Plath´s poems are so dense to me... maybe because I´m her namesake and might sometimes carry similar feelings of sadness and desperation...Well, as to your poems, they´re excellent! Congrats from Brazil,
Yours in Poetry,
Rain, Streaming Down
Rain-slick roads, black and gleaming Drops on the windowpanes, streaming It seems even the sky is weeping Even the sky is burdened by tears
I am alone, encircled by my fears.
The rain keeps dripping down Like tears falling softly onto this suburban town