Poems on William Shakespeare Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems on William Shakespeare published by members recently online.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
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
263 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
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
263 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
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
263 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
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
263 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
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
263 reads
2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
27th May 2012 10:08am
27th May 2012 10:08am
the sex and violence of a metaphor
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
#death
#WilliamShakespeare
2093 reads
22 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
27th May 2012 10:08am
27th May 2012 10:08am
the sex and violence of a metaphor
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
#death
#WilliamShakespeare
2093 reads
22 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
27th May 2012 10:08am
27th May 2012 10:08am
the sex and violence of a metaphor
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
#death
#WilliamShakespeare
2093 reads
22 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
27th May 2012 10:08am
27th May 2012 10:08am
the sex and violence of a metaphor
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
#death
#WilliamShakespeare
2093 reads
22 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
27th May 2012 10:08am
27th May 2012 10:08am
the sex and violence of a metaphor
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
#death
#WilliamShakespeare
2093 reads
22 Comments
Lyrically_Inclined
Poem Published
31st May 2018 1:37pm
31st May 2018 1:37pm
Unfaithful
Cometh hither I plead
As I expound on thy beauty
Thy quim a wondrous fruit
Thine ass an apple of orchards blossom
Thy lips, plump, supple,
Exquisitely divine
Lift up thy petticoat
As I vouchsafe upon thy will
My will
Betwixt us
Sins elixir
Lust
As we did lie in the throes of passion
I breathe thy scent of paradisiac remorse
I remember
‘Hell hath no fury
Like a woman scorned’
Thus evening falls
And I return to the melancholy ...
As I expound on thy beauty
Thy quim a wondrous fruit
Thine ass an apple of orchards blossom
Thy lips, plump, supple,
Exquisitely divine
Lift up thy petticoat
As I vouchsafe upon thy will
My will
Betwixt us
Sins elixir
Lust
As we did lie in the throes of passion
I breathe thy scent of paradisiac remorse
I remember
‘Hell hath no fury
Like a woman scorned’
Thus evening falls
And I return to the melancholy ...
#lust
#erotic
#betrayal
#beauty
#WilliamShakespeare
875 reads
16 Comments
Lyrically_Inclined
Poem Published
31st May 2018 1:37pm
31st May 2018 1:37pm
Unfaithful
Cometh hither I plead
As I expound on thy beauty
Thy quim a wondrous fruit
Thine ass an apple of orchards blossom
Thy lips, plump, supple,
Exquisitely divine
Lift up thy petticoat
As I vouchsafe upon thy will
My will
Betwixt us
Sins elixir
Lust
As we did lie in the throes of passion
I breathe thy scent of paradisiac remorse
I remember
‘Hell hath no fury
Like a woman scorned’
Thus evening falls
And I return to the melancholy ...
As I expound on thy beauty
Thy quim a wondrous fruit
Thine ass an apple of orchards blossom
Thy lips, plump, supple,
Exquisitely divine
Lift up thy petticoat
As I vouchsafe upon thy will
My will
Betwixt us
Sins elixir
Lust
As we did lie in the throes of passion
I breathe thy scent of paradisiac remorse
I remember
‘Hell hath no fury
Like a woman scorned’
Thus evening falls
And I return to the melancholy ...
#lust
#erotic
#betrayal
#beauty
#WilliamShakespeare
875 reads
16 Comments
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