Before Sleep
Now that you lie
In London afar,
And may sleep longer
Though lonelier,
For I shall not wake you
With a nightmare,
Heaven plant such peace in us
As if no parting stretched between us.
The world revolves
And is evil;
God's image is
Wormeaten by the devil;
May the good angel
Have no rival
By our beds, and we lie curled
At the sound unmoving centre of the world.
In our good nights
When we were together,
We made, in that stillness
Where we loved each other,
A new being, of both
Yet above either:
So, when I cannot share your sleep,
Into this being, half yours, I creep.
poem by Anne Barbara Ridler
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Sleep, Tender Heart
sleep, tender heart
sleep like a fairy between petals;
sleep like a koala
safe and sound
concealed amongst leaves
sleep, gentle mind
like the innocent newborn
without a thought or care;
sleep like the moon
that crawls to its quiet
on the advent of the sun
sleep like the waves
that crawl to a lagoon
and still themselves for peace and rest
sleep, O gentle souls
and all you beautiful beings
sleep like the pervading stillness
before the world unfolded itself
poem by Raj Arumugam
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I'sleep with the angel
I'sleep in the lap angel, where the face of angel is very clear, is seen in the eyes of me*
His lap is felt warm in my spirit,
I'sleep with the angel,
The angel spreads the attraction and appealing me*
Calm my life from all dejected*
I'sleep with my angel.
My angel come from heaven.
Bring would one million loves and peace.*
Needs would he always is for me.
My angel sleeps in my heart forevermore.
Afterwards the angel gives my greetings to the Lord in heaven.
So that i'always receive him blessing.**
I'sleep with the angel.
His face like the gold painting.
Imagine about the angels body.
Is full of the flower scent.
I'sleep with the angel forevermore**
Sleep, Sleep, My Little One
Sleep, sleep, my little one
‘Tis better in this world of us
To sleep the sleep of the innocents
Than sleep the sleep of the just:
At least you’ll have a greater chance
To avoid long knives and plots
And bloody rendezvous.
For in this world, this world of us
The just is alien and his sleep
Most dangerous negligence:
Long knives will wait at corners round
And plots and darts abound
For all the just around.
For in this world, this world of us,
The sleep of innocents is better than
The sleep of all the just, my little one.
Sleep, sleep, my little one
And let outside the dark wind neigh
And rain and chill make fear
And the sea’s waves make storm and rage
And evil win
And the good disappear
And do not open your eyes sweet one
Before night and storm have passed away.
poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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The Death Of Good
TO THEM THAT DO GOOD,
GOODNESS IS SUPPOSED TO BE THY PORTION,
TO THEM THAT DO GOOD,
THOU ART SUPPOSED TO SEE GOOD,
TO THEM THAT DO GOOD, THY REWARD OUGHT TO BE GOOD,
BUT LO AND BEHOLD, THE REWARD OF DOING GOOD IS EVIL,
THE GAINS OF GOODNESS ALTOGETHER IS BECOME EVIL,
THE DIVIDENDS OF GOODNESS HAST BECOME BADNESS,
YEA! LO I BE PAID WITH EVILLNESS FOR MY GOODNESS,
YEA, LO I BE PAID WITH WICKEDNESS FOR MY KINDNESS,
LET ME BE PUT TO ETERNAL SLEEP,
THEN WILL MY EYES NOT BEHOLD THE TRIUMPH OF THE WICKED,
THEN WILL GOODNESS OVERCOME EVILNESS,
YEA, LEST I BE REWARDED WITH EVILS FOR MY GOODS.
LET ALL THAT LOVES TO DO GOOD CEASE TO EXIST,
YEA, LET US THAT LOVE TO DO GOOD, SLUMBER INFINITELY IN ETERNAL SLEEP.
YEA! THAT THE GOOD REMAIN INFINITELY GOOD,
LET THEM FADE OFF IN INFINITE SLEEP,
AND THE EVIL ONE'S CAN INHERIT THE EARTH WHICH HAS NO MORE GOOD IN IT.
YEA, MY GOODNESS IS THUS ATTESTED TO, FOR GOOD WILL DEPART FROM THE WORLD OF EVIL,
AND EVIL SHALL REIGN IN THE LANDS OF THE EVIL.
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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Helpless Trust
Curled up on your lap,
you fingers caressing my head,
the comfort of trust,
lulling me to sleep.
Curled up on your lap,
rocking me to sleep,
the sound of your heart,
lulling me to sleep.
