Tags : Sleeping

Bell of Night

Bell of Night

A Poem by Adam Light


I heard a bell ring in the night;It came from deep below.I'm sure it's source was from a dreamthat had for me something to show. I've been awake and s..
Passing

Passing

A Chapter by Irenic


How the days were passing
The Missing Dream

The Missing Dream

A Poem by Gerry Legister


In search of the fondant dream
An Angst

An Angst

A Poem by Satish Verma


Was it kosher to wake up a sleeping poem, when
Forget Me

Forget Me

A Poem by Micah_s5


When I was with youI felt at homeBut now that you're goneI lay my head down to sleepI'm sleeping with a ghostA stranger in my own homeUnwelcome and al..
Sleeping Beauty Si....

Sleeping Beauty Si....

A Poem by Onlyme


Sleeping beauty is fast asleepspread out on the sofa.Forget anyone else getting room to park theirbehinds. And have a seat.This little cheeky soul.A c..
Death

Death

A Poem by Onlyme


Asleep in beddreaming he is dead.Feeling nothing.But numb and embalmed.His he really dead?
Moving On

Moving On

A Poem by SunflowerField


On dating someone new while still getting over someone else.
Slumber

Slumber

A Story by Tasha Anand


Sleeping Beauty
A slow morning - 8.19.19

A slow morning - 8.19.19

A Poem by Minuet


Let me guide you through the awakening of the senses on a slow Saturday morning.
Emotions Are Sleeping

Emotions Are Sleeping

A Poem by LazerRays


I would tear my wrist open Let the blood start flowing Like rivers so deep Running under bridges to sleep Promises we break Like the universe, we..
Close My Eyes

Close My Eyes

A Poem by Wild Willow Blue


Only to see you again
Do They See?

Do They See?

A Story by melindaerinwrites


The two shades sat balanced on the edge of the cliff side. One skipping rocks off the fog while the other chased the birds with eyes of amber ..
4. Deceased

4. Deceased

A Chapter by Peter Rogerson


Two police officers arrive....
The Woman of Sleeping Colours.

The Woman of Sleeping Colours.

A Poem by Ken Simm.


A Lingering Storm. In poor light. The meagre colours of a dead fish. I cannot read and so I write and draw the small things I can see..

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