My love lays sleeping
My love lays sleeping
~
Sleep eludes me
My thoughts play on
Into the quiet of the night
A whispered chatter of thoughts
Fill my restless mind
~
My love lays sleeping
Beside me, safe
While I sit writing
I write of her beauty
The gentle nature of her soul
I write as if to say
How much I love her
~
What I would give
To see into her dreams
And gift them all to her
That she may smile and laugh
And share in this love
As though to dream forevermore
~
Sleep eludes me
My love lays sleeping
Sleep on sweet beauty
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Where beauty lays
Where beauty lays
~
Where beauty lays
Peaceful in her sleep
Stealing a heart effortless
She was writ to a dream
Softly sensual to the touch
Sweetly woven in the heart
The night rain against windows
Like tears of plentiful joy
Answer the thirst of a soul
The world becomes clear
Becomes more beautiful
With each passing breath
A look upon all the hearts loves
And who gifts love to the heart
In the most innocent of ways
It is seen as it is known
Beauty shall be found
Sound in her sleep
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Where she lays
Where she lays
~
Where she lays to sleep
many a flower grows
her beauty water like
flowing without restraint
it reigns into the soul
a light which brightly shines
to love words are given
without request for reply
they seep and drip
from lip to lips
ode to the nectar a kiss
heavenly felt a touch
from hand to the heart
a pillow to her mind
where she lays to sleep
many a flower grows
beautiful
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Nightwalker
I sleep at night
On a cloud high on the horizon
And when I close my eyes
My soul is struck by lightning
Then I sleep at night
Like a storm
Oh, I walk the night
cause your head is gone from my pillow
And when the twilight shines
My eyes crash through the windows
cause I sleep at night without you
When its dark and the night lays me down
When the moon shines the light on the ground
I just run where my thoughts take me to
cause I cant live in this world
Without love without you
I walk the night
I walk the night
Oh, I dream at night
It must be a madmans rainbow that Im chasing
cause when I close my eyes
I feel your sweet sensation
cause I dream at night about you
When its dark and the night lays me down
When the moon shines the light on my ground
I just run where my thoughts take me to
cause I cant live in this world
Without love without you
I walk the night
I walk the night
I just run where my thoughts take me to
cause I cant live in this world
Without love without you
I walk the night
I walk the night
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Love Is Only Sleeping
She looked at me
And the emptiness in her eyes was cruel to see
Then she turned away and said,
Once I loved, but love is dead
And I whispered, sometimes love is only sleeping
She said, I cannot cry
And I cannot give or feel or even try
And her voice was hard and cold
Then her sweet young face looked old
And I whispered, sometimes love is only sleeping
Through the endless days and nights
Could not help but wrap herself in sorrow (sorrow)
Through the endless days and nights
She waited for a shiny new tomorrow
Love was sleeping, sleeping
She looked at me
And her smiling tears were warm and sweet and free
And the moonlight kissed her eyes
As it mingled with our sighs
And she whispered, sometimes love is only sleeping
And she whispered, sometimes love is only sleeping
Only sleeping...
song performed by by Monkees
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No Reason For Your Dreams
There's no need to find a reason for your dreams
for there is always more to dreaming than there seems to be.
And I'll be thankful if through out my life you dream of me.
It's all that I could ask for while I live.
A dream is such a lovely gift to give.
Ah, da, da.
Your fragile beauty caught me in its web.
And I am held by every silver strand of love you spin.
Here in a swirl of sleeping circles all my dreams begin.
Dreams that somehow always end with you.
You're the one that makes my dreams come true.
Sleep is lovely when you sleep next to me.
And while you're dreaming let your thoughts all run free.
But if I could understand what makes you free,
then I would capture you and hold you for eternity.
But I'm afraid that would destroy the love you feel for me.
And loving you is how it has to be.
Reasons don't mean anything to me.
Loving you is how it has to be.
Reasons don't mean anything to me....
song performed by by Don McLean
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I Am In Love With You
How can i prove it to you?
My simple, talented, hanbdsome and gentle man;
I am in love with you and i want you to know.
