Poems Inspired by Shakespeare
#WilliamShakespeare
Poems inspired by Shakespeare. Prose and poetry inspired by scenes, characters and plays, including reworks and parodies. Also poems about William Shakespeare himself, including praise, criticism and memorials.
Night's Embrace
To thee I must confide a somber tale,
That shadows deep and dark do hold my heart
In twilight's grasp, where light and dreams unveil,
I dwell within the gloom, ne'er to depart
The night enfolds me in its velvet cloak,
Where phantoms drift and whispered secrets stay
Within the dusk, where once bright hopes are broke,
I find a refuge, far from light’s array
No sun’s embrace nor dawn’s inviting gleam,
Shall coax me forth from shadow’s hidden lair
In darkness’ grasp, my soul doth weave its dream,
And in the gloom, I...
That shadows deep and dark do hold my heart
In twilight's grasp, where light and dreams unveil,
I dwell within the gloom, ne'er to depart
The night enfolds me in its velvet cloak,
Where phantoms drift and whispered secrets stay
Within the dusk, where once bright hopes are broke,
I find a refuge, far from light’s array
No sun’s embrace nor dawn’s inviting gleam,
Shall coax me forth from shadow’s hidden lair
In darkness’ grasp, my soul doth weave its dream,
And in the gloom, I...
#dark
#rhyming
#scary
#SelfReflection
#WilliamShakespeare
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The Dark Between Hells
In realms 'twixt hells where shadows deep do dwell,
A place forsaken, ne'er by light adorned,
There lies a darkness darker than e'en Hell,
Where souls lament, by Heaven's grace forsworn.
No fiery pit, nor brimstone's searing flare,
But void eternal, still and void of sound,
Where echoes of despair do fill the air,
And restless spirits wander, lost, unbound.
In this abyss, 'twixt realms of doom and sin,
No hope doth shine, nor mercy doth descend,
For here the damned, their endless...
A place forsaken, ne'er by light adorned,
There lies a darkness darker than e'en Hell,
Where souls lament, by Heaven's grace forsworn.
No fiery pit, nor brimstone's searing flare,
But void eternal, still and void of sound,
Where echoes of despair do fill the air,
And restless spirits wander, lost, unbound.
In this abyss, 'twixt realms of doom and sin,
No hope doth shine, nor mercy doth descend,
For here the damned, their endless...
#heaven
#hell
#narrative
#religion
#WilliamShakespeare
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Pomegranate Kisses
The light in me
craves the darkness in you.
The hint of lust in thine eyes,
tells me that you want me too.
We mustn’t waste time,
as we have none to spare.
Make haste to ye’ olde pomegranate tree,
and wait for me there.
Under the cloak of the night’s sky
we’ll be hidden in the dark.
Devouring each other,
under the blooming pomegranates,
until we hear the cry of the lark.
- Poetic Gawdess
craves the darkness in you.
The hint of lust in thine eyes,
tells me that you want me too.
We mustn’t waste time,
as we have none to spare.
Make haste to ye’ olde pomegranate tree,
and wait for me there.
Under the cloak of the night’s sky
we’ll be hidden in the dark.
Devouring each other,
under the blooming pomegranates,
until we hear the cry of the lark.
- Poetic Gawdess
#lover
#lust
#night
#sensual
#WilliamShakespeare
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Roses And Relations Reborn
Roses And Relations Reborn
I woo my sister. “If the lover of Prospero’s daughter were not fictional wouldst thou not be his leading lady on the stage called life?”
“Dost thou make oracular airs? Such prophecies are not made in jest,” she says.
“Ah, just a portent of love glimpsed from afar.”
“Given my impeccable femininity attested to by thee wouldst thou let a bitter man’s choice fill thy shoes?”
“Since our womb abode was the same surely to share the same bed would be a...
I woo my sister. “If the lover of Prospero’s daughter were not fictional wouldst thou not be his leading lady on the stage called life?”
“Dost thou make oracular airs? Such prophecies are not made in jest,” she says.
“Ah, just a portent of love glimpsed from afar.”
“Given my impeccable femininity attested to by thee wouldst thou let a bitter man’s choice fill thy shoes?”
“Since our womb abode was the same surely to share the same bed would be a...
#brother
#erotic
#sensual
#sister
#WilliamShakespeare
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more than theatre
as the globe burned
around him he thought, I need to go back to Anne, I’m
done with it all, I’ve done
all I can ..
around him he thought, I need to go back to Anne, I’m
done with it all, I’ve done
all I can ..
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Ode to Will.
O how we ache to ape your dexterous pen
from home to academe and beyond,
advertising addiction, once again
fat-witted, keyless to your fairylands.
We've compacted with devils, pilgrimaged
to the dual new place of birth and death,
become churchlike there, there to be amazed
to breathe air holding mem'ry of your breath.
Enrapt to hobnob where you, honeytongued,
for such gossip I'm a wanton glutton
enhoped to have pen and my words reyounged
to your age, to be kissed with your atoms,
Still sparkling nigh...
from home to academe and beyond,
advertising addiction, once again
fat-witted, keyless to your fairylands.
We've compacted with devils, pilgrimaged
to the dual new place of birth and death,
become churchlike there, there to be amazed
to breathe air holding mem'ry of your breath.
Enrapt to hobnob where you, honeytongued,
for such gossip I'm a wanton glutton
enhoped to have pen and my words reyounged
to your age, to be kissed with your atoms,
Still sparkling nigh...
