Poems on Sylvia Plath Seeking Friendly Advice
#SylviaPlath
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Poem Published
7th Dec 2017 7:45pm
7th Dec 2017 7:45pm
Rose Garden
Rose Garden, bringer of light,
Can I touch your majesty ---
It is illusive as
blood unshed.
Trap me in your glory ---
A thorn has never been so
Deliberate as you.
Loves contraption I inhale
To emerge on pale stems as
Beads of your curse,
As fated as the physical self
To run home as rivers to sea.
To place your buds in vases ---
Such homing you would never know,
But to wither on the bush,
To only find with time to grow
Into your season; your destiny.
So, my heart for you would grow. ...
Can I touch your majesty ---
It is illusive as
blood unshed.
Trap me in your glory ---
A thorn has never been so
Deliberate as you.
Loves contraption I inhale
To emerge on pale stems as
Beads of your curse,
As fated as the physical self
To run home as rivers to sea.
To place your buds in vases ---
Such homing you would never know,
But to wither on the bush,
To only find with time to grow
Into your season; your destiny.
So, my heart for you would grow. ...
#rose
#SylviaPlath
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Poem Published
18th Oct 2017 10:34pm
18th Oct 2017 10:34pm
Moon Of Steel
It is a heart,
This holocaust I walk in,
O golden child the world will kill and eat. ‘
- Sylvia Plath
(1)
Oh, caustic dream,
Coiled neatly as a spring,
How you wait.
You release your deities
Marrow to holiness ---
A sacrificial precipitate.
The gentle creature
Stirs in a basin of
Hollowed out containment
Awaiting the lactation of
A thousand milky stars,
And I saw it,
Numbingly fortunate on
A crisp, linen sheet
Stained by heresy. ...
This holocaust I walk in,
O golden child the world will kill and eat. ‘
- Sylvia Plath
(1)
Oh, caustic dream,
Coiled neatly as a spring,
How you wait.
You release your deities
Marrow to holiness ---
A sacrificial precipitate.
The gentle creature
Stirs in a basin of
Hollowed out containment
Awaiting the lactation of
A thousand milky stars,
And I saw it,
Numbingly fortunate on
A crisp, linen sheet
Stained by heresy. ...
#dark
#SylviaPlath
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Poem Published
14th Sep 2017 10:53pm
14th Sep 2017 10:53pm
The Forgetting
I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets. '
-Sylvia Plath
(1)
Here, where the sea
Meets the sky
How I drift, drift away,
Forgetting it all somehow.
I am a zephyr ---
Painted blue to match
The sky.
How the nascents are
Overwhelming, the clouds
Copious with this
Cotton ---
Peeling from a harvest of
Forgotten dreams;
Goals.
How I wrote of this place
When dawn found me
Suspended in red-auburn
Embellishment ---
The Moons final...
-Sylvia Plath
(1)
Here, where the sea
Meets the sky
How I drift, drift away,
Forgetting it all somehow.
I am a zephyr ---
Painted blue to match
The sky.
How the nascents are
Overwhelming, the clouds
Copious with this
Cotton ---
Peeling from a harvest of
Forgotten dreams;
Goals.
How I wrote of this place
When dawn found me
Suspended in red-auburn
Embellishment ---
The Moons final...
#sea
#sky
#SylviaPlath
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Poem Published
18th Aug 2017 10:46pm
18th Aug 2017 10:46pm
Under Stones
I am terrified of this dark thing
That sleeps in me
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.'
-Sylvia Plath
(1)
What would it take to
Tap into me, The World ---
A great Mother-Tree.
For I am sunk beneath stones
An infiltration of what you
Cannot see ---
I am at this very bottom,
I know how you fear me.
A transformational ruse,
A standard of legacies;
Wrought by curiosity.
How I meld into this fray,
Dug deep by moles...
That sleeps in me
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.'
-Sylvia Plath
(1)
What would it take to
Tap into me, The World ---
A great Mother-Tree.
For I am sunk beneath stones
An infiltration of what you
Cannot see ---
I am at this very bottom,
I know how you fear me.
A transformational ruse,
A standard of legacies;
Wrought by curiosity.
How I meld into this fray,
Dug deep by moles...
