The less you know, the more soundly you sleep.
Related quotes
I'm Losing Sleep Again
Sleep soundly, dear
And do not dream
The nightmares I dream
Sleep soundly, dear
And do not cry
When you wake up to reality
Sleep soundly, dear
And do not believe
You have woken up already
Sleep soundly, dear
And do not stop sleepwalking
Take things slow and steady
Sleep soundly, dear
And do not pretend
I'm sleeping soundly, dear friend
Sleep soundly, dear
And do not lament over
Why I’m losing sleep myself
Sleep soundly, dear
And do not leave me
When you wake up to reality
poem by Dyhanara Rios
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Water Seeking Its Own Level
oh the waters have wisdom
for they always know how to seek
their own level
they do not mind
what name is given to this
mountain
or this plain
or that creek
they all know them all
and they travel
and sleep soundly on their beds soundly
without any murmur
or complaint
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Why Does She become a magnet to me
Why does she look at me by turning back?
Why does she suffuse my mind with sweet dreams?
Why does she become magnet and make me iron?
Why does she make me fall in love without loving me?
Why does she sleep soundly stealing my sleep?
Why does she steal my heart without giving her one?
poem by Asif Andalib
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
quote by Victor Hugo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
At The End Of The Day, You Just Listen
stepping inside the room
you close the same door
sleep on the same bed
but this time, think of someone else,
something else, nothing extraordinary really,
something lovely, and indifferent,
something about dreams that never come true,
those years, wasted time,
leaves that do not serve any purpose
falling on the ground, rotten,
gone.
you accept these as part of you.
and then you
soundly sleep.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Kind Of Love Poem
there is the way
you sleep soundly
by the window with
the moon haphazard
crawling in between
the blinds. I asked you
before falling off to
sleep to please close
them “I can’t sleep
otherwise” I told you
“it’s too bright”, now
I can’t close them, it
would mean waking
the dead, instead I
am looking at old
pictures from the time
you told me, this
wasn’t a forever kind
of thing, now I’m
turning off the light
pulling up the covers
to your chin, thinking
irony, thinking another
February come and
gone, thinking
thinking.
poem by Ben Paynter
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Dormant Days And Inactive Nights
even if there is no way
for sleep to sleep in the couch
in the bed
the body tries to find
rest... no way, no way,
a whisper is heard in the ear
there is no way out
from here
there is this sound of despair
the music of
hopelessness
you who probably hear it
tonight
in these dormant hours
think that the notes
are divine
you who soundly lies on the sofa
of your
drunken feats
probably cannot distinguish
what is not there
anymore
i am shattered
but there will be no pieces
to piece
to make whole
i fly without wings
like air
you cannot see what is real.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I prefer to die in my sleep
Darling Edeath!
You're so beautiful
To that transparent dress.
Touch me slowly
As I am scared of your fingernails.
I am not in a mood and let me sleep peacefully
Do not wake me up early.
Bring your kite to the garden of night
Let it go so high and let loose the knot
As you do to the others
And wind takes me away
Wherever she goes!
* A Mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
-Victor Hugo
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
There is no sound sleep as sound as home
In the foreign land where you live
Where the snow is cold and slippery and smooth
You say you cannot sleep
And all alone not feeling safe
In that house made of steel and fortified walls
Here in our country
Where walls are weak where beams are but coconut wood
Where the sun is hotter
Where the dust spread like blanket on the bed
Where the noise is simply intolerable
Where beggars come asking for food
Where poverty and calamities abound
Here in my country I sleep so soundly
Because lady, this is my home this is where my heart is
Because lady, I am safe in this place that I call my own
Because lady, there is no place like home
Where sleep is sleep and will always be sound
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Eyes Wide Shut
There are those with open eyes
Whose hearts are closed
What do they see?
