#shakespearean poems on Hello Poetry

Breon Jun 2019

I know a man who locks himself inside
His head, his conversations, tucked away
Behind a maze of cheer. Each day, he's lied
A thousand times. He clocks out for the day
And, free but weary, sheds the mask for sleep.
I start the day with coffee, bitter, black,
Which suits my mood just fine. I earn my keep,
then turn around and give until I lack.
The coffee doesn't last, and by the end
I've found myself a stronger, harder drink.
I watch him bottle workdays up, my friend,
And brew himself instead. I'd like to think
We both get by. That doesn't do much good.
This place devours us and drinks our blood.

Apologies to Talib Kweli and anyone who hates eye rhyme.

#sonnet #elizabethan #shakespearean #work #toil #struggle #fatigue

Chase Parrish Mar 2019

Unnamed Sonnet No.11

Is poetry a way to cope with pain?
My chest throbs dully in low agony.
You see, heartache is a physical thing.
It hurts as if it's any wound to me.
I'm not afraid to state my malady,
Depression is what resides in my brain.

And it's the way it manifests, I hate
In doubting in myself, and what I'm worth
In old memories, losses, things of weight
Frustrations pop and boil as on a hearth
Sometimes I wish for return to the earth,
But I've been down that road, in bitter pace.

I write, not for the pain, which wont relieve.
However, when it's shared, it will indeed.

Ok I have something... different to share
The Unnamed Sonnet form is a form I created out of love for the rhyme-scheme of the Italian Sonnet, and for Shakespeare's use of the volta when used in the last couplet. I feel like it's a good deviation from the traditional kinds of sonnets because it fills a needed role. In the Unnamed Sonnet form you have the ability to talk about one idea, in two different ways, and then tie them together at the volta, which because of this will usually end up at the couplet. It is harder to do this in a Shakespearean Sonnet due the theme being carried by three quatrains. Similarly in the Italian Sonnet, the Octave usually controls the theme, then the sestet draws to the conclusion. I feel like two sestets followed by a couplet is a strong way to convey one point in two ways. Or to convey two points, separately, while still drawing a strong conclusion. I will eventually get around to naming it, the name is tied into the first one of it's kind, of which I had to strip it's name.
Would love this critiqued

#sonnet #italian #shakespearean #sad #depression #loss #heart #ache #unnamed

Zackary Mar 2019

In Love and in Envy

I doth love thou with most every an ounce of mine own being
So much so yond mine own heart, nor mine own soul hath not the capacity to deny
O, I doth so hold dearly to mine own consciousness
The knowledge yond I truly beest enamored by thee, mine own dearly beloved
Is the reason I shalt subsist; ‘tis for the envy I hold for the world
And for the love of thee; I doth so deeply cherish
Our time together
And as such is true for dram to nay extant being
For thou art mine own muse, wonder of human creation to behold
With a mind full of thoughts and with a heart full of envy, love, and sorrow
We shalt over wroght
And beest ever so true to thee, I shalt beest
Nay want of yare
Nor an abundance of need
Shalt dispell the love I doth hath for thee
For it hath been writ in stone

Again, this is for Jaymee. I love you; you're everything to me and you always will be.

#elizabethan #shakespearean #love #envy #hatred

Zackary Mar 2019

Thy Recess of Heart

Thy recesses of heart bestowed upon thee
Art the work of a Master, a prodigy forsooth
Thou hast the complexion of that which is pure
Harbingers of hell doth cower ere
Thine beauty of thee; shalt prosper evermore
Allow me to apologize,
For a queen art thou to me,
Whom ‘gainst one could not make delations
Long after yon, at which hour thou art gone
But if 't be true come the day, forced; thy queen walk hence
Shalt thee leave me, nay!
Still wilt ye reside ‘longside me
Beest t in flesh, or beest t in heart
The love I hath for thee, wilt nev'r fall apart

This is for my best friend and my love; I'm sorry I've hurt you so many times, but you've always stayed by my side no matter what. Thank you to all the people out there like that.

#love #elizabethan #shakespearean #soul #apologize

Zackary Feb 2019

Ballad of a Heavy Heart

Thump, thump, thump
Thy heart hath been cast in the dunnest depths of hell
Where all is horrid, and none doth fair well
Thump, thump, thump
Cause teen doth thee, nay!
For teen done unto me, is not as such unto they
Thump, thump, thump
And louder and louder grows the melody of thy temperament
And not four, three, two, but one doth descend from the firmament
Thump, thump, thump
To bringeth peace to the wretched, woeful pentameter
And wish dismemberment upon thy casted phenyl ether
Thump, thump, thump
The hurtling, the hurtling, it grow’st, ever so behooved!
Make it stop, my dearly beloved!
Thump, thump, thump
O, that cursed noise! Let it be dispelled!
Wish I not to feel! To hear! To hell, be it! To hell!
Thump, thump, thump
O, I beg of thee, let thy ***** heave one last time!
Let thy heart love once more, bittersweet as thyme!
Thump, thump, thump
I can go on no longer, I’m sure of it now! Tear my mind from its host!
O, please, my love, my one and only, let it be death’s turn to boast!
Thump, thump, thump
O yes, yes, I wish such upon thyself, for glee I hath not!
In thought, in feeling, I am most distraught
Thump, thump, thump
Can not the same be said for thee?
Mine own love, mine own lady! End thy teen and let it beest seen!
Thump, thump, thump
I wish this odious hurtling beest heard nay more!
O! Mercifully, shalt death’s hands cradle thee, and bring peace? Nevermore!
Thump, thump, thump
M’lady, my everything, say what you will
But pain any less seems rather fittingly ill!
Thump, thump, thump
To leave behind what ye hath built,
Arm in arm did we, as one; it would hurt more than a sword through that drum, deep to the hilt
Thump, thump, thump
O, let still it be heard! For cease, it shall not!
And lest not, we bethink our final bethought
Thump, thump, thump
For forever in my heart lives thee
And forever will thou be cherished, my fair lady
Thump, thump, thump

