#sylvia poems on Hello Poetry

GitacharYa VedaLa Oct 2014

Eyeful of tears
Mindful of fears
Are the only arrears
She left

That depressed soul
Created a big hole
By leaving her role
In poetry

That decomposed smile
Melted me for a while
I traveled many a mile
For her

Republishing my old poem again after reading WL Winter's poem on Plath.

One of my favourite poets

#love #depression #pain #loneliness #plath #sylvia

mark john junor Sep 2014

her singsong voice

the quick natural boys run fast in the the shadows
powerful to the truths of their age
young with wet cowlick face i ran too
holding a dogeared book
of her gentle phrase
felt like the world could have been mine
gentle breeze stirring the faded leaves
and all thouse bright summer faces
who's names have now gone

so strong she took to wing
flew so high saw the sun unadorned
so beautiful this elegant one
her quick smile had no cracks
her clean eyes were full of loving joys
so like the majesty of night
softly entrance
with such gentle caress
so strong took to wing
soared above the green world
swimming in the summer skies and clouds
bathing sweetly in the heavens
with stars for jewels
with moons for toys
so beautiful elegant one

tight the young hand
on the broken book
where her singsong voice was captured so beautifully
could see the worlds mystery's
with such young clarity
she had a way about her
that explained to my young head
all the fresh young boy things i would need
to be with such a strong beauty
with such an elegant promise fulfilled
so i ran like wind
ran like compassion and lightening
fast as the summer sun
strong as winter whispers
for her
my sweet her
in my heart
while her singsong voice captured me in every way

(tribute to sylvia plath..my sweet her)(edited)

#tribute #plath #sylvia

Hewasminemoon Jun 2014

Goodnight Sweetie

Long and long I wish at night.
Rip slowly then we speak.
Until we wound, ruin, and bruise one another; let us sleep.
I feel the words sloshing in me.
Waded ashore.
Valley’s drowned.
I wish i would have known you and you would have known…
At two. At three.
Can you hear me smiling?
Insomnia emBEDded in me.
Hold me (down)
When the rain comes; gravity pulls.
Eyes foggy.
Soak me in ink.
Violently i’ll twist and crack.
You repeat it until it loses it’s meaning.

"If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression of something beautiful, but annihilating."

Quote by Sylvia Plath

#plath #sylvia

Hewasminemoon Jun 2014

je suis la gueule de bois

We are a sickness sometimes.
It has never been so easy.
I spent hours staring at a tiny screen.
I couldn’t stop spilling.
These hands still trembling.
Six months since I saw you.
There is relief in this.
In this moment; this memory.
Tuesday never came, not really.
Tonight we breathed heavily and I listened to you laugh.
It lifted something off of me.
I am so afraid that time will tell me nothing but ’I told you so’
That winter will come, and we will melt away.
I can only remember harvest gold.
It won’t come back to me.

"I am drowning in negativism, self-hate, doubt, madness."

Quote by Sylvia Plath

#drunk #sorry #drinking #plath #sylvia #hungover

Daisy Niamh Douglas Jun 2014

Esther in Disguise

Sylvia Plath was always my Favourite writer
Ever since i Realised i was Esther in Disguise
with my trembling bambi-legs and great doe-eyes.

Ruined Bloodied Ruptured
by my First Embrace
The rings of His love-bites held me in place;
they looked like Chains of lace.

i look around me and wonder what people see.
Do they see the same girl that i see
Preserved in the amber bud of His eye?
Shrunken Bruised Browned Buried
Under the mountains of His lies
'Here she lies, Esther in Disguise'.

Or do they see the girl that can't ever make up her Mind?
And just won't Decide
Who she is and what she wants to be?

How did I get here, under that same Bell Jar, like thousands of other women before me?
I'm Cut
Off by the Sea.

And in my Isolation,
(On That island of Desperation)
All I can hear are the forlorn Kisses of the Tide
Stifling Suction on a Sandy Shore
Replacing the musing mewls of knife-beaked gulls
"I am I am I am"

#lonely #isolation #plath #alienation #sylvia

EJ Aghassi Jun 2014

ode, I suppose

miss Plath you make my heart ache
-or, Sylvia, if you prefer-

the world wasn't ready
you deserved to be heard

miss Plath I always see you now
whenever I close my eyes

I feel you in my tears, breathe
you out in disappointed sighs

miss Plath your troubled tender
step, is met in like with my own

descent to darkened corridors
we're both so far from home

sweetest sorrow, you still emanate
transcend and warp my days

in this time I feel it more than ever
in the most dire of ways

miss Plath I wish I could do more
than a mad man's rambling ode

but I sing it now: if life were fair
darling, you would not have died alone

<3

#sylvia

A May 2014

Sylvia

I think of you often.
Though you are not here.
Inspired.

Wake up.
Why won't you answer me?
Shake.
Nudge.
Wake up.
Can you not hear?
Or are you ignoring me?

Clouds suffocate your light.

You're already gone.

#love #poem #depression #sadness #death #cry #sylvia

EP Mason May 2014

Untitled

''I dream of talking to him again, under apple trees at night in the hills of orchards; talking; quoting poetry; and making a good life.''

- Sylvia Plath

#quote #plath #sylvia