A Material world
But someone whose love is aware
Even with eyes that sleep
He or she shall wake up thousands of others
If you are not one of those light-filled lovers
Restrain your body’s intense desires
Limit how much you eat
Sleep not from laziness
If awake in your casket
Sleep long and soundly
Your spirit is out roaming and working
To the highest levels
Your eyes may rest but love needs no rest
You have a Higher Self inside
That listens for what delights the Soul
ROTMS
(Inspired by the brilliance of Rumi)
poem by Ray Lucero
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Even Without A Single Star In The Sky
i have learned to sleep
soundly on an ocean of
a night sky,
like a tiny fish on a bed
of the ocean floor
without the protection
of corals
i am a prey
to everyone's pleasure.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Dedicated to ppl who dont sleep
Sleep, sleep, sleep
It’s magnificent and nice,
With dreams beyond wonder,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Eyes tightly closed,
A little smile on you r cheeks,
Feeling the ambiance
Of the pure and precious sleep,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Forgetting insane things of the mixed world outside
Relax my dear, feel the gentle breeze,
Do not worry about tomorrow, do not weep,
Wake up fresh in the morning with a recuperate mind,
Fresh and blessed with a wonderful sleep,
SLEEP, SLEEP, SLEEP!
poem by Tejaswini Iyer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Moon Over The Pond
the moon sits over the pond
her legs refracted
in shimmers
her gown spreading love
all over the grass
the grasses seep every delight
satisfy their blades
and then soundly sleep
the little blue bird high up
on the tree
looks with all wonder
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sleep Comes Down
it's raining in my head
but no tears come down
and i'm dreaming of you
until sleep comes around
sleep comes down sleep comes down
sleep comes down sleep comes down
the orchestra's playing
it's so very loud
and i'm biting my nails
until sleep comes around
sleep comes down sleep comes down
sleep comes down sleep comes down
the clouds are all running
but no tears come down
and i'm thinking of you
until sleep comes around
sleep comes down sleep comes down
sleep comes down sleep comes down
song performed by by Flaming Lips
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Like A Bird I Will Let You Stay In My Nest
like a bird i will let you stay in my nest
because i need you to need me on these dark nights
i will fold my wings and you will be inside them
you will be warm and you will soundly sleep
i will keep watch and i will maintain this silence
this comfort with the moon beside
but soon when your wings and claws are again strong
you must leave and learn to fly alone
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!
SLEEP
Sleep, sleep, sleep
It’s magnificent and nice,
With dreams beyond wonder,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Eyes tightly closed,
A little smile on you r cheeks,
Feeling the warm sensations
Of the pure and precious sleep,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Forgetting insane things of the mixed world outside
Relax my little one, feel the gentle breeze,
Do not worry about tomorrow, do not weep,
Wake up fresh in the morn with a recuperated mind,
Fresh and blessed with a wonderful sleep,
SLEEP, SLEEP, SLEEP!
JERINE JAMES (3RD JULY 07)
poem by Jerine James
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Interactive Poetry
when i wake up this morning
sleep is still sleeping
and i slip out of the blanket
not to disturb sleep which
is still soundly snoring
last night we did not pretend
that we were two dead people
sleep was tightly curled upon itself
its arms were not around me
and i could not remember anymore
exactly
whatever happened
to me
or us
if there ever be
this morning
sleep is dead
and i survive
to meet another face of death
in the kitchen
and also in the rest room
and also outside the house
into the road and in the office
where i am working
there are so many faces of death
in my own world
and i am not the loyal subject of sleep
which is death's younger sister
neither am i a friend of death
nor its foe
for out of this everyday encounter
death becomes nothing
but another furniture in the hall
another rock in the garden
part of the numerous leaves in the air
one of those many ' its'
that does not
really disturb me anymore
tonight i will sleep with sleep again
(it is dead and unburied)
i do not name sleep for you
since i too does not know about its true details
or identity
its name its age
when it was born
though i know exactly when it really died
as i have already told you
and what totally is it exactly
the whole truth about its snores and sleep walks and talks
its secrets inside those thick blankets
for in truth in this journey
we sleep with sleep
most of the time
(do i hear ninety percent approving?)
we do not know much of it anyway
or frankly
much less
perhaps
at any rate
(and this may have bored you
to an ending that
bears no significance to your present work)
how can we be interested with such an ordinary matter
that occurs
every minute of the hour?
and what is it that is really worth
writing and
understanding in this world
that does not listen?
(do i hear 95% of you screaming?)
poem by Sebastian Soberania
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
There Is Also Beauty In Monotony
a cacophony of the sounds of the waves
of the sea
on our counted steps leading to a hut with a single light
from the moon
there we shed off our worn out faces
without eyes we can now sleep soundly
it is the ear that reigns
but when the nightmare of images comes inside the dream
it can be shut off
like an old radio of the ancestral house.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!