Macbeth Poems - Poems about Macbeth

With present great, O’ gracious hate O’ hand in heart, neither tripp’d nor fear’d Doth thine conquer, by thine of corrup’d lips O’ Sicker thy pour’d thine sicken canst Thy chanc’d on seated heart Hath thy slate nigh single sinner hips Wither’n hither if b’yond, where’n nought With’n ernst wouldst prove best O’er hung upon the dislocate O’er hung ‘mongst the...

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Fall'n into the sear In my stead, a curse to hither 'til my bones, my flesh shall disappear Canst thou nought raise a blade of sweetened fear A bane to a burdened forest Heal him down a bow, to a tyrant's ear Petty face of the fog Thou daren't drown a kiss of mist Lest there be to famine's cleanst Thy pouring fiend O'er harness...

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Six years ago, whilst touring England, we visited Anne Hathaway’s cottage, In Stratford upon Avon, I saw William Shakespeare’s ghost. Boldly I Approached him, Mr. Shakespeare Sir, may I use part of your Macbeth’s, Soliloquy for my new poem, very alike to how to I interpreted part of Your Hamlet’s soliloquy for my poem I wrote, ‘To pink...

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King Duncan wouldn't allow it Chin sweat and air conditioning Sending me into a linguistic shaming spiral Flavoursome mints and sparkling water Won't fix this wet nightmare Telling the steps to SHUT UP Sock sniffer Chemical bomb leather shoes Armpits oceaning Give me Nigeria Or the jungle Where the birds don't sing My wife has been reading The Return of the Native for ten years But...

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I can't expect to wake up everyday and do something I hate before I'm even part of the rat race. How am I expected to cope with that as a human child....not a that human being. Say it's expected that you fall prey to the mouse trap waiting at the finish line. Say that I...

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If we could look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, we would arrange our affairs defiantly in the face of current opposition. If a thought should geminate and flourish in the barren soil of the status quo, it would likely be by sheer providence that ideas would come to fruition. Our dreams, our...

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Half flesh, half steel, sinews and twined wire, Begotten in the heat of half-love, tempered By hatred and the axe, fathered by one Who killed her mother, the male chauvinist boar Whose eye-teeth, razor-sharp, saw through the spine, Joy-sword in sheath. Wrought iron, blood vessels, Bone and cable, one part conceived, the other forged On the hard anvil where gusts of...

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And signifying nothing, upon life’s stage meaningless, endless, a cruel war he waged Fretting and strutting, as the curtains narrowed Out, out, foul vegan, who doth hate man’s marrow Comes back for encore, to be mocked, and broken Having found mere hate, vaunting the unspoken ...

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Daggers in smiles Seeding wiles drawn Pun viles, feeding...

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How many senses does it take To prove to myself you’re real How do I know the illusion won’t break Or the devil be part of the deal I reach out my hand to feel My fingers trail over skin Brushing the hoodie you love to steal The veil between us is thin The smell of sweet breath Holding me back from the...

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The night is cold Its calmness is bold Spring doth fold In its manifold My-my-my baby's not old Your tender smiles Make my moonlight shines Your pretty eyes Make my morning flies My-my-my baby complies The earth too knows How sadly I glow Just whisper so I'll dash for what heav'n bestows My-my-my baby my beau The joy as you call For Mama "ma-ma" Fills my spirit for I'm your...

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Dandelions, babies crying walking in the woods, astronomy, philosophy chickadees and childhood. Speckled trout, (a technical knock-out) strawberries red and sweet, winter, spring, summer, fall Butterfinger and little "Twinkie" treats. Dragon flies, questions why There’s anything at all, Making mistakes baking cup cakes Cumulous clouds and rainfall. Dancing, prancing and romancing singing by-gone songs, Christmas giving, loving, living here at home and gone. Wishing wells, magic spells rivers, lakes,...

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Not even its oceans could cleanse Macbeth’s guilt, Etched into palms and cut into lifelines, within skin everlasting. Poisonous serpents twist like gaseous clouds acrid, in a helix of Trust doubled, betrayed by a cousin valiant no more. Unknown and unseen, unjust and unkempt - a fate handed down unanimous. Nocturnal damnation circling circling, that coven three upon a heath Erupting...

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This remorse is choking me to death, taking away all the livable breath... leaving guilt, anguish, and wrath: am I another insane Macbeth? If hours slowly pass making me restless, and through rageful images I despise when waking up with screams: what's their symmetry to eternity? Much worse are the innate dreams never imagined having fragility! There's a young storyteller with auburn curls who...

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I regret nothing for drinking behind the curtains. ‘Cause it’s the greatest of hypocrites Who are ever witnessed doing Just what they tell you to never do. There’s a reason I’m the queen of hypocrisy. So step aside, all of you filthy peasantries. All hail the Queen that is me, ‘Cause you’ve no choice whether or not I’m royalty....

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