Hurtling means noise and teen means pain. My dear Jaymee, I love you more than you could ever know, and you will always be my everything.

#elizabethan #love #sorrow #shakespearean

Breon Feb 2019

just another day (sonnet)

The night winds down to embers, left to die
All smoldering and seething, coiled apart
Like rattlesnakes engaging eye to eye
Instead of lovers sharing heart to heart.
This could have been avoided, some would say,
If they were different, were these different times.
Some better, more auspicious holiday,
Perhaps, but winter offers bitter climes.
Now elsewhere, things are better. Elsewhen, too.
The curtain falls across an empty stage,
Our actors long departed, longing too -
What's longing, as you're flying from the cage?
Together and together, free as birds,
Beyond the humdrum cares of poets' words.

Happy Valentine's Day, some of you. Happy day after, the rest.

#sonnet #shakespearean #english #love #romance #failure #tension

Ali Jan 2019

What hath giveth thee such pride

Thy pride is as ancient as the splendor sun,
Thy flame is as old as the ashes of eternal glory,
Thy wrath is as wretched as the false marbles of Nero,
What giveth thee such wicked pride, thy over charring flames:
Thy envy or greed is as vast as the unbinding waves;
Twas by chance a ray of light you saw by blunder:
Why did all the scorching heat turn Into morbid ice,
Life’s a shadow; more you insist more wretched thee become,
Long agone before thy birth, angels bowed before thee:
What giveth thee such wicked pride or thy undying flames,
Thou shan’t creep to darkness nor fret over the long winter,
Thou art prey to thy desire, slave to sweet temptations,
In thy gods name thee eagerly trample upon countless souls:
You have forgotten that you are meant to be human,
Proud is what you are, pride is all you have for eternity,
May thee remember; why and whence thee came in.

#classic #pride #shakespearean #ignorance

Breon Jan 2019

april showers (sonnet)

A florist’s dream swept through before the sun
Peeked up past the horizon, burning bright:
An April shower scouring the night,
A soft cascade of blessings set to run
Down windowpanes and eaves, down ruddy dun
Of brick and craggy stone alike. The sight
Of sunrise sets the dewy world alight,
Each blossom scintillates, an all-in-one -
In gazing into crystal *****, one sees
A multitude, a myriad of hopes,
A million shrouded possibilities,
The fascination of each half-dreamed thing,
But in the dawn, my rooftop’s rain-slick slopes,
I see the blooms of May begin to spring.

#sonnet #shakespearean #english #rain #morning

Baqir Talpur Nov 2018

A Shakespearean Tragedy

What was our love,
If not just an other Shakespearean tragedy?
An other story of tragic heroes cursed by their fate,
Struggling to exist within their characters.
You, facing the external conflicts from family.
Me and my internal conflict
(of not being courageous enough).
Our tragic loss of our selves and each other,
Thanks to the diabolical supernatural elements,
Playing their own characters in the play.
The lack of poetic justice,
causing a poor end to the tragedy.
And in the end a comic relief,
through the humorous character of time it self.

Tell me again,
What was our love,
If not just an other Shakespearean tragedy?

#shakespearean #tragedy #love #character #conflict #loss #poetic #justice #poor #comic

Mya Nov 2018

Romeos Vows

Modern-day English

My promise to you is always to love,
I will endure quietly until the end.
You are like an elegant pure white dove,
I will be your lover and your best friend.
I will listen until tomorrows,
I will fight and I will always treasure.
You are as beautiful as a red rose,
It will be just me and you forever.
I will walk beside you hand in hand,
I will tend to you when you're in sorrow.
Cause you are my percussion to my band,
I’ll build you up from here until tomorrow.
I love your heart, your soul, and your singing,
Because you’re my favorite human being.

Shakespearean

My Promise to you is always to love,
I shall endure anything until the end.
you are like an elegant pure white dove,
I shall be thy lover and thy bestest friend.

I shall listen from here to the tomorrows,
I shall protect you and I shall cherish your treasure.
thou art as quite beautiful as a red rose,
It will be just me and thee forever.

I shall walk beside you hand in hand,
I shall tend to you even if you are in sorrow.
Cause you are my percussion to my band,
I’ll build you up from here until tomorrow.

I love thy heart, thy soul, and thy singing,
because you’re my own favorite human being

Here are Romeos vows to Juliet in modern day English and Shakespearean. this is a Shakespearean sonnet.

#romeo #vows #sonnet #shakespearean #forever