Waking Poems

Waking poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of waking poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on waking are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Waking

Waking short poem

To moon giving a parting kiss of sinless shame I nudged him from the tree. The night had been a terror. I was facing myself in unrelationship of a prayer not to weep for my muse, crushing a poppy on

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Life’s Daily Cycles

Lifes Daily Cycles short poem

Life’s daily cycles: Mind thinks, feels, dreams. Intellect reasons; Heart craves; The “I” deluded, thinks it acts, It enjoys, it suffers; Waking, dreaming, sleeping cycles. Each in Cycle their own, revel; In the dim background; The silent ever Wakeful Awareness,

Poems containing references to : Waking

Good Morning

Good Morning short poem

As the sun beats down on another glorious day, the blackbirds are singing in their sweet little way. The world is still and my mind is at peace, how I pray for this stillness as it offers such release. The

Bowl Was Still Empty

Bowl Was Still Empty short poem

Trying to follow truth his journey was nightmarish. Alchemic fusion with past and future failed – his bowl was still empty. In the inner space a largesse, free of present, becomes the pain of perfection! Now what to do next?

Nocturnal Snowing

Nocturnal Snowing long poem

«Let this fluffy snow fall upon our Dreams and make them shine!» Set free, Your breath smoothens unshaken skies; Your perception scratches unopened realities. Is it a diversion –maybe– for lost thoughts, For lost faces and sins? Looking the other

A New Perspective

A New Perspective short poem

I walk through crowded streets trying to find a face I pass by cold stares in search of a warm embrace I get nothing in return… No smile, no stare I walk with emptiness, uncoloured, unaware. Its noisy, I know,

Being a Poet

Being a Poet short poem

Being a poet doesn’t mean you just rhyme at the end of the line. For me it is a chance for readers to relate to the views that are mine. I usually try to write great poems to inspire the

Love And Separation

Love And Separation long poem

It is believed marriages are made in heaven If it breaks then for sure it is planned in hell He was a persona of poise and dignity She was an epitome of grace and beauty It was a chance encounter

Moments

Moments short poem

Moments of pain, moments of peace Moments of space that I would seize If I could just have a moment or two I would love to spend those moments with you Moments of despair, moments of hope Moments of faith

Tears For The Lost Memory

Tears  For The Lost Memory prose poem

It was like yesterday when the rain was failing and it never seems to stop when the sun was shining but it never seems to set. But today I was lift with the memory I thought things will continue to

You

You short poem

You are … My constant thought A silent tear Who I wish was near I fear Only your going away my dear you listen without me speaking Thoughts are shared no matter where we are Feelings are deep Words are

My Silence: A Short Epic

My Silence: A Short Epic long poem

1 She is the tree green and wide abundantly dressed overflowing spreading her sleeves blesses all in her cool shade solitude teems with breezy songs I feel nearer God 2 That autumn tree from this window looks like a young

For Absent Friends

For Absent Friends short poem

Somewhere in between the waking and the dream, I can feel you close to me. Just before times hands reshape the desert sands, I can feel you reach for me. In the blink of tear stained eyes, watching weary to

Death Was Pure

Death Was Pure short poem

When moon will wash my doors I will come out in night to find you in dark and lose you in light. Does it resonate with you O my truth O my pain time has moved back. My love whitens

I’m Coming Home

Im Coming Home long poem

“I’m coming home” that’s what she told me last december a short twelve days to a Christmas morning where the only present I could care for was waking next to her only to sneak out of bed to prepare her

Anonymous Depression

Anonymous Depression short poem

Devil’s blunt fingers icy slick palm every morning in my stomach waking to a cold tide no cell, no sentence just another day’s time to do head down avoid the warders visiting day comes familiar faces look ugly in a

Free Like Music

Free Like Music short poem

I want to be free like music. Free like soft tones, melodies, voices, and patterns pulsating together. I want to wake up freed by music in mornings when the mind is slowly, steadily, waking up. I want to be free

I’m Not Him

Im Not Him short poem

Well you say he used to and it felt so good well don’t compare me to him, I’m Not Him…I love you but I won’t live in his shadow you say why don’t you do it just every now and

The Phantom Delight Hangs No More!