That's how love should be my dream lover,
That's how love should go my sweet one,
To keep us always on the tracks;
Like Romeo and Juliet.
Should i approach you directly for love?
Because i can't sleep at night;
I am in love with you.
Should i buy you presents?
Oh my sweet lover! !
Kindly listen to my call and let me in.
I really love you and i will be there for you always;
I will never miss you from many waters,
Like flesh to flesh with the union of the love that we share.
Needful things my love,
To enrich my soul to the world so sweet;
I hope you can see it in my eyes too.
Come and fill my loneliness,
For i am a sojourner on your love;
I will always be there for you,
Like the shadows of the waterfalls that flows through your heart.
Can't you see it in my smiles?
I will never miss you my love;
Do you want it hot or cold?
For you are my love and,
I will take you around to see the beauty of nature.
Straight to my heart is what you are,
And i will always be there for you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Sleeping Beauty
the sky's beauty
is seen when the world is sleeping
the mind's beauty
is seen when the man is sleeping
the man's beauty
is seen when his fear is sleeping
the life's beauty
is seen when evil is sleeping
the mother's beauty
is seen when your age is sleeping
the wife's beauty
is seen when your right over her is sleeping
THE WORLD'S BEAUTY
IS SEEN WHEN NATIONALISM IS SLEEPING
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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Warm and Cozy in New Jersey
To my beloved friend, Raven Garcia
Raven is raging mad
At this cold weather, oh what a drag!
Shoveling this heavy snow
When he could be writing sonnets or even a haiku.
Raven is raging mad
Sleep eludes him, oh what a drag!
He tried to play his guitar but inspiration eludes him just once more
So he went outside to look up and wait for that fire in the sky.
Raven is raging mad
At the unfairness of it all
He has so much to give, but no worthy recipient it seems
Till he looks at Sophia's sleeping face
And realize everything is so worth it.
poem by June FeirCruz
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Why sleep?
Why sleep?
Why sleep than act right with the calling?
That in all of me is the heart that will never give up,
Keep on calling that I may see Truth by all Faithful Events,
There is no doubt,
Why sleep?
Do the right that you may see Glory,
There is more that is to be told than Hatred,
Call on me,
Think that we were never meant to sleep,
Each man was worth for Salvation,
We are Worth all the Value,
Thinking that in all of me,
There is no sleeping in following that Word that is Truthful in all events,
There is the calling,
Why sleep?
You can love and love Eternity with the Higher calling,
The Divine Power that will come to teach Humanity Truth,
In all of me,
I think that in my suffering soul,
There is a lesson that is to be learned,
Why sleep?
Wake up and realise that we should never sleep in sin,
Each man is worth for the glorious salvation.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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The artistry of love
The artistry of love
~
I awoke to birdsong and a girl
I saw the morning begin anew
And to my heart I swore this oath
That my all I would gladly give
To see such a radiant smile
Greet me from my sleep
To look into her warming eyes
There my soul is found resting
And love be it of any other name
Love is a work of purest art
To inspire the mind of man
To awaken all creation
Ode to the beauty which lays within
Ode to the oath which I gave
And the birds which sang
On that joyous morning
Played to the world their song
To love which is after all
The greatest work of art I know
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Sleeping To Dream (Live @ Java Joes - 06.27.02)
words by jason mraz
music by jason mraz & peter stuart
I'm dreaming of sleeping next to you I'm feeling like a lost little boy in a brand new town
I'm counting my sheep and each one that passes is another dream to ashes
and they all fall down.
As I lay me down tonight,
I close my eyes and what a beautiful sight
I'm sleeping to dream about you
I'm so tired of having to live without you
So I'm sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired
I found myself in the riches (Your eyes, your lips, your hair.) Well you were everywhere
But I woke up in the ditches. I hit the light and I thought you might be here
but you were nowhere. You were nowhere at home.
As I lay me back to sleep
Lord I pray that I can keep
Sleeping to dream about you
I'm so tired of having to live without you
So I'm sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired
(It's just a little a lullaby to keep myself from crying myself to sleep at night.)
