Shakespear Poems - Poems about Shakespear

...His lover died upon a cold, stone tomb floor, poison on her lips. How could this happen? Shakespear miss-translated an old Italian tale. A fairy tale commits suicide. Alternative versions ......Read the rest...

...I give up on love because I love too much I love too hard I feel too much I think too much of you when we are not in touch I am a jelous patner I suspect you are easy to corrupt I give up on ......Read the rest...

... Strangely, the world – strange Has transformed from graceful, With stardust laughing across the plains, Sunlight silences the darkness, the night Falling beneath the shadows of light…......Read the rest...

...In my youth I fell, through the backstage door. Gave them the hard sell, a time and place score. The stars shined that night, with a golden glow. Like love at first sight , I wanted the show. ......Read the rest...

...Shakespeare& C0 6-7 years ago, I was in Paris for a wedding and reading poetry, the reading was met with protests by the public who protested again my anti-Israel and pro-Palestinian poems. Th......Read the rest...

...Love,like art should be free It should not be forced, rather grow like a tree It's not something we set or control It's something we should let freely to roll It's a force that comes into our liv......Read the rest...

...I blink as I look into your caramel eyes Sifting through your features trying to find flaws yet failing Words cannot explain the way I feel when I see your face I see my world in your eyes, never ......Read the rest...

...NOT FROM THE STARS DO I MY JUDGMENT PLUCK In fact those eyes has made standard of this crime As the skin and clothes may be the label of its guise WHEN IN THE CHRONICLE OF WASTED TIME WHAT'S IN......Read the rest...

...Point of No Return YELLOW BEAR PAW! circular arm saw. In my head, I'll be famous when I'm dead. There is something wrong with the people here for sure, it simply is something that we cannot......Read the rest...

...I wanted to be famous, So I thought I'd write a pome. Somethin' reely spiritchul, With touching undertones. Somethin' folks would reed about, When I'm dead and gone, And call me poet, artist,......Read the rest...

...What is Today Shall be History tomorrow All that comes Shall ultimately Go. Who was born When was born Where was born What he did How he did When did he do Where did he do All shall be r......Read the rest...

...Again she sees those vibrant sleeves of green And hears those gentle whispers and soft sighs Alone beneath a willow lost in dreams An old woman reflects through misty eyes To see her now so dee......Read the rest...

...Writing is my meditation Not a gift from the gods It serves to keep me sane It remains loyal at all times It has become a common thread in my short existance Ever present in my unruly life Its ......Read the rest...

...I will not tumble down nd fall to wat u say u expect of me I will not curve my pen My ink remains insync with me My poetry is deep! Sometimes a little off edge but deep nonetheless Why shud I b......Read the rest...

...I'm not ya regular modern day shakespear, for starters I'm real here's the main. I break fear. Dessert is served with hate cleared from the table. I put love on it, don't believe in them fables, I'm ......Read the rest...