The Phantom Delight Hangs No More! prose poem

O, bemused mystery of wonder! You are the silver chain of fancy And evening mentor of joys high! And happy boon at noon Or midnight’s roaring void And wintery smile in moon? Or perennial source of ecstasy Or eternal source

Garden

Garden short poem

Although tomorrow isn’t promised. Today was once tomorrow; Becoming yesterday. A depth often taken for granted. Consider waking up one of the most beautiful of arrangements. Perfectly gift wrapped and opened each time we blink. Eyes coming to full bloom

Sanguine Fervour

Sanguine Fervour prose poem

You’re welcome in! I’ve seen you…. In my dreams, as in life, echoing the velvet onyx abyss of your soulless heart, And sweetly enshrouded with the eternal stench of history’s charm. The doors, portcullis to my chamber, lay stark wide,

Sleep

Sleep short poem

Falling asleep deeper and deeper reality fading within my slumber, clearer and clearer it would become the dream I’d dream. So in this reality now I’d be. So which is real the dream I’d dream or waking up from where

My Fiance Tassie

My Fiance Tassie short poem

Her smile takes my breath away, She’s perfect in every way, Her lips are soft and cold Seeing her everyday puts me in that romantic mood. Her love is kind and full of surprise Like waking up on Christmas morning

I Hate Goodbyes

I Hate Goodbyes short poem

Goodbyes mean I’m not going to see you! No more waking up to your smile, Can’t hear your voice anymore- And can’t hold you anymore. Can you hear my heart beating- Crying out to you Begging you to stay? Can

Death on grass

Death on grass short poem

Sometime, somewhere I will break into many moons – an oblique answer to a terrestrial question of a pale river. The heat is on, because of the fatal mistakes. Violence has pregnancy. Walls stand alone without a roof hauling the

Silence Is Golden

Silence Is Golden short poem

I keep my silence but please don’t assume, That I don’t have much to say, I have have more than enough, I don’t let it consume, Each minute of my waking day. I see so much more than you think

First Bird

First Bird short poem

Watching March flowers open, I feel the Lord’s breath on my face Walking through forest timber, I feel His power and grace When sailing across oceans, His fury I can’t tame He then heals all my moments, of worry and

That Night

That Night long poem

The last corn popped expansively Unnecessarily loud, in a paper bag on a round glass base In a ten year old microwave (a good tool); Jennifer awaits, our first night in, alone together Her parents are at the cinema; her

She Has Arisen Like A Full Moon

She Has Arisen Like A Full Moon short poem

She has arisen like a full moon In his heaven, That puts him in ecstasy Approved by the blinking stars strewn in array. His heaven comforts her with enough place and pride, Full of azure deep and spacious heart-line in

The Pressing

The Pressing prose poem

“HMS Trincomalee, British Man-O-War, sixty guns, one hundred gross tons was she, The Purser and Pressman am I, managing a pressgang in strict service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun pipes: Captain arrives! She’ll turn with

Love Sonnet 10

Love Sonnet 10 sonnet poems

My waking hours are now engulfed in dreams, Reality became a twilight maze, An interlude between silvery beams, And tropic sun’s scorching, hot, blinding blaze; As shroud of night darkens to shadows deep, And dark blue skies acquire a sleepy

The Pressing Redux

The Pressing Redux long poem

“HMS Trincomalee, a British Corvette, sixth rate warship of 28 guns, Five hundred gross tons was she. The King’s Pressman am I, handling a pressgang of five, My firm service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun

Trinity

Trinity short poem

Even the sleeping genes learn from their crashes with needles in eyes. A candid house chooses to fade after thinning of a blessing. Legacy of a heretic lives, dragging down the cracked joints of a frozen mirror. The wild lips

The Night Owl

The Night Owl long poem

Dark blue sky falls into night, an ever-glowing heart-filled twinkles sparkling with the help of the moon labyrinthine, neatly quintessential resplendence laying heavenly across the sky.. Old wise owl sings inside an old oak tree with orange-yellow red leaves, wind

Wild Life

Wild Life short poem

Far away in a world of my own, lost and can’t be found Gone in a moment with the wind,top speed, heading for a brick wall A war in my mind as I try to unwind with a bottle of

To My Grave

To My Grave long poem

Dark and sinister rain befalling us I know something is wrong, I can feel it in my bones, Catastrophic endless fountain of blood, But faith refuses to panic at all… I will go to my grave as a soldier of

Twilight Delivery

Twilight Delivery long poem

The flickering light calls from across the disused railway embankment like a lonely beacon sending signals into the misty grey dawn. Quietly questioning a world still wrapped in strong arms of slumber. I consider sending an answer, would that I

A Letter To Adele In My Head

A Letter To Adele In My Head long poem

*Read as Macloghin, with a g, not an f Angriness paves way to thought and it is me who is thinking, though I feel otherwise, and see whoever it was that god in that song, telling me to be clown’s

The Guests In My Room

The Guests In My Room prose poem

I know I see these words sitting across the room They look at me, some wait, Few of them are feasting among themselves, and The others waking me up, Pulling me, trying to push me out of bed. And few

Unless

Unless short poem

That tribal instinct sits in the denial. Words fly in fog carrying absurd meanings. I was ready for the impeachment. Like a pinned butterfly you lived several times, repeating a dialogue on a mindless thought. From nothing to nothingness, you

A New Prophet

A New Prophet long poem

first I woke the birds clumsy steps on crumbling asphalt it was the antidepressants an undiagnosed chemical stroke my mood uplifted my right foot dragging on occasion tripping over carpet or in this case turd-black pebbles clattering waking hidden birds