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My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
I am as Romeo and you are Juliet.
Hear my soul speak,
The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service.
True love does not fret away from nothing
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
For Love is the voice of God.
Love is me and you.
I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind.
You got something better? We’d love to hear it.
To love is to know God
ConnectHook Apr 28
Shakespear was really
A blak lesbian feminist.
Don’t believe the HYPE.
Haiku in response to a maddening NaPoWriMo prompt:
Here’s all of Shakespeare’s sonnets. You can pick a line you like and use it as the genesis for a new poem. Or make a “word bank” out of a sonnet, and try to build a new poem using the same words (or mostly the same words) as are in the poem. Or you could try to write a new poem that expresses the same idea as one of Shakespeare’s sonnets, like “hey baby, this poem will make you immortal” (Sonnet XVIII) or “I’m really bad at saying I love you but maybe if I look at you adoringly, you’ll understand what
September Roses Aug 2018
The satin gown of hope a myth
   The heroes fallen                                      
                                    to the abyss

The bloom of death, no longer risen
Our souls trapped in endless prison

        Existence the master of all
        masked curses
              A song of tragedy with endless

   So if dying breath comes anyway
                  What's it matter
                 How soon the day

All suns set
Some plan no dawn
They care not for those who mourn

           I wish myself
      The blood to stop
     To soon not hold
   A single drop

So I promise you my heart for free
       If you swear
   You'll rip it out of me
why doesn't hello poetry like metaphorical Shakespearean poetry? its so pretty?
Claudia Tara Feb 2018
I will not make amends
      for the sake of neatly tied ends.
What belies the lie we accepted,
        what steal sustains the veil we perfected?
I will not make amends,
         for it is broken.

I am outrage incarnate in
      the sorrow laced across my skin
Dripping down my back the sin, created
      by all I once believed to be fated
I will not make amends.

I am indifference in flesh,
     passivity in my blood enmeshed-
there's no Seymour for to feed you,
      no passage for to peer through
I will not make amends.

I am their voices solid made-
   the cries, the lies, the debt repaid
You do but beg- you'll beg no more!
    A change unto the very core,
I will not make amends!

the chain is broken.
Inspired by Shakespear's A mid Summer Night's Dream, fragments of Little Shop of Horrors, and intense anger on behalf of those who suffer.
Lex Dec 2017
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
And they died happily ever after.
The end.
Jeremiah Mhlongo Sep 2017
She sought for Romeo,
She found a man,
No hero,
Sweet as honey,
A Charming butterfly,
He became hard,
A ****,
A *******,
He made her mad,
Its so sad,
That love can leave you dead,
No Romeo no Juliet,
******* plays a bigger part,
That's all this lovers lust.
To that relationship that lasted One and Five. Sometimes your true love is your worst nightmare.
Charlie Wonder Jun 2016
Should I leave,  or should stay?
That's the question.
My heart believes,  my brain says
the right direction.
The Truth will set me free,
Spoken voice.
By the end of the night I'll be,
making a choice.
Life has professionals.  Life has con artist.
No mattet how much I list them out,
they all seem the hardest.
Stone hearted, Ice cole lovers.
These are never definite yes or no
Eliana Teixeira May 2016
I don't want something like Romeo and Juliet
I don't want something eternal
I don't want something perfect
I want something real.

I want something that we will remember
Something true
Something that nobody would know about
Except for me and you.

And I want it to be like our little secret
I want it to be barried with us
Because the most beautiful love storys
Were never really known.
Asa D Bruss Oct 2014
I am a glass of skim milk.
I am a reconstituted congealed protein fixture-ate
molded like a rack of ribs.
I could be alien technology
if I weren't christmas lights and a projector.
In fact if I were any more prosthetic I'd be...
a picture of a painting of a plastic rose.

I'd be at the globe theatre.
I'd be lear, othello, hammers, macky, romero and roz.
Cuz I'm a lick-on-stamp of higher education,
and I'm a bottle of **** that you find under your seat in the van
when you're so thirsty you can hear Berbers in the distance.

I could be the mermaid on the front of wooden ships.
I would be the black olives on your gordita cruch;
and I'll smile at you with 9 inch long teeth
as I dutifully hang your laundry in the rain.

With dozens of laughs all covering up
tender spots I'm too chicken to cry about
I am a master parade floating up, up,
in the middle of the street,
Til I fall with a ******* box of bottled bourbon *****
for my buccaneer bravado's.

And fists
I make while walking
and beating sticks
I carve, still beating,
with imaginary reasons
that I find a bit disturbing.

When I go walking I go walking off into the ending
cuz I'm just killing time while trying not to go crazy
I shoulda beat up my *** drive in a dark alley
while it was still raining,
and a I shoulda
red more
bled more
sweat-ed more than I did,
cuz I'm standing here in a bucket
with the thunderstorm looming
clutching onto a flag pole for dear life
like it was my mother.
Hoping just for one big bang
to send me off into the twilight
to shoot me out past the moon once again.
Cuz I'm drowning in the rain that doesn't hit the ground.
and I'm smiling like Bob Wiley on a tree stump,
as I sip at strychnine
like it's Chianti.
yeah, more depression stuff, being lonely stuff, failure stuff
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