Beneath the moon's melancholy glow,
Inclosed secrets began to grow.
A journey cut, a tale untold,
In the closed path, emotions unfold.
Her words, a labyrinth of despair,
Yet beauty in each poetic layer.
Through the closed path, a haunting maze,
Sylvia danced in poetic daze.
The bell jar's grip, a heavy shroud,
In the closed path, whispers loud.
Yet, in her verse, a resilient spark,
A glimpse of light within the dark.
Through metaphors and poignant lines,
Sylvia's spirit forever shines.
In the closed path, a poignant song,
Resonates, eternally strong.
Categories:
inclosed, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Find inclosed the tiniest of hugs
like when a child grabs a finger
or when mums kiss it better
unconditional
not given because you had to
or because you want it back
there's no strings attached to this hug
arms wrapped around you
incircled by my love
please accept this tiniest of hugs.
Categories:
inclosed, appreciation, love,
Form: Free verse
Inclosed by a ferocious fortune for eternity
Naught with naught, can't do anything
Escaping means dying
Vicious prognosticated destiny
Inseparable with the prophecy
Trust is the only weapon
Against the foreshadowed storm
Body had been marked
Languidly lurks in the dark
Enticed with concealing the stark
Fallacy of the fate is desperately needed
Although the kismet has been stated
Take it and fight with it 'till the end
Enraging predetermined events will amend.
Categories:
inclosed, courage, deep, destiny, fate,
Form: Acrostic
Now where do I begin
For the past is a great place to start
When clannish is what we became
Whilst adventure was growing in our hearts
Can you honestly imagine where we'd be
Inclosed in our internal peripheral
When one day it came to be
Someone peered over the wall
This step in our ancestral past
Gave way for the way we are now
Allowing interaction, two minds are better than one
Scratching our heads, and finding out how
The only way that this could happen
As we look around our daily lives
Is for us, having crossed borders
Letting imagination in us strive
It's 2012 and we take for granted
What our ancestors created from thought
We use and buy them without care
In reality, we're clannish, and bought
So close your eyes and imagine, something
Be it T.V. the Radio or the car
Lets applaud our Geographical borders, having crossed
We've only started, we have still to go far
Categories:
inclosed, history,
Form: Quatrain
some say the limbs of trees are telling chapters
a pinecedars verse in still measure.
some say a branch can speak as it splinters.
with cinders regognizable for seedling faith.
now pineconed buddha's roll around me
with secrets inclosed in thier bellies
telling me that i look like you.
those same lines round the eyes,
photosynthetic daylight seeking.
with stone marrow to fortify the roots,
structure the face and weather the brow.
twenty nine growth ringed years
past the hardened visage of you
with that bottle in your hand.
you were a pinecone patriarch
that did not germinate in me but die.
Categories:
inclosed, me, me,
Form: I do not know?