals
making, by the brilliant
heat of life, some darkness wholly deeper

(completely more brilliant than
Bedan Adonis Nov 26
I Dreamt In A Sleepness Night
Adonis
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2021







I dreamt of a sleepness night
in a sleepness night
Dream was a deja vu
felt like something I
was reliving
Dream is a morphine
feels like something relieving
Dream is a matchstick
grit in me is rekindling
Dream is a constellation
stars in my sky are relinking
Dream is a cancellation
self-hate in me is relinquished
Dream is a fairy tale
my touch is golden as the king wished
Dream is an eagle
I scale heights with a wing twist
Dream is  savage
cry me a river and please drink it
Dream is a blessing
too much of a blessing that none can jinx it
Dream is persistence
None of the brain cells ever think to click quit
Dream is a DC legend
present a challenge and I shrink it
Dream is tunnel vision
I’ve survive in thick mist
Dream is legitimacy
topping the sick list
Dream is immortality
tailing the sick list
Dream is british
Call me johnny cause the game I englished
Dream is versatile
I adapt with a swift
Dream is an enterpreneur
if a coin is no more worth in my pocket i’m not afraid to risk it
Dream is selective
warns me of the men I should link with
Dream has no make-up on
whispers to me “with mother nature you should sync with”
Dream is a fable
like the rabbit , it is with wit
Dream is angelic
On it wings I glide with
Dream is ………….
@adonisthepoet
Esther Jan 2021
So many questions that I had in my head.
Things that I wanted to ask.
Now you are out of my life and I don't have the change
anymore. It's an unfinished chapter of my life, that's the
way it is. But life goes on, and I doing my best to make
something of it. But I have still an unsatisfied feeling
about all of this. But you can't turn back the time.
We where so good together, you and me.
The same way of thinking, the same sense of humor.
Two different souls with the same lightness in it.
And colors that fit with each other. Everything felted
so good. Almost to good to be true.

And suddenly you left. I've been searching for you
everywhere, had so many sleepness nights. I do
everything I could but you don't come back to me,
an somethimes I am wondering where you will be and
if you think of me from time to time. My heart was so
wounded when you leave and now the wound is almost
healed. But I still felt the pain when I think of you. You
take a part of me with  you.

Now I must start all over again.
Maybe I will find a new love. But there will always be fear
in the back of my mind that it goes wrong, and that I feel so
much pain again. That will always be the risk that you take.
I try to believe in real love, I refused to give up. At one day
I will be together with someone, and being lucky again.
That's where I hold on to. Than I will find my soulmate,
and we will have a deep bond together. Our love don't
will be temporary, it will be forever.
Colm Feb 2020
A stretched of highway in my forehead
A road to travel
I will, must
Be it conscious or in sleepness
I too shall go
I will
I must
Even When Tired, Must Travel
PK Wakefield Jul 2020
i lay here in bed
and my wife’s
beside me her
breathbody is
rhythmically and
i can hear sleepness
which the curved
blades of her back
:(risingandfalling)
commit each after
each of breathing
which her ribs
contain and her nose
vents between cartilage
and membrane making
the finest whistle
only finer than the
thinnest fineness of
her hair which also
is and beside me which
catches the lamp light:::

      SHIMMERING

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