"wakeing" poems
1 am You are lying in your bed,
2 am You cant sleep,
3 am You are rgreting your chocies,
4 am You are finding your sight fadeing,
5 am You are batteling for your life,
6 am You are takeing your last breath,
7 am There are wakeing up finding you
DEAD.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 9:09 AM UTC
At 3 am when sleep won't call, the mind goes places it shouldn't ought.
To past times of joy and some of pain but mostly to thoughts of future days.
For in those waves between wake and sleep, others walk through your thoughts and dreams.
Some simply pass and head on through, others kick off their travellers shoes.
They pull up a chair and in that altered state are as real as flesh in the wakeing world.
But the thoughts I like and hold most dear are the thoughts that somehow seem quite surreal.
Friends be you close or an ocean away, you wandered into my thoughts today.
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
it's been a while since i've woken up
before everyone
its quiet
and restful
there's also no one
giving me looks
those will come though
when everyone else wakes too
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 6:19 PM UTC
She walks in strays
And goes by her own ways
You can see her smiles
In about miles away
You could hear her laughs
And you would see her demeanors
But yet, she's anonymous
She's nobody
She's anonymous
She goes down rivers
But she'll never quiver
She stays low,
But yet she's always high
High as the mountains could go
As she jumps down streams
You could hear her screams
Bouncing from tress and skies to our own very eyes
But yet, she's anonymous
She's nobady,
She's anonymous
Her voice carries on
Like melodies from a song
So beautiful and so tempting not to listen
And the look she gives is so treasen
We'll find ourselves stumbling down
And wakeing up, wondering how?
But yet she's anonymous
She's nobody
She's anonymous
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC