3 More Poems, Regrets,waking,noise and Quiet
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!”
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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.
But-
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
Waking
This is a soft, sweet poem about waking up next to a lover. Sometimes, the most tender moments are in the morning:
Waking
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.