#trees
#nature
#SylviaPlath
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
19th Jul 2017 1:10am
19th Jul 2017 1:10am
Arien
Ride the wind, carry your torch
Such mythology ---
A splendor.
Swallow the fitful wave
As you arise to cast your
Dubious divide.
How deep your furrows
Rising agonic ---
What demise.
Your pace I can never catch
Shaken to rein, barebacked;
So empty inside.
Hands peel away as
You fly, mercuric, borne of
A heavens' stride.
My head flies back
Hair locked in a vaccum to
Reciprocity, a candor.
Estuarian blankness,
A stasis to penetrate
The worlds...
Such mythology ---
A splendor.
Swallow the fitful wave
As you arise to cast your
Dubious divide.
How deep your furrows
Rising agonic ---
What demise.
Your pace I can never catch
Shaken to rein, barebacked;
So empty inside.
Hands peel away as
You fly, mercuric, borne of
A heavens' stride.
My head flies back
Hair locked in a vaccum to
Reciprocity, a candor.
Estuarian blankness,
A stasis to penetrate
The worlds...
#horses
#SylviaPlath
#LifeAsAWriter
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Poem Published
29th Jun 2017 11:36pm
29th Jun 2017 11:36pm
The Veil
If you only knew how the veils were
killing my days ' -Sylvia Plath
(1)
Lift the veil ---
The secret is revealed.
The numbing millennia
Cannot shake its
Vestiges.
It slithers a substance
Flaccid as a January morn,
Stiffening its shimmering
Substitutions.
It has a heart
As secrets do, it wears a
Suit of grey; its weatherproof
Guaranteed not to fail
Anytime soon.
The still air preys upon it
To silence its last shriek;
To become the Earths' sweetheart
In...
killing my days ' -Sylvia Plath
(1)
Lift the veil ---
The secret is revealed.
The numbing millennia
Cannot shake its
Vestiges.
It slithers a substance
Flaccid as a January morn,
Stiffening its shimmering
Substitutions.
It has a heart
As secrets do, it wears a
Suit of grey; its weatherproof
Guaranteed not to fail
Anytime soon.
The still air preys upon it
To silence its last shriek;
To become the Earths' sweetheart
In...
#death
#SylviaPlath
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
14th Jun 2017 10:04pm
14th Jun 2017 10:04pm
Adrift
I am too pure for you or anyone.
Your body
Hurts me as the world hurts God. '
- Sylvia Plath
(1)
A candles credulosity
Cast away to repair
Tentacles of green
Airspray.
Salt of the earth
Eaten red, a blare
Sickens the heart of Mary.
I need not your abysmal
Tunnel of depravity deepening
Creeping on air,
Destitute;
Rising serpentine swath
Of indignant hair.
Silken wafer
Body of oneness,
Leave, leave ---
Break the surface
To sink...
Your body
Hurts me as the world hurts God. '
- Sylvia Plath
(1)
A candles credulosity
Cast away to repair
Tentacles of green
Airspray.
Salt of the earth
Eaten red, a blare
Sickens the heart of Mary.
I need not your abysmal
Tunnel of depravity deepening
Creeping on air,
Destitute;
Rising serpentine swath
Of indignant hair.
Silken wafer
Body of oneness,
Leave, leave ---
Break the surface
To sink...
#SylviaPlath
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
11th May 2017 11:07pm
11th May 2017 11:07pm
A Future
What cruel hurt,
A childs merry-go-round
Locked in a
Stony-eyed stare ---
Spinning, latching the eyes
To brownish wood-knots.
Bare-feet basking in sun
A wind gaze splintering
Into a gust of impermanence ---
Trolley your gutter-spin
Vomited by bluebirds
Into the mouths of candle-wicks.
Leaves hide the treachery of
Branches in trees
Flown to countenance ---
A nest of bees.
Sting the hands with
Hot molten bars of
Vibrancy to callous-marks, ...
A childs merry-go-round
Locked in a
Stony-eyed stare ---
Spinning, latching the eyes
To brownish wood-knots.
Bare-feet basking in sun
A wind gaze splintering
Into a gust of impermanence ---
Trolley your gutter-spin
Vomited by bluebirds
Into the mouths of candle-wicks.
Leaves hide the treachery of
Branches in trees
Flown to countenance ---
A nest of bees.
