Least Read Poems on Sylvia Plath
#SylviaPlath
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
8th Apr 2022 7:05pm
8th Apr 2022 7:05pm
The Poet Path
In the steps of Sexton and Plath
I follow this poet path
one of broken glass
one of strewn thorns
As each step still warns
that which lies ahead
will finally tell its truth
secrets kept since youth
Rays of golden sun
battles fought then won
with only myself
leave a mortal scar
A bridge still too far
with this river to cross
this river of deep loss
flows only with what it knows
So, I remain upon the shore
yearning for something...
I follow this poet path
one of broken glass
one of strewn thorns
As each step still warns
that which lies ahead
will finally tell its truth
secrets kept since youth
Rays of golden sun
battles fought then won
with only myself
leave a mortal scar
A bridge still too far
with this river to cross
this river of deep loss
flows only with what it knows
So, I remain upon the shore
yearning for something...
#confessional
#SylviaPlath
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfDiscovery
#AnneSexton
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
4th Feb 2023 7:34pm
4th Feb 2023 7:34pm
Poette
She is a deft poette
always places herself
high upon the top shelf
kept just out of reach
Or safely on the beach
away from a violent tide
lying in a truth denied
in word but not in deed
Just a germinating seed
surely meant to bloom
if just given enough room
watered by sufficient tears
Weaving her barbed years
into a clever tapestry
one that only she can see
deciphering her fine lines
In a poetry which entwines
each listener from the start
with an enchanting...
always places herself
high upon the top shelf
kept just out of reach
Or safely on the beach
away from a violent tide
lying in a truth denied
in word but not in deed
Just a germinating seed
surely meant to bloom
if just given enough room
watered by sufficient tears
Weaving her barbed years
into a clever tapestry
one that only she can see
deciphering her fine lines
In a poetry which entwines
each listener from the start
with an enchanting...
#SylviaPlath
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#art
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
21st Apr 2024 5:41pm
21st Apr 2024 5:41pm
In the Path of Plath
How then to truly do the math
travel within the footsteps of Plath
this shadowing she still casts
how her haunting memory still lasts
Hiding every single scar
safely within a bell jar
she made it safe to say
how I do suffer the same way
For bipolar is my cross to bear
an invisible sackcloth I wear
as I rise to face each sunrise
witnessing with tearful eyes
All that I have done and seen
can never then be made clean
no matter how holy this water
I remain a Confessional daughter ...
travel within the footsteps of Plath
this shadowing she still casts
how her haunting memory still lasts
Hiding every single scar
safely within a bell jar
she made it safe to say
how I do suffer the same way
For bipolar is my cross to bear
an invisible sackcloth I wear
as I rise to face each sunrise
witnessing with tearful eyes
All that I have done and seen
can never then be made clean
no matter how holy this water
I remain a Confessional daughter ...
#bipolar
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#SylviaPlath
#WritingPoetry
12 reads
3 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
5th Sep 2021 2:36pm
5th Sep 2021 2:36pm
Naturistic
I have been this way
since the earliest day
a wanderer of the wood
a disciple of the trees
Listening to the breeze
her whispers
her secret
have not one regret
Following in the path
of Sexton and Plath
making my confession
in this generational procession
Laying myself open bare
being so fully aware
of each moment
of each single breath
From birth until death
this endless flow
the eternal glow
of all that is truly naturistic
since the earliest day
a wanderer of the wood
a disciple of the trees
Listening to the breeze
her whispers
her secret
have not one regret
Following in the path
of Sexton and Plath
making my confession
in this generational procession
Laying myself open bare
being so fully aware
of each moment
of each single breath
From birth until death
this endless flow
the eternal glow
of all that is truly naturistic
#nature
#confessional
#SylviaPlath
#WritingPoetry
#AnneSexton
17 reads
9 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
5th Oct 2022 8:17pm
5th Oct 2022 8:17pm
My Own Bones
Everything she said was like a
secret voice speaking straight
out of my bones” ~ Sylvia Plath
I feel these bones most
in this old wintery discontent
when my body aches
when its silence breaks
crackles static electricity
becomes again dynamic
potential into kinetic
motion is its only burden
which cannot bear itself
knowing every word I said
means more after I am dead
secret voice speaking straight
out of my bones” ~ Sylvia Plath
I feel these bones most
in this old wintery discontent
when my body aches
when its silence breaks
crackles static electricity
becomes again dynamic
potential into kinetic
motion is its only burden
which cannot bear itself
knowing every word I said
means more after I am dead
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#SylviaPlath
#MentalHealth
#aging
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1 Comment
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
19th May 2023 8:35pm
19th May 2023 8:35pm
A Simple Math
There is such a simple math
when it comes to Sylvia Plath
to this undying Confessional fad
for in order to finally add
one must first subtract
leave all balance left in tact
hence one must choose
to be prepared to then lose
before at last you dare take
that final line break
when it comes to Sylvia Plath
to this undying Confessional fad
for in order to finally add
one must first subtract
leave all balance left in tact
hence one must choose
to be prepared to then lose
before at last you dare take
that final line break
#confessional
#SylviaPlath
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
17 reads
6 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
13th Jan 2022 10:01am
13th Jan 2022 10:01am
Confessional
I have no need of a booth
to bleed my truth
share my pain
all over the page
Words to me are
a fresh breath
a glimpse of death
yet far beyond it
A lifetime of lies
is no real surprise
to one who seeks
pure verity
My only possession
a reverent confession
to lay down the lines
fill up the stanzas
Tallying up the scars
like fireflies in jars
meant to be counted
meant to be remembered
to bleed my truth
share my pain
all over the page
Words to me are
a fresh breath
a glimpse of death
yet far beyond it
A lifetime of lies
is no real surprise
to one who seeks
pure verity
My only possession
a reverent confession
to lay down the lines
fill up the stanzas
Tallying up the scars
like fireflies in jars
meant to be counted
meant to be remembered
#confessional
#SylviaPlath
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
18 reads
6 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
10th Aug 2022 8:07pm
10th Aug 2022 8:07pm
American Poet
I am the latest edition
of a longstanding tradition
the poet who silently sits
squarely on the sharp margins
A lone sentinel of the time
weaving all of my rhyme
in order to recapture
this juggernaut of postmodernity
Loving the solitary write
draped only in the cloak of night
but hating all of the rules
that always circle me in
Still trying to end the war
(without keeping score)
between heart and mind
between reason and passion
With each new rendition
I poet the human condition
in...
