There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful.
A beautiful short and very true poem. How I relate to it. Simply splendid.10/10
To me, being an insomniac is the best thing for my poetry. All my flashes of insiration happen late at night! Great relatable poem. Please check out some of mine - new to this site and would love to 'Get the ball rolling' and get any feedback; positive or negative - on my writing! thanx (some poems of mine include to be free, do you...etc)
i can picture this poem in my mind being read over and over and over again as i lie in bed and cannot get my brain to fall asleep
so says the insomniac! ! ! ! ! ! one has to first love and appreciate the fine art of poetry to fully understand Maya's work.
A beautifully penned poem on a common understanding. The metaphysical refinement is missing.
There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. Wounded pride and it is very painful. tony
There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win .....................great expression great 10++++++++++++++++++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I need to sleep; I want to sleep; I dread to sleep! HRL