Top 100 Poems About: SLEEP

In this page, poems on / about “sleep” are listed.

  • 73.

    Love-cradling Night, lit by the lucent moon,
    Most pitiful and mother-hearted Night!
    Blest armistice in life's tumultuous fight,
    Resolving discords to a spheral tune! read more »

    Mathilde Blind
  • 74.
    There's Something Quieter Than Sleep


    There's something quieter than sleep
    Within this inner room! read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 75.
    Endless Sleep

    My lungs respond, but there's no air,
    As I struggle to survive,
    It hurts to know that they don't care,
    Whether or not I stay alive. read more »

    Katherine Grams
  • 76.

    When to oft sleep we give ourselves away,
    And in a dream as in a fairy bark
    Drift on and on through the enchanted dark
    To purple daybreak -- little thought we pay read more »

    Thomas Bailey Aldrich
  • 77.
    My Angel, I Love To Watch You Sleep........

    When the night comes then your voice calm down
    When the moon begin to sail in the sky
    then your eyes are closing down to sleep
    You fall asleep while dim light illuminates your room read more »

    Ravi Sathasivam
  • 78.
    The House Of Sleep

    When we have laid aside our last endeavour,
    And said farewell to one or two that weep,
    And issued from the house of life for ever,
    To find a lodging in the house of sleep - read more »

    Robert Fuller Murray
  • 79.
    To Sleep Or Not To Sleep?

    If I am honest
    I have to admit
    That if I want rest
    My phone should not sit read more »

    Laurie Van der Hart
  • 80.
    Fragment Of A Sleep-Song

    SISTER Simplicitie,
    Sing, sing a song to me,
    Sing me to sleep.
    Some legend low and long, read more »

    Sydney Thompson Dobell
  • 81.
    Love Recalled In Sleep

    There was a time when in your face
    There dwelt such power, and in your smile
    I know not what of magic grace;
    They held me captive for a while. read more »

    Robert Fuller Murray
  • 82.

    I bless the power of this charmed summer night,
    I bless its magic and its mystery,
    Which in ecstatic visions brings to me
    The worshiped presence of my soul's delight. read more »

    John Hay
  • 83.
    In Sleep

    NOT drowsihood and dreams and mere idless,
    Nor yet the blessedness of strength regained,
    Alone are in what men call sleep. The past,
    My unsuspected soul, my parents’ voice, read more »

    Richard Francis Burton
  • 84.
    Yet A Little Sleep

    Beside the drowsy streams that creep
    Within this island of repose,
    Oh, let us rest from cares and woes,
    Oh, let us fold our hands to sleep! read more »

    Robert Fuller Murray
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