of a longstanding tradition
the poet who silently sits
squarely on the sharp margins
A lone sentinel of the time
weaving all of my rhyme
in order to recapture
this juggernaut of postmodernity
Loving the solitary write
draped only in the cloak of night
but hating all of the rules
that always circle me in
Still trying to end the war
(without keeping score)
between heart and mind
between reason and passion
With each new rendition
I poet the human condition
in...
#rhyming
#confessional
#SylviaPlath
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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3 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
20th Sep 2022 1:14pm
20th Sep 2022 1:14pm
The Bell Poem
In memory of The Bell Jar
by Silvia Plath (1932 - 1963)
So does it really ring true
this thing that I do
these lines I pen
drowning all my paper
Digging deep inside
what I can no longer hide
toss it all about
sling my silly ink
For what is the point
to finally dare anoint
all of these poems
let them see the light of day
When they will not be read
but simply discarded instead
tossed upon the pile
of unending human failure
Even with this very write
that frittered...
by Silvia Plath (1932 - 1963)
So does it really ring true
this thing that I do
these lines I pen
drowning all my paper
Digging deep inside
what I can no longer hide
toss it all about
sling my silly ink
For what is the point
to finally dare anoint
all of these poems
let them see the light of day
When they will not be read
but simply discarded instead
tossed upon the pile
of unending human failure
Even with this very write
that frittered...
#confessional
#SylviaPlath
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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4 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
18th Aug 2021 8:05pm
18th Aug 2021 8:05pm
Sometime
Sometime for tea
some time for me
to steep
to again reflect
Not to genuflect
before any altar
any stoned idol
to keep me ever busy
For what is it to be free
only to give it away
on any given day
for others to squander
While alone I do wander
down a chosen path
like some wanna be Plath
lighting her own candle
Trying to get a handle
on a line
on a word
just to say what must be heard
some time for me
to steep
to again reflect
Not to genuflect
before any altar
any stoned idol
to keep me ever busy
For what is it to be free
only to give it away
on any given day
for others to squander
While alone I do wander
down a chosen path
like some wanna be Plath
lighting her own candle
Trying to get a handle
on a line
on a word
just to say what must be heard
#rhyming
#confessional
#SylviaPlath
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
20 reads
5 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
6th Dec 2021 7:41pm
6th Dec 2021 7:41pm
Chaos and Poetry
Poetry Response to “Sylvia” by Jade Pandora
How does random madness
become tailored verse
for better or worse
in a literary life
The so unhappy wife
playing the stale role
its exacting toll
on a pure poetic mind
Still needing to confess
among the debrised mess
of a chilled modernity
with all of its shiny fixtures
For not even the Scriptures
are able to finally save
what is meant for the grave
with all of its seriousness
Skipping the confessional ...
How does random madness
become tailored verse
for better or worse
in a literary life
The so unhappy wife
playing the stale role
its exacting toll
on a pure poetic mind
Still needing to confess
among the debrised mess
of a chilled modernity
with all of its shiny fixtures
For not even the Scriptures
are able to finally save
what is meant for the grave
with all of its seriousness
Skipping the confessional ...
#bipolar
#confessional
#SylviaPlath
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
20 reads
3 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
10th Feb 2019 3:44am
10th Feb 2019 3:44am
one weekend
she splashes
across my chest,
arrests
the beautiful flower,
picks a one
of the many
disfavored,
it opens to
finality,
can not can not can not i
breathe
over her life,
it’s always that
hue, sudden,
as if retching-
as if she the cliffs of Monaco-
gild crag Moon cloak,
her favored
goddess or nag
turns her back
once a month,
then a last slit
of blueless London,
i cannot cannot cannot
fit the...
across my chest,
arrests
the beautiful flower,
picks a one
of the many
disfavored,
it opens to
finality,
can not can not can not i
breathe
over her life,
it’s always that
hue, sudden,
as if retching-
as if she the cliffs of Monaco-
gild crag Moon cloak,
her favored
goddess or nag
turns her back
once a month,
then a last slit
of blueless London,
i cannot cannot cannot
fit the...
#SylviaPlath
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8 Comments
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