Curled up on your lap,
the warmth of your care,
putting my mind to rest,
lulling me to sleep.
Curled up on your lap,
your arms wrapped protectively around me,
a fierce love, burns in my heart,
lulling me to sleep.
Curled up on your lap,
memories of childhood,
flood back,
lulling me to sleep.
Curled up on your lap,
the beating of your heart,
the warmth of your body,
lulling me to sleep.
Curled up on your lap,
like a helpless child,
fiercely protected,
love lulling me to sleep.
Curled up on your lap,
I fall asleep,
like I have done in years past,
your love and care comforting me,
the special bond
shared by a father and a daughter.
burning like fire in my soul.
poem by Shanise Gelaude
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In mother’s lap
In mother’s lap,
A baby finds the world
A world that puts her to sleep of peace & love
And makes her all dreams sweet
The night dancing
Over the little bay happily,
The wind is passing by
Touching her chubby and sweet cheeks,
And gives her the best kiss
So she won’t find any horrible risk,
And all she can have is her sound sleep,
She is not dreaming of a big world,
But a world full of love,
And the mother singing a lullaby
To her
So she won’t have any bad thought
In her mind
And she can have not a sleep only
But the good thought
To make her sleep sweeter
poem by Pushkar Bisht
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Sweet Dreams My Angel
Go to sleep my angel and dream
Of heavenly places and heavenly faces
You shall be missed, my angel but rest in peace
In this world you could easily get hurt
Don't fret my angel you are safe in God's arms
He will take care of you
And will always be with you
Mortal dreams of riches, but my angel
You are rich for eternal life
So sleep now angel you are full of love and beauty
We will all be with you soon
Sweet dreams my angel
When you wake up you'll know that
Your dreams have come true
poem by Angie Watson
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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
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At The Window!
at the end of the day,
i dont want anything more
than the respect i've earned,
shared compassionate action,
intellectual, stimulating conversation...
or deep stillness revealed.
a good plate of food (i'll share!) ,
a walk with my dog,
a good book to read,
maybe a stiff drink,
a bed to sleep in,
a woman that wants to sleep with me...
a few lines of poetry written as heard,
and the sound of the wind at the window!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Parting II
I WILL not wake you, dear; no tears shall creep
To chill the still bed where you lie asleep;
No cry, no word, shall break the sanctity
Of the great silence where God lets you lie.
I will not tease your grave with flower or stone;
You are tired, my heart; you shall be left alone.
And even the kisses that my lips must lay
Upon the mould of the triumphant clay
Shall be so soft--like those a mother lays
Upon her sleeping baby's little face--
You will not feel my kisses, will not hear;
You are tired: sleep on, I will not wake you, dear!
But when the good day comes, you will hear me cry,
'Ah, make a little place where I can lie!'
And half awakened, you will feel me creep
Into the folds of your familiar sleep,
And draw them round us, with a tender moan,
'How could you let me sleep so long alone?'
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Little Eleanor's Sleep
Sleep little Eleanor and sleep forever
Forget the troubles that lie behind you
Close your eyes and let them wonder
Sleep forever and fall into the blue
This world was filled with twists and turns
And you could not handle all its burns
I'd see you staring at the stars
And somewhere along you'd mind your scars
Was the world with too much pain?
Was every action made in vain?
Were the nights not beautiful though without the care?
Were the stars not beautiful or why'd you stare?
I know your days were filled with struggle
Every hour filled with battles
Every wound brought too much pain
Every action was in vain
Every breath was a fight on its own
Every step was taken alone
So I can understand why you are so tired
I can understand why you want to sleep
But little Eleanor you are a fighter
When I look at you it's all I see
So forgive me when I say
That Lord forbid that you never wake
He wants you to live through every battle
He's wants you to stand from every tackle
He watches you through all your sorrow
And I know he planned you a better tomorrow
So little Eleanor wake from your sleep
Do not mind the demons that creep
The lord is watching with a beautiful plan
Just trust in him and all will be well
poem by Hafeni Nghidinua
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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
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The Yeoman's Son
It fell about the edge of dark,
Between the sun and moon,
The yeoman's son came home again
With the mire upon his shoon -
With the red clay upon his shoon
From a furrowed field afar -
The sour and bitter clod that breaks
Beneath the share of war.
'Oh, kiss me once on the brows, mother,
And hold me to your breast;
For the long day's work is over and done,
And I go glad to rest.'
'And oh, good-bye, my father's house,
Good-bye to field and hill,
For I'll lie down in the red furrow
To sleep, and sleep my fill.'
