I Need Sleep

I Need Sleep

I am tired
I want to rest
I need more sleep
It would be best
I do not get
enough shut eye
And I am sure
That is just why
I'm always tired
And rather drowsy
And that explains why
I'm feeling lousy

Do you ever stay up too late?  I do.  I certainly have been up too late several nights this week.  I will admit that.  I don't have to get up extremely early and I feel more productive at that time, but I really ought to get back into a schedule of going to bed at a decent hour so that my body has time to recover and rest.  I need to work on that.  :-P

Monsters Under Your Bed

I have returned from my trip!  Hurray!  Back to writing poetry!  I hope to be writing some more new things to share.  I'm glad to be back home now.  :-P  Here's a new poem for you!

Little kids always think that there's a monster in their room at sometime in their life.  They get scared in the middle of the night and mom and dad will come in and reassure them that they are safe.  There are no monsters in the closet.  There are no monsters under the bed.  Here is a poem I wrote about a little kid who has monsters come out from under the bed at night.  They don't come to scare him, but to get him into trouble.  But, the picture I posted is more of a cute monster reading with a little girl.  I thought it was sweet, so I added it.  :-P  You can never grow wrong with a picture.  Anyway...  Let me know what you think!  Comment, share, and enjoy!  :-)

Monsters Under Your Bed

Nighttime is when
Monsters begin
To tiptoe and creep
Towards you as you sleep.
They will get you awake
By the noises they make.
They'll mess up your hair
Because they don't care.
They are monsters you see
And they'll do as they please.
They will tickle your toes
And they'll tug on your nose.
Using their armpit jelly
They'll make your room smelly.
Throwing clothes on the floor
And scratching up the floor.
They will break all of your toys
With a joyous monster noise.
And when they are threw
Destroying your room
They will make sure the blame
Is on you.  It's a shame.
But your mom never sees
She only thinks you tease.
And your dad rolls his eyes.
To him they are just lies.
So until the next night
You'll just have to sleep tight.
And simply live with the fact
That your room's always attacked.
Live with being annoyed
With your room all destroyed
And the monsters will take pride
Under your bed where they hide.

bed

I had said a while back that I was going to write another poem without rhyme.  Here is the product.  I'm rather tired and looking forward to bed, so maybe that's where I got my idea and inspiration.  I also wanted to play around with capitalization, punctuation and overall format.  I felt that with this poem it worked out rather well.  I hope you enjoy it.  Goodnight everyone!

bed

bed

a bed is a place

a place to rest

for sleep

naps
relaxation

dreaming

wishing

a bed is a place

 for making love

spooning

affection

closeness

intimacy
it is a place

a place for

contemplation

reflection

meditation

prayer
a bed is a place

a place to

recover

heal

cry

recuperate
bed

a bed is a place

a place where i would like to be

Early to bed, Early to rise... means you gotta be quiet.

Early to bed, Early to rise... means you gotta be quiet.

First off, I'm going to say that I myself have probably been the "loud neighbor" at one time or another in my life.  Probably more than once.  Definitely more than once.  :-P  

You ever have loud neighbors?  My roommate from college, Denae, and I had some neighbors who were a little loud.  There were a few nights where it would be rather late and we could hear them talking through the walls while we would be trying to go to bed.  And, I think, one or two of those nights when they were a little loud, we actually complained to our hall director about them.  At least then, we knew who was to blame because we knew what wall the talking was coming from.  :-P  There were other times though.  I found these to be more annoying.  It would be in the morning.  Now, when you do not have an 8:00 AM class, you really enjoy the extra hour or so that you get to sleep.  That's hard to achieve when your neighbors would be up earlier than you and be really loud in the bathrooms/their rooms anywhere from 6:30 to 8:00 AM.  So, this poem was my polite and nice way of asking the neighbors to be just a tad more courteous in the mornings while others are still asleep.  I put it up on the doors in the bathroom since Denae and I didn't really know which neighbors were to blame for the loud noises.  Sometimes I feel like my mom needs this too.  :-P  She can be loud in the mornings when she's up.  I love her, but she has a habit of walking with determination.  Almost like stomping, but not quite.  My sister, Hannah, says that mom got up that early and put on her shoes and walk around loudly so as to wake her and myself since we would still be in bed.  My mom gets up pretty early in the mornings, so, of course, Hannah and I are still asleep.  But, My mother goes to bed early and gets up early.  She works hard during the day whether she's at the office or home in the yard.  She accomplishes much.  She's a hard-working woman, so therefore, I can't really complain too much about her being loud.  She should be more of an inspiration, than an irritation, but I'm young, she's my mom, and maybe someday I'll learn.  :-P

Early in the morning

You may be awake,

But please be aware

Of how much noise you make.

This poem was short.  So, I felt as though it needed a little more information about the backstory of where it came from.  Also, I don't know if it really needs a title.  But, I do really like this poem.  You have any stories of people being too loud while you're trying to sleep?