Best Insomnia Poems

I close my eyes
Orbits sunk deep within 
Scowering the cesspool of dream fragments. 

I lay cool against the flat sheet
Waiting patiently for deep sleep to cast all 
dream fragments from memory....

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Sleepless Nights - Limerick Insomnia Revisited 

Limericks are so hard to write.
Sometimes, keep me up half the night
Spending way too much time
Just trying to rhyme
A word that’s just out of sight.


Written By John Posey
07/02/13...

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Sick lungs whispering secrets untold
Bones reveal tempo with aches and moans
The clock precariously loses time
Pipe in teeth, pen writes the rhymes

Sounds of shadows haunt the halls
Strolling parapets on the walls
Impatiently waiting and growing tall
In darkening anger as night does fall

Tormenting noise of echoing drafts
Spirited shouts...

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My thoughs are running wild
I'm trapped in a moment in time
When were we young and in love
I recall your masculine voice
I recall your gentle and loving touch
I'm abandoned in yesterday 
I live in the memories we made
You are constantly on my mind
Your touch lingers on...

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Five after four in the morning. Night-sweats
rumple silk bed sheets. Vague cusp ‘tween night and day
blurs chiseled contours of sanity’s sharpness.

Dreams half-way loosed into consciousness waylay
snuggling comforts.  Wee hours’ vague demons lurk
tucked beneath pillowcased hopes, threatening melee.

Coffee at four twenty, brewed under knee-jerk
rituals uncritically...

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Last night rolling over in my bed
with drooping eyes and racing mind
I boarded a train of random thoughts.
Only to find millions of flashes
that I couldn't get hold of.

Memories, conversations, moments,
my mind was flooded,
I couldn't remember a thing.

So I walked up to my window
and took a...

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the stillness of night
waiting with breathless silence
until the sunrise...

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Teeming pools of spawning thoughts
   Irrational coiling tendrils and knots
     Restless limbs and rattled brain
        Exquisite need for some slight refrain
          Deprived of...

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Insomnia can sometimes be my friend
Its where many a poem begin and end
Ideas are hatched – some I’ll even keep
While tossing and turning, chasing sleep

But insomnia can also be a curse
Mountainous mole holes look even worse
I dread the morning arriving too soon
Knowing my energy will...

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Insomnia feels like its a inner demon inside laughing at us keeping us up on purpose, just to torture us to the brink of insanity. 
We sit up all day and all night, the days running into one another over and over again. The pain...

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My mind
unstable foundation.

They keep talking,
through dreams, comes communication.

A combination,
another citation
never any satisfaction
(Look over here, another distraction)

Formation into another illustration
division by another diversion.

So, what version can take me out of isolation?
(Wait, murder? I thought this was multiplication.)

How many live there now? I need some information.
Because if...

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Insomnia’s Dream

A Poetic Expression by JC Hawkens

I reach for the walls
Blinded by the light 
I hear a voice call
With rhythm and rhyme 
Not a shadow in sight

Fear hangs as tension that mounts
My head is so empty 
It screams in my mind
A lingering hope that kills...

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I so adored late hours. I was what you would call a night owl,
As fireflies seldom appear, until creamy moon is on the prowl.

I loved the quiet and peacefulness, and staring at a big moon,
Just as the onset of summer, is staring down the end...

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Sometimes he feels like a museum on
a Monday - empty, desolate, withdrawn
from the celestial library where not 
yet written prose and poetry are stored.
A sleep-deprived, he walks around the rooms,
he curses rhymes and rhythms, he assumes
a pledge to give it up, to live a life
a...

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Like a secret confided with his last breath
Dangling from his every syllable
He draws me near whispering in my ear
Reaches in to the depths of my soul
He holds my beating heart
In the palm of his cold hand
The demons lurk in the thick murky fog
On my walk...

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