Sleep Poems
I Am
by John Clare
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
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Disabled
by Wilfred Owen
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.
About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees,
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,-
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The Duel
by Eugene Field
The gingham dog and the calico cat
Side by side on the table sat;
'T was half-past twelve, and (what do you think!)
Nor one nor t' other had slept a wink!
The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate
Appeared to know as sure as fate
There was going to be a terrible spat.
(I wasn't there; I simply state
What was told to me by the Chinese plate!)
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The Country Of Marriage
by Wendell Berry
I.
I dream of you walking at night along the streams
of the country of my birth, warm blooms and the nightsongs
of birds opening around you as you walk.
You are holding in your body the dark seed of my sleep.
II.
This comes after silence. Was it something I said
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A Red Palm
by Gary Soto
You're in this dream of cotton plants.
You raise a hoe, swing, and the first weeds
Fall with a sigh. You take another step,
Chop, and the sigh comes again,
Until you yourself are breathing that way
With each step, a sigh that will follow you into town.
That's hours later. The sun is a red blister
Coming up in your palm. Your back is strong,
Young, not yet the broken chair
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I got to sleep
by Aldo Kraas
I got to sleep
All through the night
Without getting up
In the middle of the night
I hate getting up in the middle of the night
Going to the bathroom
I am having lots of accidents
Where I pee my bed
And I need to wash
My bed
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Time goes by so slowly
by Aldo Kraas
Father
Time goes by so slowly
Today
Why father?
Because I am not happy that
Time goes by slowly
I already worked 8 hours for you
Father
Writing poems
I still need to work another
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Our Beach Vacation
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Wait
This can't be a mistake
The morning light
Is just too bright
We've overslept
Curled up in bed
Now we must rush
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Last Look
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Graceful, tall grasses
A raspberry sun peers through
from the purple sky
steps ahead of tomorrow
to nature's joy and sorrow.
Burgundy fever
smoking beautiful colors
when shadows run wild!
Must get one more glimpse of red
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Midnights
by Everleigh Blackburn
At the stroke of midnight,
The world falls silent and still.
The moon shines brightly above,
Casting shadows that chill.
The stars twinkle and dance,
In the night sky above.
A gentle breeze whispers secrets,
Of lost dreams and love.
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Eugene Field (30 poems about Sleep)
2 September 1850 - 4 November 1895 / St Louis / Missouri / United States -
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Emily Pauline Johnson (20 poems about Sleep)
Tekahionwake] (10 March 1861 – 7 March 1913 / Chiefswood, Ontario -
