Sleep

[vishaksagar]

Clear was the sky today, all blue with few clouds;
and what he chose to do, was sleep with a few doubts.
The sun reached the zenith and things seemed to clear,
The rumble in his belly was all he could hear.

Get up now she said. Go brush your teeth.
Wash your silly face and come to eat.
Slowly with effort he rose to the task,
blanket still warm, while he searched for his glass.

Had the food, dishes were done,
back to sleep, clock struck one.
Time to dream, he said now.
Don't disturb! You may go to town.

Bring me a pillow, a feathery one,
red in color, soft as a bun.
Big enough for both to share;
when we lie naked and bare.

As the sun goes down, we shall see;
our passions growing, just you and me.

[newsclippings]

Clear was the sky today, all blue with few clouds;
and what he chose to do, was sleep with a few doubts. - You've already lost my pretty shitty attention span.
The sun reached the zenith and things seemed to clear,
The rumble in his belly was all he could hear.

Get up now she said. Go brush your teeth.
Wash your silly face and come to eat.
Slowly with effort he rose to the task,
blanket still warm, while he searched for his glass.

Had the food, dishes were done,
back to sleep, clock struck one.
Time to dream, he said now.
Don't disturb! You may go to town.

Bring me a pillow, a feathery one,
red in color, soft as a bun. - This is cute.
Big enough for both to share;
when we lie naked and bare. - Scandalous! 

As the sun goes down, we shall see;
our passions growing, just you and me. 

It's hard to tell a story in a poem without sounding like The Night Before Christmas, so I'll commend you for your efforts. The poem started off as very sweet and unsuspecting, you sort of surprised me with the end. Good lucking poeming. 

-S

[nikkisto]

Clear was the sky today, all blue with few clouds;
and what he chose to do, was sleep with a few doubts.
The sun reached the zenith and things seemed to clear,
The rumble in his belly was all he could hear.

Get up now she said. Go brush your teeth.
Wash your silly face and come to eat.
Slowly with effort he rose to the task,
blanket still warm, while he searched for his glass.

Had the food, dishes were done,
back to sleep, clock struck one.
Time to dream, he said now.
Don't disturb! You may go to town.

Bring me a pillow, a feathery one,
red in color, soft as a bun.
Big enough for both to share;
when we lie naked and bare.

As the sun goes down, we shall see;
our passions growing, just you and me.

Some of the details read as mundane and I struggle to see how they add much depth to the piece. And the progression confuses me some, it's like you lay an action down and then immediately contradict it  (sleeping, now awake, nope sleeping again). There are some unnecessary words, and some lines as well I think, that you could edit down to help increase the coherence.

[Erthona]

Clear was the sky today, all blue with few clouds;
and what he chose to do, was sleep with a few doubts.
The sun reached the zenith and things seemed to clear, (as there were "few clouds" there is little significance in this line except to rhyme with "hear" making it a forced rhyme. Of course the dichotomy between the "weather" and "him" makes little sense, especially after it is dropped after S1)
The rumble in his belly was all he could hear.

Get up now she said. Go brush your teeth.
Wash your silly face and come to eat.
Slowly with effort he rose to the task,
blanket still warm, while he searched for his glass. (again this seems a forced rhyme, would she really need to search for his glass, especially if there is only one?)

Had the food, dishes were done,
back to sleep, clock struck one.

"And with the food and dishes done;
he's back to sleep til clock strikes one."

Time to dream, he said now.
Don't disturb! You may go to town.

Bring me a pillow, a feathery one,
red in color, soft as a bun.
Big enough for both to share;
when we lie naked and bare. (redundant)

As the sun goes down, we shall see;
our passions growing, just you and me.

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Overall, the meter is on and off at best, the rhyme pattern varies, and a lot of the content is thrown in just to move those two features along. It seems you are trying to write formal poetry, solely by ear; this is not uncommon for someone beginning to write poetry. Still you need to begin to work on your skill set. I would suggest starting with "Ballad meter" which is similar to what you are attempting here. It consist of four feet of iambs and has an xaxa rhyme pattern in each stanza. An iamb consists of two syllables, with the accent on the second syllable.
Here is an example of four feet of iambs, or iambic tetrameter:

"Because I could not stop for Death"  - Emily Dickinson


There is a brief article on ballad meter as a subsection of Common Meter in this Wiki article

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Common_metre

Also see the section on meter in Wiki under the heading of "poetry" --> "meter"

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poetry#Meter

Best,

dale

[Beyond all Lines]

Clear was the sky today, all blue with few clouds;
and what he chose to do, was sleep with a few doubts.
The sun reached the zenith and things seemed to clear,
The rumble in his belly was all he could hear.

Get up now she said. Go brush your teeth.
Wash your silly face and come to eat.
Slowly with effort he rose to the task,
blanket still warm, while he searched for his glass.

Had the food, dishes were done,
back to sleep, clock struck one.
Time to dream, he said now.
Don't disturb! You may go to town.

Bring me a pillow, a feathery one,
red in color, soft as a bun.
Big enough for both to share;
when we lie naked and bare.

As the sun goes down, we shall see;
our passions growing, just you and me.

There were some things in this poem I think you got wrong but others that you did really well, 'and what he chose to do, was sleep with a few doubts' this line had maybe too many words or needs some rearranging, but just doesnt sound right  to me. Also paragrapg 3 is abit confusing, it's written as if the character is rapidly switching from asleep to awake, that  part needs looking at. Really like this poem though, I can see it being something special. Especially liked I think your second paragraph was spot on, great imagery and gave me a cute imagining of the characters

[Lip Kingdavid]

I like the ideas you're going for, but I think you have a lot of room to express them better. The language is a little bit mundane, and some of the rhymes seemed like a bit of a 'grasping-at-straws' type rather than something realized. "The sun reached the zenith and things seemed to clear." is a great line, and shows me that you're more than capable of something far more interesting and evocative. Go through the work again with that as a benchmark and you'll have a far better poem on your hands.

[Jasper]

I'm not sure I completely understand the story you were trying to tell with this poem. The rhymes in general seemed forced, like you were trying to find words just to fit the rhyme. I think your word choice could have been better. The pronoun use was also somewhat unclear, as you introduced three different characters. I'm not sure who was the "we" you referred to. I did enjoy the imagery and mental image I got from this.

[Mr.Malicious]

Clear was the sky today, all blue with few clouds;
and what he chose to do, was sleep with a few doubts.
The sun reached the zenith and things seemed to clear,
The rumble in his belly was all he could hear.

Get up now she said. Go brush your teeth.
Wash your silly face and come to eat.
Slowly with effort he rose to the task,
blanket still warm, while he searched for his glass. [Glasses? or like, cup glass? Should be more clear on that but hey what do I know.]

Had the food, dishes were done,
back to sleep, clock struck one.
Time to dream, he said now.
Don't disturb! You may go to town. [Feels like "You may go to town" was thrown in just to rhyme.]

Bring me a pillow, a feathery one,
red in color, soft as a bun.
Big enough for both to share;
when we lie naked and bare.

As the sun goes down, we shall see;
our passions growing, just you and me.

[fasmistic]

There is much in this poem that doesn't contribute to the overall story, and i don't think this story is articulated as well as it could be. However the meter and flow works well in this piece, and the rhyming scheme works, even though sometimes it feels like there is some lines that don't make sense but were added just for the rhyming. Over all though not a bad attempt