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3 More poems, regrets,waking,noise and quiet

Updated on August 8, 2015

I Can't Get Off the Floor

This is a poem about things we sometimes do that we later regret:

I Can’t Get Off the Floor

I can’t get off the floor;

My heart is too heavy.

My breath smells of tequila

And of mistakes that I’ve made.

The drum beats in my head.

“No one will know!”

“Oh, God, no!”

“No one must know!”

I taste the carpet dust.

I am surrounded by the scent

Of him and what he wants,

And I would run away, but

I can’t get off the floor.

The power in my legs is gone,

Used up by regrets.

Somewhere, I hear a door close

On my innocence,

And I am dressed only in tears.

And the drum beats in my head.

“I thought I said no!”

“I told you no!”

“No one must know!”

Black and blue are colors

That aren't seen in the dark.

A lamp nearby is broken,

It mimics the shards of my heart.

Still, I can’t get off the floor,

And the drum beats in my head:

“No one must know!”

“I’ll always know!”

“I thought I said no!”

Sylvia Plath Reads "November Graveyard"

The Buzz

Being a person that prefers quiet over a noisy room, this is a poem that I was bound to write sooner or later. It also about waiting for intervention when we are on the brink of hopelessness:

The Buzz

Sometimes there’s so much noise,

That the world seems too far away.

There is no way

To reach the bricks

Upon which hope is built.


Sit quiet,

And sit still.

Wait for the dream,

And come it will.

Sometimes there’s so much

Of the noise outside that

We get lost,

But we're still alive.

Sit quite,

Sit still,

Believe in hope,

And come it will.

Hold out a hand

To the heart divine,

Rest your soul

From the stress of time.

Sit quiet,

Sit still,

Wait for God,

And come He will.

Poetry Reading Anne Sexton


This is a soft, sweet poem about waking up next to a lover. Sometimes, the most tender moments are in the morning:


My heart belongs to the morning sun,

Bird songs and soft wet dew.

My heart warms with approaching dawn

And spooning next to you.

My lover, it won’t ever get better

Than waking up in your arms!

There’s magic in the emotional tether

That binds me with your charms.


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    • purpleveil profile image

      Vanessa Kristovich 7 years ago from Vineland,NJ

      Thank you. I was afraid they were too short, but I'll give it some thought.

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      attemptedhumour 7 years ago from Australia

      Very nice to share your thoughts, i think the poems deserve to be single hubs and would work better that way. Cheers