Short Ophelia Poems
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Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?
A Silly Poem
by Spike Milligan
Don Key and Ophelia Balls
Were screwing around in the halls
A teacher explained
Last night it had rained
And slippery halls can cause falls
Ophelia rolled in the clover
With Peter, Dick, & Ben Dover
The Vicar dropped by
And all heard her cry,
"Love the seats in your Range Rover!"
Ophelia had cancerous breasts
According to all of the tests
But old Doctor Kaiser
Was simply a miser
Who plundered the most treasured chests
Like a ravished maiden
pale, forlorn and ashen
the birch lay in the still pond.
Dreams of Ophelia evoke nostalgia,
as golden tresses move on,
splay upon the water
feast upon our daughter
a beautiful vagabond.
Was
he
gilding
the lily-
or girl of his dreams
Femme fleur Ophelia by Maurice Bouval
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umbrella graveyard
broken spines, dead in the street
hurricane hits hard
We are currently in the grips of the aftermath of hurricane Ophelia - there has been some damage on our little Island but so far everyone is safe although there have been several fatalities in Ireland where the storm seems to be centered:-(
10/16/17
~Parallel strands of blonde silk hide her vulnerable eyes.
If only to foresee what shall lye ahead.
Surrender to my embrace Ophelia.
Judgement nor prejudice dispel a hearts' affection.
Lay now bound journal.
Rippled with twill,tell your jaded past.
May lips sealed try to speak.
Solace crests upon a subdued soul.
I rest at feet for truth.
Our love lead not for despair.~
O luckless maid! such beauteous
blush with modest blandishments
did'st flash to woo a Prince
o'erthrown, in madness' grasp!
Still-born, ne'er meant to flourish,
true love was the hapless prey,
Polonius lay cold, extinguish'd
in the Dane's misguided sway.
It drove thee mindless, to a frenzy,
death thy only destination,
borne by rippling river's eddy
to thy final resting place.
I watch you slowly sink
taking longer than expected.
I imagined Ophelia
flowers drifting over you
floating in the dark water.
Reality is more sordid
and yet still sensual;
your breasts now visible
outlined by the wet fabric
of the dress.
That dress.
The Glastonbury dress;
the dress you wore for him.
Your vacant eyes stare accusingly
as if you didn't have it coming:
Whore.
O luckless maid! such beauteous
blush with modest blandishments
did'st flash to woo a Prince
o'erthrown, in madness' grasp!
Still-born, ne'er meant to flourish,
true love was the hapless prey,
Polonius lay cold, extinguish'd
in the Dane's misguided sway.
It drove thee mindless, to a frenzy,
death thy only destination,
borne by rippling river's eddy
to thy final resting place.
O luckless maid! such beauteous
blush with modest blandishments
did'st flash to woo a Prince
o'erthrown, in madness' grasp!
Still-born, ne'er meant to flourish,
true love was the hapless prey,
Polonius lay cold, extinguish'd
by the Dane's misguided sway.
It drove thee mindless, to a frenzy,
death thy only destination,
borne by rippling river's eddy
to thy final resting place.
O luckless maid! such beauteous
blush with modest blandishments
did'st flash to woo a Prince
o'erthrown, in madness' grasp!
Still-born, ne'er meant to flourish,
true love was the hapless prey,
Polonius lay cold, extinguish'd
by the Dane's misguided sway.
It drove thee mindless, to a frenzy,
death thy only destination,
borne by rippling river's eddy
to thy final resting place.
O luckless maid! such beauteous
blush with modest blandishments
did'st flash to woo a Prince
o'erthrown, in madness' grasp!
Still-born, ne'er meant to flourish,
true love was the hapless prey,
Polonius lay cold, extinguish'd
by the Dane's misguided sway.
It drove thee mindless, to a frenzy,
death thy only destination,
borne by rippling river's eddy
to thy final resting place.
O luckless maid! such beauteous
blush with modest blandishments
did'st flash to woo a Prince
o'erthrown, in madness' grasp!
Still-born, ne'er meant to flourish,
true love was the hapless prey,
Polonius lay cold, extinguish'd
by the Dane's misguided sway.
It drove thee mindless, to a frenzy,
death thy only destination,
borne by rippling river's eddy
to thy final resting place.
Her innocence in daisy plaits ,displayed
Such naievty was so soon betrayed,
Touching romance' nettle brought much pain
When discarded,by his disdain,
Tears welled upon her pillow,
Forsaken love long wears the willow-
A broken heart,no words could save,
Death's red poppy,petals her grave.
Inspired by Ophelia by John Everett Millais
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while you wondered, to be or not to be
I already knew my truth
to walk this world alone, my love
confused and mad with grief
water it calls to me, I ask
how deep do I drown my sorrows
for a man who never loved me
never wiped my tears, never held my hand
I knew my fate before anyone
to drift on endless tides tangled in the reeds
call me Ophelia once more, my love
I will hear you as I die
You're gone, my love
Carried by the current
Slowly drifting,
Until the extinction of the day.
I could not see in the wave
Any mark of your body,
But just the clouds, embroidered with gold,
In reflections, gliding on the deep water.
Would you be a new Ophelia?
From the mud would rise bubbles,
Amount towards dusk,
The distant shores of oblivion ...
RC - octob 2015
My Sweet-Candid Ophelia
Hamlet did loveth your fairness yet frailness
You showed him and the World that Love's pure through your playful kindness
The sweet haunting of your departing has taught us a happy yet bittersweet lesson.
William did giveth you a mercy ending for all the pain in the world.
You'll forever remain in Hamlet's heart
For which you're bounded in eternity
Amen
Post-Script, Love XO Isaiah A. Asangalisah.
It pulls at me
Like a memory
Bend, sway
Lightning cracks
Over the watercolor horizon
I stand, moon-eyed
To watch as the vitality of the sun
Slips beneath the inky surface
She wore a crown of mercury
Falling below forty degrees
A new fire, lost in the juniper spring
Murky mire, ivory, onyx, and grey
Today's Ophelia, temples florid rose
Her many layers swell with drink
Lazy river, great brown god
I was up to my chin
And now I wade
I feel solidified
Captured in blue-green horizon
They are eternal and faceless
My lungs; brown paper bags deflating
My milk structures are curdling
There are tiny mouths taking microscopic airs
Aerated and heavy as oxygen in a stone sphere
Gaumless and watched by black-ochre shadows circling
Compacted as mud underfoot and crushed
By reaching hands exploring my hollow flesh
Taking me further down and circles of dust
Rosaries in waterlogged,
I had to Stretch two Myles of Bob wire
Before the sun Rose at Dawn that day
I sent my Bill but still had to Sue,
They Jess didn't Ophelia like they'd pay
I was Maddi as I've ever Ben
Ann I told them of my Amber, too
Asked them to meet me in the Alli
To settle this little piece of Stu
I saw a little Ray of Hope then
Their Tony softened Berry sickly
I sent them the Bill with one more threat
Hannah they Peytoned very quickly
11/13/16
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