Fitful Sleep Poems - Poems about Fitful Sleep

...“ Affirmation without discipline is the beginning of delusion. Jim Rohn “ Relentlessly I pace around the room, like a caged lion, dreaming of vast forests, yearning for savannah grasslands, vag......Read the rest...

...Aren’t we all repository of talents many? Some of them may be hibernating snug. But they wait eager to wake up, At the opportune time like dormant buds, At the first fond touch of sp......Read the rest...

...Four dead Jesuits, now confirmed as child molesters, but when alive these monsters’ crimes, were covered in obfuscation. And when they passed, were the Last Rites recited and are they burie......Read the rest...

...The chance was there—then quickly snatched away, but that moment became the reason she sustained hope. Her captor had failed to lock the cellar door one day. The key would turn moments later, but ......Read the rest...

...They visit him every night Ghostly apparitions without fright For he knew each and every one Talking together until the night was done And so he sleeps through the day In fitful sleep until th......Read the rest...

...dread weight portends a churning belly-ache the day sinking ...... relentless countdown to the frowning hours before the night of fitful sleep awakes disturbed that day is now here ............Read the rest...

...I bequeath to my heart none else then pure love and in the meantime all that is me around me and inside me I entrust to my Father in heaven; Each and every thought I think, all feelings I ins......Read the rest...

...April, you fetch flowers of spring to rise; Lacing in verdant green and fruit to reap. Gardens seed bloom, whist bees and butterflies Saunter by tippling passion nectar deep. Renew daytime le......Read the rest...

...And there the story might have ended But the bite on Suzanne's thumb Throbbed and became distended, 'I must say, I feel a little rum', she said and lay down on her bed, but as she fell asle......Read the rest...

...He opened his box on Christmas morn That wondrous day when Christ was born, But it was no gift... he softly wept, It was his bed, for here he'd slept. His belongings in two carrier bags ......Read the rest...

...Death came for her on a Sunday. I have to fry the chicken for church, she argued. Death hung out in a closet with mildew and stains. She tried on clothes the victim would not need any more. Came......Read the rest...

...III. It was near midnight when they came again, four warriors armed all with flaming brands, Myron bolted up from a fitful sleep, and poured out bullets as the horses ran. He managed to shoot ......Read the rest...

...and again it stabs, a flickering flash like Macbeth’s floating dagger: invisible, hallucination, a silent pain. Like a nettle, a rose’s thorn, it twists and curdles into rotten barbed wire. ......Read the rest...

...Tuesday was the day the ogre found my kitchen. The dog sat in the hallway for an hour watching her Empty my refrigerator, and two cupboards. I had never heard my dog whine like this, I thought it ......Read the rest...

...Can you hear The music strange That sings of change In sad cheer? Can you feel The odd echo Harsh yet mellow In sad thrill? Can you know The misty breeze Descend to squeeze In las......Read the rest...