I wanna
Sleep through the night,
Sleep through the day,
Sleep through the sun,
Sleep through the rain,
And then wake up to
Go back to sleep again
Blast from the Past:
My paradise sleeps
And finds me in
My dreams.
12/21/25 A New Poem for a New Day
Category: Poems about Sleep and Insomnia
12/13/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Wake up too early
Without enough sleep. Oh dream,
Don’t leave me so soon.
Blast from the Past:
My bed calls to me:
“Where are you? I miss your warm
Embrace. Come to me.”
11/17/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Sleeping in after
Adventures throughout the countryside
A slow morning yawn
(I am feeling less literal in my syllable counts today.)
Blast from the Past:
Sleeping in, you learn
The extent to which the world
Spins on without you
11/01/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Too much excitement
Late at night and now I can’t
Drift back into sleep
Blast from the Past:
Lying in bed
Trying to count my way to
Infinity…
10/30/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Sleepy morning when
I can finally relax
After so much fun
Blast from the Past:
As I return home,
There is nothing for me, yet
There is everything
10/27/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
A night of bad sleep,
Then a day of much driving
What else till I can rest?
Blast from the Past:
Another day gone.
Unconsciousness welcomes me
Just for a while.
10/11/25 A New Poem for a New Day
Dinner exploding
In my gut
I wake
Cramping
Blast from the Past:
I think I am now
Ready for sleep to find me
Finally
09/28/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
My eyes awake, and
My mind learns that no recent
Thought made any sense
Blast from the Past:
To sleep and then to dream
Venture beyond the world of
Possibilities
09/14/25 A New Poem for a New Day
I woke up this morning to darkness
Where am I? What am I doing?
The world feels quiet, like an absent dream
What should I do now?
I sit up before realizing that I would rather go back to bed
To that bed where my rescinding dream invites me back
Where neither time nor light matter
Where I do not need a purpose to keep going
Blast from the Past:
The wave meets the beach.
Is it a beach without sand?
You’re dreaming again.
09/05/25 A New Than-Bauk for a New Day
It’s here I wait
At the gate where
My late bus isn’t.I just look on
Eying dawn as
A yawn consumesThey all still sleep
Few cars creep past
No peep from themIf my eyes take
A quick break, will
It snake right past?
Today’s poem is a than-bauk.
Blast from the Past:
Once again I face
The dauntingly simple task
Of falling asleep…