#fiction
#historical
#nonfiction
#sonnet
#WilliamShakespeare
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no one’s perfect
I love twelfth night, although I think
the treatment of malvolio is appalling
I love a midsummer nights dream although I think the depiction of the mechanicals is demeaning
I love shakeare, but not all of him
the treatment of malvolio is appalling
I love a midsummer nights dream although I think the depiction of the mechanicals is demeaning
I love shakeare, but not all of him
#WilliamShakespeare
#PopCulture
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To Shakespeare's sonnet 73.
I do see in you now the passing years
but then, you are several hundred years old,
still, your evergreen leaves shan't fall as tears
for your scribe scribed you in real solid gold.
Fear not honoured sonnet about black nights
for searching eyes will gleam on you en mass,
your sun shan't sink for all lust for some light
to but dimly gleam in your poet's glass.
In you rhymes light full raging fire's roar,
brighter, as the sweet birds singing sound dims,
knowing I too, shake 'gainst that closing door
where, behind, your writer's...
but then, you are several hundred years old,
still, your evergreen leaves shan't fall as tears
for your scribe scribed you in real solid gold.
Fear not honoured sonnet about black nights
for searching eyes will gleam on you en mass,
your sun shan't sink for all lust for some light
to but dimly gleam in your poet's glass.
In you rhymes light full raging fire's roar,
brighter, as the sweet birds singing sound dims,
knowing I too, shake 'gainst that closing door
where, behind, your writer's...
#sonnet
#historical
#WilliamShakespeare
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A Soft Kiss Upon Shakespeare’s Lips
My Bohemian Wild Orchid
Oh, my love you are going to set chasten hearts on fire
If what you softly serenade to corridor of my mind, is from the ambience of your timeless desires
Will those poems festering in your heart tell the world how we danced in the moonlight
The illumination, setting the seductive mood, coveting our glorious minds in plight
Blindly we drift
In the shadows of life, connection of hearts goes weary finding ways to uplift
What was done in the lust of darkness shall regress
Lust, passion, desire, rapture fate...
Oh, my love you are going to set chasten hearts on fire
If what you softly serenade to corridor of my mind, is from the ambience of your timeless desires
Will those poems festering in your heart tell the world how we danced in the moonlight
The illumination, setting the seductive mood, coveting our glorious minds in plight
Blindly we drift
In the shadows of life, connection of hearts goes weary finding ways to uplift
What was done in the lust of darkness shall regress
Lust, passion, desire, rapture fate...
#sun
#water
#sensual
#WilliamShakespeare
#seductive
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Mrs Shakespeare, gripes
Your pen has admirable addictions '
writes Will's goodwife ' for a batchelorship,
you clutch tight, employment's invitation,
me? Mere kitchenwenched to your brats, gossiped
By fly-bitten lewdsters, my name besmirched
in Shottery, birthplace of Susanna,
you may mind, when we were but six month wed!
I've tried honeytonguing you and pander
...
writes Will's goodwife ' for a batchelorship,
you clutch tight, employment's invitation,
me? Mere kitchenwenched to your brats, gossiped
By fly-bitten lewdsters, my name besmirched
in Shottery, birthplace of Susanna,
you may mind, when we were but six month wed!
I've tried honeytonguing you and pander
...
#fiction
#sonnet
#historical
#WilliamShakespeare
#nonfiction
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Richard III
I need a new arch-villain to rouse me
from my foppish slugabed addiction,
to castigate my fist, grown right weary
through my poor lacklustre, ruminations.
Though who, matters not, batty or bloodstained.
I've a Prince in mind, Richard of Gloucester,
malicious and twisted, hunchbacked, at pains
to elbow his way, brutally, to power...
With two wee bairns entowered, to wrench hearts,
the inconvenient fact of a wife,
to shed, to warm his feet at the kings hearth,
with a bloody final...
from my foppish slugabed addiction,
to castigate my fist, grown right weary
through my poor lacklustre, ruminations.
Though who, matters not, batty or bloodstained.
I've a Prince in mind, Richard of Gloucester,
malicious and twisted, hunchbacked, at pains
to elbow his way, brutally, to power...
With two wee bairns entowered, to wrench hearts,
the inconvenient fact of a wife,
to shed, to warm his feet at the kings hearth,
with a bloody final...
#fiction
#sonnet
#historical
#WilliamShakespeare
#nonfiction
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Et Tu, Brute? Et Tu...
You too Brutus, you too, in this deed
to make your Caesar's mortal self to bleed,
see, his cloak, drawn across his eyes
better blackness seen as Caesar dies
than iron blades such friendship breeds...
Tonight a widow wears her weeds
think on this and on your fears feed
before long Caesar's ghost will cry
You too, Brutus!
Harken, Mercury's swift winged heels
come as guide to feed Charon's needs,
to boat Caesar down the Styx this night
from this unkindest cut, I breathe my last sigh,
for friends, your enemies will...
to make your Caesar's mortal self to bleed,
see, his cloak, drawn across his eyes
better blackness seen as Caesar dies
than iron blades such friendship breeds...
Tonight a widow wears her weeds
think on this and on your fears feed
before long Caesar's ghost will cry
You too, Brutus!
Harken, Mercury's swift winged heels
come as guide to feed Charon's needs,
to boat Caesar down the Styx this night
from this unkindest cut, I breathe my last sigh,
for friends, your enemies will...
#rhyming
#fiction
#historical
#WilliamShakespeare
#nonfiction
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