Bedclothes Poems - Poems about Bedclothes

...[Guitar instrumental intro] I feel just like tinder whenever you are around you get to your sparking and embers form around I can't help but start glowing you set me all on fire you know i......Read the rest...

...The opal anchor clings, clutching, falling, fetching the lapis lazuli. Mermaids flee, frightened by the heavy ornament. Fate, like chain links of Jacob Marley; shaking of the seabed at the po......Read the rest...

...I fell into a shallow dream as often as I have, and do; amongst sleep and wake where things seem so nebulous between the two. A dead leaf floating down a stream; the cold unknown lurking below; ......Read the rest...

... "Their World" Of course, there was no re-assurance from them that they would respond to the message I had sent. Morning had arrived. The day had commenced as any other, unravelling ......Read the rest...

...Increasing one's mileage though a long-lost child of Earth hiking in familiar wilderness areas sluggish, bed-bound days wandering in the midst of the night daydreaming with a night......Read the rest...

...Memories appear like the first drops of rain Who are you, this is driving me insane Faces familiar do not match with names Sit upright in bed, memories circling Leave me alone I need to sleep La......Read the rest...

...I left the pub one night in a bit of a tizzy and saw some kind of being like a tin lizzie. This turned out to be a polite alligator now on probation for having eaten a waiter. The police left it ......Read the rest...

...Luminescent sadness Orb of melancholy woes Darkness holds me close A child in dreary bedclothes. The moon a somber mirror Troubled nights in its reflection Standing under a mournful tree Its......Read the rest...

...Innocent candle flame invokes memories Childhood in a home not suitable Candles handed out for bedtime Precious items giving comfort A yellow flickering flame lighting the way Treat it wi......Read the rest...

...Trapped in reality The repetitive grind The daily cycle Awake, asleep Awake, asleep This morning is different I wake I stretch I yawn Sleep rubbed away From half open lids I notice I p......Read the rest...

...Midsummer nights come with humid sighs, Offering little sleep on soggy August nights With cicadas rasping and moths lighting, Where such critters are clearly unwanted In spite of i......Read the rest...

...I saw red reflecting off winter snow as I stared out the window on tip-toe. And I'm quite sure that I saw Rudolph's nose, but it could have been a plane, I suppose. I couldn't see his s......Read the rest...

... La Fête foraine de Scarborough (La Version complète) For the medieval English poet and Simon and Garfunkel - In admiration - Allez-vous à Scarborough fête foraine ? (Sur la côte d......Read the rest...

...FATES FOOTFALLS fate’s footfalls - the bull’s running. i hear the sound of a stampede at my ankles. the rush of blood pulsing through my veins, hammering my heart, quite like a silver spike p......Read the rest...

...I retired gracefully, happily, knowing I could never be fully completely replaced even to this day. I was slick, photographic, revered by so many, loved by a few, heavy, a bit conceited but in a goo......Read the rest...