'I shall not rouse at the cock-crow,
I shall not wake with the sun;
I shall sleep the sleep of a strong man tired
When his day's work is done.'
'Ay, deep I'll sleep in the red furrow,
Out over the Channel foam . . .
And another hand than mine, mother,
Must lead the harvest home!'
poem by Cicely Fox Smith
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Dreamgirl
I would dig a hole all the way to china
Unless ofcourse if i was there
then i would dig my way home
if by digging i could steal the wind from the wind from the sails of the greedy men who rule the world
still, you are my best freind
and after a good good drunk
you and me wake up and make love
after a deep sleep where i was dreaming...
Dreamgirl
I was feeling like a creep
as i watched you asleep
face down in the grass in the park in the middle of a hot afternoon
your top was untied and i thought how nice it would be to follow the sweat down your spine
you're like my best freind
after a good good drunk
you and me wake up and make love
after a deep sleep where i was dreaming...
Dreamgirl
Caught by a wave, my back to the ocean
it knocks me off my feet and
just as i find my footing
here you come again, dreamgirl
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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Good Night
Good night my love.
Sleep well my love.
Good night wherever you are my love.
Sleep well wherever you are my love.
Soon you will leave; on a trip around Europe.
Soon you will be half a world; to far to catch up.
Soon you will be half a world; away from us.
Will I ever see you again my love?
Will you ever be with me again my love?
Soon you will be half a world; away again from us.
Soon from half a world away; I will miss you apart from us.
Soon from half a world away; I will miss you even more.
Will I ever see you again my love?
Will you ever be with me again my love?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sleep
The night is grey -
Deeply buried inside the faint of black -
The breeze blow with the touch of blood -
Dead beats the drum -
Of a ridden heart -
The sleep which creeps -
By the bullet which sleeps -
Barrel to my gun -
Dormant she plays during the day -
Filled the promises of a sleep -
Creep to be well away -
Sleep -
Sleep -
Sleep my beauty queen -
Sleep to the unseen -
Sleep upon the nightmare -
Sleep in between my dreams -
Succumb by sleep -
Succumb by screams -
Inside where I sleep
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work:
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work.
Oh free me please with gentle ease
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work!
This odium, pounding tedium
Of my work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
Just whisk me off to lands afar
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
That grinding train of rhythmic pain
Called ‘Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.’
Poor neural circuits fizzle and pop
In work, sleep, work, sleep, work,
In trying to make some sense of all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
But Hark! I see a golden gleam -
A saving spirit of hope:
‘You’re fired! ’ He screams. What news to bear,
This wondrous hangman’s rope!
So now I’m free, released from all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
Eternal peace and rest for me, no
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Angel In My Nightmare
ANGEL OF DARKNESS
ANGEL IN MY NIGHTMARE
My head won't stop aching
I'm just awakening
Remembering I was dreaming
There was an angel in my nightmare
It was her face I saw last day
I was going my own way
Now I'm gonna pass away
She was the angel of my nightmare
Stop crying, just walk
No more reason to talk
There is nothing in my world
Except the angel of my nightmare
Haunting me, torturing me
Kissing me then killing me
Splitting me into pieces
That's the angel in my nightmare...
(to be continued...)
A.O.D.
poem by Angel Of Darkness7
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Every Morning's Mourning.
Watch you sleep
Dream and roll over
avoid the monsters
and the light
Watch you sleep
Watch you sleep
when the noise
of fifteen
floors above you
crashes in
and wraps you deeper
in your sheets
Watch you sleep
Watch you sleep
through every squeak
and smash and ping
as I serenade you
with my awake
and my breakfast
Watch you sleep
Watch you sleep
with a half-turned
smile on your face
an exposed and naked leg
your hair escaping you
like spilling starlight
Watch you sleep
Watch you sleep
when I kiss
the tiniest sample
of skin on your cheek
and know you wake
when I'm gone
and am gone
until again you sleep
When you wake
Watch you wake
Watch you sleep
poem by Q.R. Gibson
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Sleep nicely [Dormi dulce]
You, who feel happy in your sleep...
Who have forgotten your soul kind
Can't feel the pain with your heart blind...
And in the stillness sunken deep,
You have no consciousness, no mind...
You, who feel happy in your sleep.
Sleep nicely – don't wake up too soon;
The real world, even when fair,
Compared to dreams is sad and bare...
Do not expect to be a boon,
For life is ruthless, doesn't care...
Sleep nicely – don't wake up too soon.
poem by Alexandru Macedonski, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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