Top 100 Poems About: SLEEP

In this page, poems on / about “sleep” are listed.
  • 1.
    All You Who Sleep Tonight

    All you who sleep tonight
    Far from the ones you love,
    No hand to left or right
    And emptiness above - read more »

    Vikram Seth
  • 2.
    City That Does Not Sleep

    In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.
    Nobody is asleep.
    The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.
    The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream, read more »

    Federico García Lorca
  • 3.
    Variation On The Word Sleep

    I would like to watch you sleeping,
    which may not happen.
    I would like to watch you,
    sleeping. I would like to sleep read more »

    Margaret Atwood
  • 4.
    Before Sleep

    The lateral vibrations caress me,
    They leap and caress me,
    They work pathetically in my favour,
    They seek my financial good. read more »

    Ezra Pound
  • 5.

    she was a short one
    getting fat and she had once been
    beautiful and
    she drank the wine read more »

    Charles Bukowski
  • 6.
    In Midnight Sleep

    IN midnight sleep, of many a face of anguish,
    Of the look at first of the mortally wounded--of that indescribable
    look; read more »

    Walt Whitman
  • 7.
    A Long, Long Sleep, A Famous Sleep

    A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
    That makes no show for dawn
    By strech of limb or stir of lid, --
    An independent one. read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 8.

    Do you give yourself to me utterly,

    Body and no-body, flesh and no-flesh read more »

    Kenneth Slessor
  • 9.
    I Am Going To Sleep

    Teeth of flowers, hairnet of dew,
    hands of herbs, you, perfect wet nurse,
    prepare the earthly sheets for me
    and the down quilt of weeded moss. read more »

    Alfonsina Storni
  • 10.
    Sleep! Sleep! Beauty Bright

    Sleep! sleep! beauty bright,
    Dreaming o'er the joys of night;
    Sleep! sleep! in thy sleep read more »

    William Blake
  • 11.
    How Sleep The Brave

    Bitterly, England must thou grieve
    Though none of these poor men who died
    But did within his soul believe
    That death for thee was glorified. read more »

    Walter de la Mare
  • 12.
    Has My Heart Gone To Sleep?

    Has my heart gone to sleep?
    Have the beehives of my dreams
    stopped working, the waterwheel
    of the mind run dry, read more »

    Antonio Machado
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