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Death

by Bill Knott

Going to sleep, I cross my hands on my chest.
They will place my hands like this.
It will look as though I am flying into myself.

Sleep

by Bill Knott

We brush the other, invisible moon.
Its caves come out and carry us inside.

I.

I dream of you walking at night along the streams
of the country of my birth, warm blooms and the nightsongs
of birds opening around you as you walk.
You are holding in your body the dark seed of my sleep.

II.

This comes after silence. Was it something I said

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Power

by Aleister Crowley

The mighty sound of forests murmuring
In answer to the dread command;
The stars that shudder when their king
extends his hand,

His awful hand to bless, to curse; or moves
Toward the dimmest den
In the thick leaves, not known of loves
Or nymphs or men;

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Home

by Rupert Brooke

I came back late and tired last night
Into my little room,
To the long chair and the firelight
And comfortable gloom.

But as I entered softly in
I saw a woman there,
The line of neck and cheek and chin,
The darkness of her hair,
The form of one I did not know

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Recent Sleep Poems

Sweet Crickets

by Amy Michelle Mosier

Sweet crickets, the tune
You’re playing tempts me to sleep.
By your tune, I will drift off
Better to a place dark and deep.
The low moon and toads
As well as I are your audience.
Why, even the saguaro blooms
Have opened with interest!
The night will soon bend over
And kiss my eyelids closed.

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Manifest Destiny (Or: Let’s Do It)

by Jessica Leininger

Four horsemen
Appear in our nightmares.

Like that perfect ten,
That they are but dreams.

Our demons exercise
While we sleep.

This means we wake to

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A Boy Who Loved Blue

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

He lived on a beautiful, rural farm, back in fond, good old days of yore,
With his parents and two brothers; like sun's going in and out the door.

He had always adored the color blue, so he had been nicknamed that.
At eight years old, he was youngest; and as frolicsome as an acrobat!

Blue did daily chores on the farm, like diligent nature's green chores;
From dyeing skies various hues, to sweeping petals off emerald floors.

Though fond of fanciful daydreaming, Blue yet found the time for fun,

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Snuggled in Sunshine

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

lost in gold glamour
hammock trees whisper green breeze
lotus color sprees

a warm noon warning
of soon tangerine caress
dragonfly's address

swinging sage summer
June beauties in lemon squeeze

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Pieces of the Sleepless

by Brady Stewart

I cannot sleep
But the why isn't threatening
But it postpones the possibility,
Of a 6am wakeup.
I would like to say that annoys me
But kicking your toddler of a son
Off the bed,
Is disheartening.
So,
Maybe I’ll just write this

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