Bedtime poems talk about sweet dreams and happy thoughts. They fill your mind with positivity and create a warm feeling inside. Bedtime is when you get to visit Dreamland.
It’s like going on an adventure every night. It’s a time when your body and mind get fresh for the next day. It’s like a special gift you give yourself every night!
Bedtime poems are short and sweet, just enough to create a peaceful atmosphere without keeping you up for too long.
The words used in these poems are easy to understand. They create beautiful pictures without making your brain work too hard.
Characters in these special poems are usually friendly and kind. They could be animals, stars, or even friendly monsters.
Let’s read some of the beautiful bedtime poems and share them with our loved ones, as sharing provides an opportunity for connection and shared enjoyment.
Dawn
An angel, robed in spotless white,
Bent down and kissed the sleeping Night.
Night woke to blush; the sprite was gone.
Men saw the blush and called it Dawn.
I Love You
By Anonymous
Widely awake, I’m drowning in fume
Deeply asleep, is that you presume?
No. I’m still enchanted by your perfume
Earnest in waiting for the night in bloom
So that I can wish upon the stars in gloom
For you to be with me in my lonesome room.
Good Night My Sweet Love
Alone in the night, I realize
In your absence, who can disguise?
Or replace you in my eyes?
None! Don’t be surprised!
Good night my sweet love!
Lovely Night
By Anonymous
Close your eyes my baby,
It’s time to rest your head,
I love you oh my baby,
It’s time to go to bed,
In bed we will hug,
It’s gonna be so snuggly,
In bed we will snug,
It’s gonna be so lovely.
Good Night, Empress
Listen to the coordinated sound of my heartbeat
Written boldly in letters meant for your eyes alone.
I miss you and that settles it
For I will be right there by your side
Before the breaking of the dawn
I am bound, I am bound, for a distant shore,
By a lonely isle, by a far Azore,
There it is, there it is, the treasure I seek,
On the barren sands of a desolate creek.
Behind Each Star
By Annette Wynne
Behind each star a small dream hides
But will not show its head,
Unless you’re very, very good—
And fast asleep in bed.
Sleep Time
By Annette Wynne
When day is over, Mother sings songs
And each child climbs into the crib where he belongs,
And says his prayers, and thinks of things he did all day,
Whether at school or home or on the street at play.
But he never quite gets through for his eyes shut tight
And he doesn’t even hear Mother putting out the light.
When the Day Is Over
By Annette Wynne
When the day is over, Mother comes and says “good-night”
Very low and then puts out the light;
And God who sees the whole world go to sleep,
Says softly to us all when shadows creep,
“My tired children, now, good-night”—
And then comes dark, for God puts out the light.
The Land Of Nod
BY Robert Louis Stevenson
From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.
All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do —
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.
The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.
Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.
Meet Me In The Dreams
By Anonymous
Good night and sleep well!
Hope you have dreams as sweet as I am!
As cute as my face is.
And as adorable as the person I am.
I know I am so charming that you can’t stop thinking about me
But just sleep now to meet me in the dreams.
You Are Only Mine
By Anonymous
Mine forever, that’s true.
You and no other, that too.
I don’t mind giving my everything to you.
To secure and protect you, girl.
You are always on my mind.
Even when there’s no cloud left in the night.
Oh girl! You are only mine.
Goodnight, My Baby.
By Jane And Ann Taylor
Little baby, lay your head
On your pretty cradle-bed;
Shut your eye-peeps, now the day
And the light are gone away;
All the clothes are tucked in tight;
Little baby dear, good night.
Yes, my darling, well I know
How the bitter wind doth blow;
And the winter’s snow and rain
Patter on the window-pane:
But they cannot come in here,
To my little baby dear.
For the window shutteth fast,
Till the stormy night is past;
And the curtains warm are spread
Round about her cradle-bed:
So till morning shineth bright
Little baby dear, good night!
This is all about sweet Bedtime poems.