Sleeping to dream about you
I'm so tired of having to live without you
So I'm sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired
song performed by by Jason Mraz
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Enthusiasm
I love the old Greek view –
within each of us
the god lies sleeping;
a sweet sleep, full of refreshment,
as snug as a bug in a rug
or Arthur, all his knights around,
under the green hills of Avalon;
we, each of us full of all Olympus;
gods, sleeping as a mother does,
always an ear for the slightest sound
of those they love;
the gods love us,
how could they not
and of those slightest sounds
it’s fire – the fire of speech –
that wakes their might;
they love a stirring speech
and in an instant,
throw all their mighty powers
at the service of the things we truly love –
so, as they work their mighty work,
may go without sleep for days,
drink only the sweet water of our love,
move heaven and earth
to please what pleases them and pleases us;
the good; the true; the beautiful;
how their eyes shine.
sleeping too,
between the pages of the dictionary
and our routined life
is the name by which we call them from their sleep;
the name which they themselves
then roar out a thousand stirring times as loud;
the name by which we know ourselves,
know us as they, and they as us
and as they stir in us
we know ourselves as gods
there is not one of you, of us, who does not know
and recognise its name; our name;
enthusiasm.
the god within
poem by Michael Shepherd
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For My Husband
You sleep in the darkness,
you with the back I love
& the gift of sleeping
through my noisy nights of poetry.
I have taken other men into my thoughts
since I met you.
I have loved parts of them.
But only you sleep on through the darkness
like a mountain where my house is planted,
like a rock on which my temple stands,
like a great dictionary holding every word-
even some
I have never spoken.
You breathe.
The pages of your dreams are riffled
by the winds of my writing.
The pillow creases your cheek
as I cover pages.
Element in which I swim
or fly,
silent muse, backbone, companion-
it is unfashionable
to confess to marriage-
yet I feel no bondage
in this air we share.
poem by Erica Jong
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I am touched and will not be able to sleep
he touched her
thru the fingers
of his poem
about the deep
night and the
sleepless one
a true story about
him and her
writing, deep,
deep into the night,
about sleeplessness,
why?
did he not tell her once
that he never sleeps?
did she not believe him?
did he not tell her
that his poems come
in the depths of darkness
from the dark recesses of
his dimming soul?
at a time when twilights
have not even sprouted
yet?
that his deep thoughts
come like some strangers
capricious and whimsical
and on shorter notice
leave without goodbyes?
now, the cycle grips him
again, he writes unceasingly
like he is being chased by
his own ghosts,
like he is one cat
disturbed by the shadow
of his own rebelling tail,
he shall write,
and if she too
is not sleeping at all,
tonight
then she must write,
like him as if both of
them are twins
in thoughts,
and if there is nothing to
be written, why not read
and tell him what he is
blindly writing?
perhaps,
he will soon understand
his very own tragedies
perhaps she can figure
out the answers in his
written works
she must touch him,
like her brother or even
like her lover
and even kiss him
and he will sleep,
perhaps, soundly, tamed
by the softness of her love
perhaps, the answer to
all his questions.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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spontaneous lullaby to the dream (for: K.H)
spontaneous lullaby to the dream
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- with the dedication for
'sleepless friend ' (for: K.H)
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that night is so beautiful,
and our sky lightened up with stars.
everything around is sleeping, and everyone
is breathing the dream, only...only not you...
why? why my friend, cannot you sleep?
and maybe it love it defeated you
and now you are only repeating words
I love you...love you...
sleep darling, and not be worry for tomorrow.
what was dark, the new day will brighten.
and will bring new hopes and happiness.
sleep friend, already sleep now.
why? why my friend, cannot you sleep?
and maybe it love it defeated you
and now you are only repeating words
I love you...love you...
sleep darling, I will be
your angel in the dream.
sleep my friend, for you
I will be humming my quiet lullaby.
sleep darling and don't worry for tomorrow.
what was dark, the new day will brighten.
and will bring new hopes and happiness.
sleep friend... already sleep now.
close your eyes... and you will hear it...
close your eyes... and you will hear it...
close your eyes...
