#iago - Hello Poetry

My head is not set on straight, Avoidable actions that I take feed my hate, Manipulating, deceiving, my gentle mind has gone, ‘beware the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on’, The evil Villain of my own story, I’m the only one able to abhor me, Searching for happiness bed by bed, Unable to save my own head, How my heart feels I am never sure, Consumed by lust, just begging for more Sat alone, feelings of fear start to itch, You know what they say; Karma is a *****

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Feb 14, 2018

Feb 14, 2018 at 7:08 PM UTC

JackY01

"Honest Iago"

My head is not set on straight, Avoidable actions that I take feed my hate, Manipulating, deceiving, my gentle mind has gone, ‘beware the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on’, The evil Villain of my own story, I’m the only one able to abhor me, Searching for happiness bed by bed, Unable to save my own head, How my heart feels I am never sure, Consumed by lust, just begging for more Sat alone, feelings of fear start to itch, You know what they say; Karma is a *****

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Othello, your pearl! Don't let it slip from your hands. Into another. Deceive, Iago For what you claim not to weave A spindle of death. Don't, Desdemona! Don't fear the fault of your star! Nor the fruits of death. The sweet strawberries Upon sheets of white and black, run from Orange fate.

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Sep 8, 2017

Sep 8, 2017 at 5:52 AM UTC

Lyn-Purcell

Gothello

Othello, your pearl! Don't let it slip from your hands. Into another. Deceive, Iago For what you claim not to weave A spindle of death. Don't, Desdemona! Don't fear the fault of your star! Nor the fruits of death. The sweet strawberries Upon sheets of white and black, run from Orange fate.

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Iago, the self-serving menace Knew how to play people like tennis Got inside a guy's head Now everyone’s dead Including the poor moor of Venice

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Feb 4, 2016

Feb 4, 2016 at 1:57 PM UTC

evie-brill-paffard

Literary Limericks: Othello

Iago, the self-serving menace Knew how to play people like tennis Got inside a guy's head Now everyone’s dead Including the poor moor of Venice

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The first time I saw you, Standing up on stage, Your gentle protruderence beckoned, I yearned for your girth. Standing alongside one Michael Cassio. A Florentine. My eyes could not escape. I disregarded my A1 in English, All I wanted was the D.

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Jul 10, 2015

Jul 10, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC

Michael-Cassio

Bulge

The first time I saw you, Standing up on stage, Your gentle protruderence beckoned, I yearned for your girth. Standing alongside one Michael Cassio. A Florentine. My eyes could not escape. I disregarded my A1 in English, All I wanted was the D.

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