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.
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Poem Published
10th May 2024 5:50pm
10th May 2024 5:50pm
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
171 reads
8 Comments
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Poem Published
21st Feb 2024 00:53am
21st Feb 2024 00:53am
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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5 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
13th Feb 2024 3:48pm
13th Feb 2024 3:48pm
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
179 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
6th Feb 2024 6:43pm
6th Feb 2024 6:43pm
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
434 reads
7 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2024 6:04pm
3rd Feb 2024 6:04pm
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
173 reads
2 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
14th Jan 2024 11:39am
14th Jan 2024 11:39am
In the Middle
There's got be something better than
in the middle” ~ The Wallflowers
For me my life is a modern riddle
hopelessly stuck now in the middle
crisscrossing oceans with their blues
in search of any true hidden clues
Trying to rewrite this bleak history
change it from an unsolvable mystery
sprinkling some new lines of hope
anything to truly help me then cope
Here between its beginning and end
knowing time is never my friend
showing rhyme as...
in the middle” ~ The Wallflowers
For me my life is a modern riddle
hopelessly stuck now in the middle
crisscrossing oceans with their blues
in search of any true hidden clues
Trying to rewrite this bleak history
change it from an unsolvable mystery
sprinkling some new lines of hope
anything to truly help me then cope
Here between its beginning and end
knowing time is never my friend
showing rhyme as...
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#WilliamShakespeare
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3 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
13th Jan 2024 6:50pm
13th Jan 2024 6:50pm
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
190 reads
2 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
28th Dec 2023 6:16pm
28th Dec 2023 6:16pm
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
170 reads
4 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
27th Dec 2023 8:29pm
27th Dec 2023 8:29pm
Macbeth a tragedy
I have ruminated my Holinshed
not idleheaded as in fairyland,
but stern employment and in fullhearted
hobnob with the past to put to my hand
a play, master Holinshed, obliged me.
And a right cruelhearted play at that,
to sharp out-herod's killing roguery
a Scott's King's murder an', all that, begat....
I shall out, out, pen's honey-tongued humour
to metamorphize to foul bloodyness,
to silence my groundling's jaded clangour
and turn rivals to...
not idleheaded as in fairyland,
but stern employment and in fullhearted
hobnob with the past to put to my hand
a play, master Holinshed, obliged me.
And a right cruelhearted play at that,
to sharp out-herod's killing roguery
a Scott's King's murder an', all that, begat....
I shall out, out, pen's honey-tongued humour
to metamorphize to foul bloodyness,
to silence my groundling's jaded clangour
and turn rivals to...
#fiction
#sonnet
#historical #WilliamShakespeare
#historical #WilliamShakespeare
178 reads
4 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2023 11:28pm
2nd Dec 2023 11:28pm
Dagger
I keep it close to my heart
to spill thick ink in the night
christening the write
once the stabbings then start
For within this wicked art
there is such a true delight
with a blade gleaming bright
makes these unfaithful seas part
As I splash upon the virgin page
then leave so many new clues
After unleashing my jagged rage
in any direction I do so choose
Prepared now for the vacant stage
win...
to spill thick ink in the night
christening the write
once the stabbings then start
For within this wicked art
there is such a true delight
with a blade gleaming bright
makes these unfaithful seas part
As I splash upon the virgin page
then leave so many new clues
After unleashing my jagged rage
in any direction I do so choose
Prepared now for the vacant stage
win...
#evil
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#PowerOfWords
#WilliamShakespeare
15 reads
8 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
13th Nov 2023 9:52pm
13th Nov 2023 9:52pm
In his own words
Over one thousand words I have exposed
and fitted right champion to the tongue,
note, some I ungraved, some, unretired,
if asked ' Who's hot-blood, metamorphized these?'
Tell them, William Shakespeare, esquire
(make strong hints as to my Unknightedness!)
late of St Helen's parish, Bishopsgate,
London, now home again, in my birthplace
in our New Place, Stratford -upon-Avon.
Once I had youth's Friday nights eagerness
to belly forth to embrace employment
of my...
and fitted right champion to the tongue,
note, some I ungraved, some, unretired,
if asked ' Who's hot-blood, metamorphized these?'
Tell them, William Shakespeare, esquire
(make strong hints as to my Unknightedness!)
late of St Helen's parish, Bishopsgate,
London, now home again, in my birthplace
in our New Place, Stratford -upon-Avon.
Once I had youth's Friday nights eagerness
to belly forth to embrace employment
of my...
#fiction
#historical
#WilliamShakespeare
158 reads
2 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
10th Nov 2023 9:48pm
10th Nov 2023 9:48pm
Shakespeare Soliloquizing at Home
To be or not to be in London town;
plagued by armed bandits in dog-turd strewn streets,
arse racked bloody on lame nag's rough ride down,
and greets by sicked, pox-pricked-bawd's beggars bleats?
Foul beer, stinking bacon and beds be damp
where Taverners are filthy cheating rogues,
the roiling smog brings ague and hand cramps,
chance of hen's teeth, not whole clay-pipes to smoke...
But friendings there, Burbage and...
plagued by armed bandits in dog-turd strewn streets,
arse racked bloody on lame nag's rough ride down,
and greets by sicked, pox-pricked-bawd's beggars bleats?
Foul beer, stinking bacon and beds be damp
where Taverners are filthy cheating rogues,
the roiling smog brings ague and hand cramps,
chance of hen's teeth, not whole clay-pipes to smoke...
But friendings there, Burbage and...
#fiction
#sonnet
#historical #WilliamShakespeare
#historical #WilliamShakespeare
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