Sleep is a stranger to me, / Once her familiar touch caressed me daily. / Where has she gone, that I may be left, / Alone. / Cold thick swe…
A week of next to no sleep, sends Craig a little batty. / Accompanying Illustration Insomniac by Hoffard /
...One thing leads to another. / Bridges are crossed, / Paths are burned, / Or however that story goes…
I once was a VERY lonely girl and I was haunted by dreams of a love that didn’t exist. I dreamt, night after night, of a man who loved me for me and was content merely by my presence. It was utterly heartbreaking to wake up each day and realize that it was not true. This poem is based on my thoughts and feelings about the dream lover.
Held in slumbers soft embrace she enters realm’s of flowery grace, Where tender love and fond caress Bids her awake To happin…
“Hurry!” she whispers. I begin to run but I don’t know where I’m going. “Make me safe! Please.” She says desperately, once again her lips…
The first time in my life I have had a two part dream.
Something strange happened to me last night / or could it have happened this morning? / Let me try to explain; you see, last night as I s…
In the evening when everyone was asleep / Her sister would quietly sneak / Into her bedroom at night / Sometimes it was because of a fri…
Thank you Donna for your wonderful artwork ‘THE SLUMEROUS VISIT’..a / true inspiration.. Please check out my friend Donna’s (hickerson) other awesome artwork on the RB. /
we slumber to eternity / And there ‘ll be only one path / we’ ll speak our names
A subtle breeze softly caressing her slumber, / Spirit swept away in a dreamy abduction. / Not a single care will ever find her here, / In t…
Dreams are just Dreams…right? =o}
Upon the night she slumbered / Within his arms he wondered / Would tomorrow shine upon her hair Aside her heart he pondered / Why trouble…
the city sleeps / yet I cannot / I toss and turn / in the darkness of my room / counting sheep futile / the pain brutal / as I long to hold you…
i miss you / like the dawn misses / the coolness of night / like the nested heron / longs for flight / the storm of you / bubbling beneath / my…
My husband works night shift. I just miss him. That’s all.
She had slumbered, for a certainty, as she remembered lying down and here she was in her gown and with her trick-some mind nattering away…
Yet another part of the grand tales of the land of Ordine, in the land of Ordem, and the girl turned woman who is called there by the god Chaos
in between dimensions… / traveling in unparalleled motions… / through portals unknown, / mystical and surreal zones…
visit my dreams / when I sleep / cuz as I see apparitions
from a dazed slumber / she woke / the sonorous echo / of pigeons’ wings / clatters and clashes of / falling pebbles / the piercing whine / of wh…
should they, or shouldn’t they that is the question
She is said to be the first / Woman on earth
first woman?
The streetlights shine; a haze of angry fireflies / illuminate the grey and muted hues, / that fill these dull and boring views / and skies,...
there are bridges / to connect those so far apart / bridges that may all come together / and mend a broken heart / walking on the edge of lif…
the stain of you
recurrent dreams
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