Top 100 Poems About: SLEEP

In this page, poems on / about “sleep” are listed.
  • 1.
    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
  • 2.
    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
  • 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.
    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
  • 5.
    Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work

    Work, sleep, work, sleep,
    Work, sleep, work, sleep,
    Work, sleep, work, sleep,
    Work: read more »

    Mark R Slaughter
  • 6.
    Sleep Now, O Sleep Now

    Sleep now, O sleep now,
    O you unquiet heart!
    A voice crying "Sleep now"
    Is heard in my heart. read more »

    James Joyce
  • 7.
    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
  • 8.
    To Sleep

    O SOFT embalmer of the still midnight!
    Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
    Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,
    Enshaded in forgetfulness divine; read more »

    John Keats
  • 9.
    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
  • 10.

    Do you give yourself to me utterly,

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

    Kenneth Slessor
  • 11.
    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
  • 12.
    Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed

    Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound
    In the throat, burning and turning. All night afloat
    On the silent sea we have heard the sound
    That came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet. read more »

    Dylan Thomas
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