(in the cycle - 'poems for friends')
poem by Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar
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English Rose
what tender beauty lays before me
I call her my English rose
lips red like petals and as soft
earthen eyes I could sink into
breathless I look on captivated
if only I could bathe in her scent
lay my head upon her bosom
and sleep against the softest skin
how beautiful my English rose
how strong this feeling pines
at my thoughts into my soul
here is a beauty unlike any other
tenderly sweet before my eye
I could hold this picture forever
and forever love my English rose
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Drunk On Poetry
Poetry surges steadily
Through my veins
I grant it to stream through them
Day in and day out
Sleep and awake
I believe it's a healthy obsession
I get drunk on it
The more I inject in me
My mind thrives on poetry
My soul thrives on poetry
I become addicted
Sometimes I absorb too much poetry
Reading, writing and listening
I become drunk sometimes
Poetry spills from my pen
Inking a piece of paper
And unto another and another
Constantly on every thought
Humorous, emotionally, romantic, tragic
Experiencing in life
Opinionated, factual, abstract
Political, any subject that's on my thoughts
Sometimes I become drunk
The more i inject into me
Poetry I live for
Eat, drink, sleep
Racing through my spirit
Poetry, poetry, poetry
I loose myself sometimes
When I digest too much
Poems that I write
I write for me
I share them with the world
I can't resist this urge
Poetry is what I crave
It happens to be my mistress
I become drunk
The more I inject
My mind thrives on poetry
My soul thrives on poetry
I become so addicted
Breathing in too much poetry
Reading, writing, listening
I'm drunk sometimes
Poetry I write
Write from experience
What I've done
What I've heard
What I've seen
What I've felt
What I've known
Poetry I live for
Eating, drinking, sleeping
Racing through my spirit
Poetry, poetry, poetry
On my thoughts poetry
Loosing myself sometimes
When I inject enough
This is what I've become
A drunken poet
poem by R.K. Cowles
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Afraid To Sleep
We slept in this room together but now youre gone
And its so quiet I turn the tv on
We lived in this room together we painted the walls
Now time doesnt stand still
It crawls
And Im afraid to sleep
Cuz if I do I dream of you
And dreams are always deep
On the pillow where I weep
I never realized how much I was in love with you
Until you started sleeping with someone new
Last night I dreamed again and you were there
You kissed my face you touched my hair
And Im afraid to sleep
Cuz if I do I dream of you
And dreams are always deep
On the pillow where I weep
Lying alone in the darkness with a memory in my head
Theres a big hole where my heart is
And a lonely feeling rollin round my bed
And Im afraid to sleep
Cuz if I do I dream of you
Im afraid to sleep
Cuz if I do I dream of you
And dreams are always deep
On the pillow where I weep
On the pillow where I weep
Im afraid to sleep.
song performed by by Dido
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Untouched by Grace, but not by Snow
Waking up, noticing the ground
To my surprise I am surround by snow
Every detail in which was lay
With perfect precise wonder
In this most daring betray of beauty
And all is quiet
All is so annoyingly quiet
The dirt that is covered peeks through the ground
Destroying what was once beauty
That was pronounced by the glistened snow
And all I can do is wonder
How this world become simple to lay
When sleep takes us on we lay
And all is deeply quiet
Our dreams become our wonder
Weather we stand on solid ground
An undefined map layer out by snow
Creates to us sleeping beauty
But what is this beauty?
And where does it lay?
What is understood to be a lie as white as snow
And all has become a false quiet
Life, which puts our burdens to the ground
And here we are left to wonder
To whom to we place our wonder
The one who holds onto your beauty?
Who picks you up off the ground
And will be contempt as you lay
This is the lovely quiet
Dawn, of our love as pure as snow
To ask what is this snow
Pure, grace, love to which we wonder
Making this moment freeze in quiet
Holding unto this betrayed beauty
Which pours unto us as we lay
To the emissive ground
To become as pure as snow is beauty
But do we wonder under stars we lay?
And all was quiet as the snow flake touched ground
Beauty Of Our Love
The beauty of the sky lays within the
wings of the birds and the stars, sun,
and moon, the beauty of the ocean lays
within the fish and it's waves, the
beauty of our love lay within our
hearts and our tender touches during
our exciting moments....
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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