Sting the hands with
Hot molten bars of
Vibrancy to callous-marks, ...
#SylviaPlath
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
7th May 2017 11:24am
7th May 2017 11:24am
Sylvia
how ingenious
a photo taken
the year of their marriage,
hands grasping his
around her waist
and years later
arms holding their children
and in between,
the New England tanned blonde
to English mouse brown pale
still
always those dark eyes
penetrating
telling on herself,
showing plainly
the frailty, the pain
the wire she walks
between
brilliance and sanity
between
chaos and poetry,
between a child's cold
and suicide
still
coveting the...
a photo taken
the year of their marriage,
hands grasping his
around her waist
and years later
arms holding their children
and in between,
the New England tanned blonde
to English mouse brown pale
still
always those dark eyes
penetrating
telling on herself,
showing plainly
the frailty, the pain
the wire she walks
between
brilliance and sanity
between
chaos and poetry,
between a child's cold
and suicide
still
coveting the...
#suicide
#SylviaPlath
#LifeAsAWriter #MentalHealth
#LifeAsAWriter #MentalHealth
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
28th Apr 2017 6:31pm
28th Apr 2017 6:31pm
I Am Not Dust
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary
The trees of the mind are black.
The light is blue.' - Sylvia Plath
(1)
Under the dew
There is a place ---
Cold, dark and wild,
Embued with peace.
The moon is aware of it
In its pale knowing;
It is blue-black, A-ghast.
I came from the dirt to
Return to wintering
Here, where I no longer
Drip red ---
Blunt razor in hand like
The space in between
My thoughts ---
I need no pardon here
From...
The trees of the mind are black.
The light is blue.' - Sylvia Plath
(1)
Under the dew
There is a place ---
Cold, dark and wild,
Embued with peace.
The moon is aware of it
In its pale knowing;
It is blue-black, A-ghast.
I came from the dirt to
Return to wintering
Here, where I no longer
Drip red ---
Blunt razor in hand like
The space in between
My thoughts ---
I need no pardon here
From...
#SylviaPlath
#graveyard
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Poem Published
28th Apr 2017 6:30pm
28th Apr 2017 6:30pm
Wild Thing: A Poem
The wild thing becomes a poem;
How it crawls on its white belly
To scrape the grass.
Its jaws are the insight,
Its paws the indifference,
Its nails the drudging instruments.
It knows it must struggle to live
In such ignorance as this wilderness.
How its death would be so
Forgotten so it must
Fight to stay remembered.
How it clambers up the slippery
Side of humanities cliff in storms
Of humility and mendacity.
How it shudders in a morning chill
Of those who would read it.
How it would fill them with this void; ...
How it crawls on its white belly
To scrape the grass.
Its jaws are the insight,
Its paws the indifference,
Its nails the drudging instruments.
It knows it must struggle to live
In such ignorance as this wilderness.
How its death would be so
Forgotten so it must
Fight to stay remembered.
How it clambers up the slippery
Side of humanities cliff in storms
Of humility and mendacity.
How it shudders in a morning chill
Of those who would read it.
How it would fill them with this void; ...
#SylviaPlath
#WritingPoetry
#TedHughes
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Poem Published
5th Apr 2017 11:06pm
5th Apr 2017 11:06pm
Geranium On Tulip Row
I cannot see the red inside,
Nor know how it is contained ---
Such fear erupts
When it leaks and flows
And my knowing gives
It away.
I cannot hold it in my hand
To soothe its fear untoward ---
I cannot read the suns command
Nor drop its lifes reward.
A tulip goes from green to red
And sunders life away ---
A vein expands and then contracts
To send hopes interplay.
I watch my hands that cup the air
As red shards fall, one by one ---
As the blooming geranium
Loses all...
Nor know how it is contained ---
Such fear erupts
When it leaks and flows
And my knowing gives
It away.
I cannot hold it in my hand
To soothe its fear untoward ---
I cannot read the suns command
Nor drop its lifes reward.
A tulip goes from green to red
And sunders life away ---
A vein expands and then contracts
To send hopes interplay.
I watch my hands that cup the air
As red shards fall, one by one ---
As the blooming geranium
Loses all...
#flowers
#nature
#SylviaPlath
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