All The Worlds A Stage Poems | Examples


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Travelling At the Speed of Light Pink

i buy only gold glitter so that all that glitters is gold
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if opposites attract then would opposite not attract the same
Als well has dried up but it it lasted a while
unfortunately he fell in it and died didn't end well
not in love but my head is still over my heels
when life gives you lemons squirt them in its eye who wants lemons
always get out of my bed at the bottom
so i can punch anybody that says i got out the wrong side
see if you count in half seconds is that a waste of time
if all the worlds a stage
wheres the exit
i don't seem myself
then why the  are you telling me

Premium Member Oh Death

Oh, Death

What do you do when you tire of being you?
Realize that as Shakespeare said:
“all the worlds a stage”
and you play but a bit part
a whimper, a shout,
a repetitious nightly death…
then dawn.

Oh dawn,
Oh blinking ray of heaven’s lie
deny me this feigned applause,
limp roses, tattered curtain call.

Oh, death
Oh dimming light of sunset
show kindness
as you edit out my role,
discard my costumed lie,
remove me from the stage.

My final line an echo
searching for an exit.


John G. Lawless
©7/18/2021

Humiliatus

Aren't we?
High class my ass
A veneer
That's all it is
Different thicknesses
Undercover libertines 
Counterfeit Charlatans
Not everyone, maybe
But the majority
All the worlds a stage
As you like it right
Not everyone, okay.
Yeah, altruism exists
In its anonymity
Even Mother T. supposedly had her hand in the till
Can you believe that
Negligence too, Lawks-a-lordy
One hundred and ninety-five countries
Eight billion people
Seven thousand languages
Forty-two hundred religions
The makings of a  show
…and it is, isn't it?
Nuke up
Puke up
Tally ho and away we go


Seed

If all the worlds a stage, that would explain all the posers an clowns. Where intelligence is dead and ignorance abounds. Peace an love can't be in a world of violence and hate. Humanity must pull together before it's to late. Marley said the power of love must overcome the love of power. Until that day our world becomes darker by the hour. So do your part to end hatred an greed. The tree of love grows only if you plant the seed.

Premium Member Albert and Marilyn

all the worlds a stage...
einstein and marilyn monroe...
both...super iq's...

different life roles...
close friends till death did them part...
to...know the other...

Premium Member Reality Reversed

2001 space odysseys
50th anniversary...
an anormal film

no hollywood fights
love triangles or monsters...
no thing as absurd

possible fiction
a reversed reality...
was worth a tear 

all the worlds a stage
and we are but some actors...
reality silt


All the Worlds a Stage

All the worlds a stage 
and all the men and women mearly players. 
They have their entrances 
and their exits and one man in his time plays many parts.... 
I've played my dream role. 
I've seen it come to pass. 
I've cried at the closing of the show whilst the show of my life continues on.
If I could reprise the role for just a day, I would. 
To see, 
to taste,
to touch, 
to understand and laugh with the text, 
to understand every nuance and quirk of the show. 
One last time and serve it justice.
To make sure that the show never closed
So if for whatever reason the show did close, no one would ever play it better than I. For now the play continues on.
Maybe, just maybe, one day I'll get to reprise that role. 
On that day, if that day happens, 
and if that day comes shining it's beautiful face to the dawn of a new tomorrow;
I'll weep golden, shimmering tears of joy.

Neil Peart Plus

fish eye lenses
pretenses 
all the worlds a stage
we are merely pretenders

triple entendre 
RUSH to see
the Moving Pictures

cry as they go by 
taken away 
from tonight's 
Limelight 


~JSL

Premium Member Beauty On the Page

"She walks in beauty like the night"
 Lord Byron gave us inspiration and delight
 "One shade the more one ray the less"
His words always shone so bright

"I know why the caged bird sings"
Maya felt the caged bird's angst
"The free bird leaps on the back of the wind"
The caged bird hope is often dimmed

"A  curious cloud surprised the sky"
Emily's words did satisfy
Dipped in honey and served with pie
Nature she oft did personify

"All the worlds a stage"
And William's plays were on many of them
His sonnets sparkled  like gems
 To all these poets,  and many more
Who with their quills our minds engaged
And inspired us in so many ways
 And  gave us wings that we may soar
Because their words are beauty on the page

Premium Member All the Worlds a Stage

Why, why,             
            the question
upon all the world's
lips
Why,why
           with a world
           weary sigh
they ask
and wonder
                       why
and yet
with the
           same voice
deny
aye
          deny
                    again
             and   again
inherent
waywardness
               constant
                 self centred
                  ness
ego
worship
              a theism 
              of me
                        me
me
for  beyond them
                     selves
they cannot
                    see
this
earthly             
                    reality

Listen to me read aloud 
my poetry @    
http://youtube.com/ichth
yschiro

Premium Member Shine

Don't trade your light 
to be someone's shadow,
Blow In on the rays of the Sun

Like fire, set the room ablaze
hypnotize all you see;
No one will break that stare

Make them shade their eyes 
dazzle, sparkle 
dragging the speed of light 

As they say
'All the worlds a stage'
And this, this is your hour

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