"slumberer" poems - Hello Poetry

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

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Apr 14, 2014

Apr 14, 2014 at 2:49 AM UTC

abstractionist

Past 12am

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

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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

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Sep 20, 2017

Sep 20, 2017 at 3:47 AM UTC

LudamDaniel

A VOICE FROM THE VOICELESS

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

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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

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Feb 4, 2016

Feb 4, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC

TiberiasPaulk

Wake Up

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

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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

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Nov 21, 2018

Nov 21, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC

pofacedpoetry

OBLIVION

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

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*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*

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Oct 17, 2015

Oct 17, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC

wordsinthewind

Sun Dance

*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*

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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.

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Jul 14, 2020

Jul 14, 2020 at 3:25 AM UTC

Violetsamood

Life of Green

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.

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