Plath Poems - Poems about Plath

J. Smythe with Sylvia Plath Amongst the trees he walked, a distant form, She, like the leaves, danced in the summer breeze. The plan, he'd hoped, would keep her safe and warm, Suddenly, she demanded her release. The summer passed,...Read the rest...

Villanelle: "Beyond the Pane" B. Marquardt-Alexander with Sylvia Plath and Ima Gen (credited to all) In sunlight's haze, I stare beyond the pane, A world outside, where love and joy remain. Where freedom calls, my heart begins to...Read the rest...

I emerged / born with a silver pen in hand …and a tempest raging within. Words writhe, a serpent's coil …tightening their grip A soul adrift in a sea of …self-made iniquity. I buried my daddy …in the black shoe …by...Read the rest...

The raven is too hyperactive at my window pane. Hear how noisy its wings are; was napping, now knocking knees. Was about to turn over, with restrictions of the homebound, As the shadows fly off tight walls, this...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

The chalk returns to dust Disappearing the dread of dreamless nights Just to turn into the contents of a cannon ball Where inner turmoil is shot into the blue Blurred electrical pulses - firing in enclosed space Catching fire the...Read the rest...

Sylvia Plath ? In this world danced her words, in a poet's breath, Sylvia lived in realms of love and strife, Her verses weaved from darkness to bright wreath, A soul immersed in tumultuous life. With pen in hand, she bared...Read the rest...

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What she might have been was hidden Beneath self-destruction and depression Despair so black it silenced light, war-ridden Life without purpose, true love forbidden Leaving darkest doubt lost in the impression What she might have been was hidden Her emotions, joy...Read the rest...

WASH the moon ----> bring some soap between dirty words might have been born unlike fetus' now dead How about Boris Karloff: makeup for monster actor acting so funny i died crying life How fruit flies like bananas weeping finding out...Read the rest...

For Sylvia Plath So where do you float now; Genius of misery Keeper and kept Of those mysterious bees? You would frown at an epitaph, I know. But epitaphs are inevitable, You know. Anyone who's read your lines Wonders how you did it; How those lines,...Read the rest...

tiny diamonds, like two tamed supernovae, in earlobes; a shiny forehead which would do to powder; Sylvia Plath bookmarked with my love letter 31.o8.2019 Writing Challenge 3, August 2019 - Six Lines Sponsor, Dear Heart- Wiishkobi Ode Syllables Per Line: 5...Read the rest...

i never knew who she was until i was called "plath-like"; same obscured thoughts abundant in poetic frame of mind i scribble thoughts like shadows on walls beneath a pale moon that play in the corner where darkness looms then fade out before the bloody...Read the rest...

Dust rises thick with grim, sweat drips from rims of drug-store eyes he wears to spy. A parting of the slats, which dangle by twin hooks This Moses at the sea will look, and count, to see who's...Read the rest...

Having succumbed to suicidal insouciance, From which mellifluous melted words dripped, She fought the nemesis of the inner annoyance, Who beleaguered her with languishing lips. The lithe lips whose fingers scratched labyrinthian letters, Upon parchment paper with opulent...Read the rest...