Best Stratford Upon Avon Poems

beyond the road curve ahead I do not know,
we are still far and distant from winter snow,
autumn has sprayed green leaves some yellow, some red,
as they spiral and fall to their grassy bed.

these foliage tell tales of life and death,
glory of existence and that final...

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In my green green salad days 
I roamed in my thoughts over the universe
Immersed with the great writings.
Then physically exposed to different cultures
Meeting people of different sects and creed
Enacted Moliere in his own National theatre of Paris,
Oh, the Eiffel Tower and the Chateaus 
The bard’s...

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Upon bitterly cold dawning hours of one January 2000 day
the Harns family desperately sought a place to live – “hay
there” Nelson Swartley (an independent realtor) 
politely responded bringing unwelcome news viz our sos re lay
informing us (myself the missus, and two young toddlers –
daughters begotten...

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To the man who cheered my childhood idleness

When want of money seized the Mario Bros from me.

To the man who planted in me the seed of madness

To string words like multi-coloured beads to see

Some hidden truth, to say some itchy sadness,

To display the velvet waves...

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I am a descendant of Greece and the
Greeks,
We say hello and goodbye by kissing
Both cheeks,
But I also descend from the British,
For my father was very, very English!
I am a true mix of English
And  Greek,
And fluent in both languages when
I speak.
Visitors go to Greece by...

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William
sensitive, gentle, poetic, romantic
son, husband, father, grandfather
lover of the theatre, the Dark Lady, the Fair Youth
who feels empathy, jealousy, love
who fears the plague, empty playhouses, lovers' betrayal
who'd like to see his popularity, his undisturbed grave, true author recognition* 
resident of London and Stratford-upon-Avon, Warwickshire
Shakespeare

* some...

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Six years ago, whilst touring England, we visited Anne Hathaway’s cottage,
In Stratford upon Avon, I saw William Shakespeare’s ghost.  Boldly I
Approached him, Mr. Shakespeare Sir, may I use part of your Macbeth’s,
Soliloquy for my new poem, very alike to how to I interpreted part...

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I, William Shakespeare, was granted a chance -
Travel in time left me speechless for once. 

« The question of to be or not to be »
« Yes » landed me in 2023. 

I yearned to be your favorite because 
I divulged vast range of mankind’s flaws. 

To my distraught...

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There are many websites to help you
When a theatre break is what you require
You can go to London or Stratford
Book a three star hotel or much higher

So without all the dots and the dashes
the cos the coms and the nets
Here are the names you’ll be...

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On April twenty-third was born and died
Within a Stratford-upon-Avon home
A legend of the stage and land aside
The Thames; throughout all London did he roam.
Began an actor in the Globe, the man
Filled hearts with laughter, tears and history,
Left his Suzanna, Hamnet, Judith, Anne
And traveled far to...

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      Baptized    April 26,1564
      Deceased  April 23,1616
      In Stratford-upon-Avon,
      Warwickshire, England.
      At only 52 years of age!

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Doth if not thrill thee, Poet,
Dead and dust though thy art, 
To feel how I press thy singing 
Close to my heart? 
By Richard Le Gallienne 
(The Passionate Reader To His Poet) 

A teenaged husband and father of three,
born at Stratford upon Avon.
He left home...

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Stratford-upon-Avon Shakespeare's town
Where shades of the past are present each day
in daub and wattle homes there can be found
Medieval moments that are at play.

Tragedies staged with death quite violent
In his writing of revenge and torment
Shakespeare lies buried his quill now silent
He wrote of passion and...

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Avon runs swiftly through Shakespeare's town
Stratford-upon-Avon such delightful place
Walk river bank a place renowned
In my mind's eye the Bard I do embrace.

Sitting beneath Weeping Willow tree
Medieval whisper I hear quite clear
Things lost to time, things we did not foresee
Shakespeare's illusory image to me did appear.

His...

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