#Shakespeare's sonnets and poems

[bookholichany]

Am I going to start collecting them?

Absolutely

[two-bees-poetry]

i am become OR a sonnet for the macbeths

[adventuresofalgy]

When flitting about his assistants' garden, Algy was truly astonished to see a red rose in bloom on a sunny wall. He had never before seen a rose flowering in February in the wild west Highlands of Scotland, and this rose had just one single flower, while the rest of the plant was dormant, as he would expect at this time of year.

How it could be flowering through all the frost was truly mystifying, but it was quite obvious to Algy that this red rose must have been sent especially so that he could offer it – together with that most famous of all sonnets – as a Valentine's card to all his friends on St. Valentine's Day, and particularly to all those who might not have a Valentine of their own.

And of course the wonderful thing about tumblr is that no matter how many people receive Algy's rose, each and every one can take it happily without depriving any of the others 😍

Happy St. Valentine's Day ❤️

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

[Algy is of course quoting Shakespeare's famous and much loved Sonnet 18, Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Just in case some of Algy's followers don't know, William Shakespeare (who lived in the years 1564 to 1616) is the most famous of all English playwrights and poets.]

[line-by-line-creator]

Shall I compare you to a lunar eclipse?

My brain solely recalls your beauty

I wanted something intimate, you offered friendship

In my dreams you belong to me

Dreams are for dreaming; dreams are for dreamers

I don't want to live in a reality devoid of you

I no longer want to have feelings for her

And yet, when in her presence, I won't stay mute

Her attention nourishes my habitually low self-esteem

Sadly, these are just the words of a lonely virgin

I hope with all my hope the people listen when I speak

I can no longer support the weight of this heavy heart's burden

Before I approach such a beautiful creature, I ask for god's company

The worst she can do is not love me

Blow William Shakespeare A Kiss (25 January 2025)

[discoonthegrass]

In honor of my favorite holiday, I wrote an Elizabethan sonnet:

The hand that held the pen and wrote the deed,

Will tremble not, when steel is brought to bear,

A fatal script, when the secret did bleed,

A forced tragedy in the Roman air.

For steel, like words, can pierce a fragile heart,

And ink, like blades, can leave a crimson stain.

Will Julius know, when knives play their part,

That words can kill, and memory remain?

Thoust who holds the pen, and will wield the blade,

Will live undaunted, die in infamy,

For every word and every stroke soon made,

Shall thusly define his mortality.

So let us learn, from Julius’s last sigh,

That words and blades, both, make wicked men die.

[beet-feet]

I had never written any poetry before getting into Good Omens. Crowley and Aziraphale and their love for each other has inspired me so much. This is my attempt at a Shakespearean sonnet, written in November 2023. It ain't perfect, but I tried.

"Crowley in Love"

The lustrous stars I affixed to the skies

Luminescent nebulae up above

Dwindle and fade beside my angel's eyes

Oceans reflecting the depths of my love

Neither Heaven nor Hell, not certain death

Could endeavor to quell this love within

To taste his lips, to be warmed by his breath

To feed this desire, a delicious sin

A halo of gold could never outshine

The radiant light within his pure heart

I am unworthy of love so divine

But Heaven help who dares keep us apart

Alpha Centauri would grow dim and pale

Beside the glow of my Aziraphale

More of my VERY amateur poetry can be found here: Good Poem(ens) by Beet_Feet on AO3

[scorp-simran]

[hernepenthenotes]

In her the painter had anatomiz’d

Time’s ruin, beauty’s wrack, and grim care’s reign...

[logophilist1982]

Shakespeare's sonnet

[from-a-spiders-web]

Sonnet 147: My love is as a fever, longing still William Shakespeare

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

[from my photo files :: Peter 1941-2024]

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“So, either by thy picture or my love,   Thy self away, art present still with me;   For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,   And I am still with them, and they with thee;     Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight     Awakes my heart, to heart's and eye's delight.” ― William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets

[islethea]

I bleed golden sap from the sycamore

Molasses drips like sweat from my body

The group of carcasses bled on the floor

My existence can’t exist without me.

I am beautifully coordinated

An intricate equation of atoms

My soft innocence, exterminated 

A sickly fate I can’t even fathom. 

I pine over hounds of love so freely

Slips my fingers like clear river water

Nestled into galaxies just merely

Escaping the pain my mother brought her.

I am peppermint and eucalyptus

Like golden treasure growing from the ground

Next year’s chilling dead winter won’t miss this

I am a small jewel waiting to be found. 

[loveisafriendshipsettomusic]

“Sonnet 18” by William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm’d; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee

[queeringclassiclit]

William Shakespeare & The 'Fair Youth' (Mr. W.H.)

from Sonnets 1-126 (1609) by William Shakespeare

[eironeiakaielenkhos]

Childe Hradwin’s Sojourns, Canto the First, XLIX

[scorp-simran]

When Shakespeare wrote these violent delights have violent ends. It made me contemplate.

The love between Romeo and Juliet was so passionate that it brought violence into both of their lives.

A delight which ends violently.

A delight of love.