Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar Poems

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You, Cinna

You, Cinna short poem

And you, Cinna, asked me ‘Write the best poem ever written’ You, who died burnt and beaten As no strength poet, for poets find Strength when Muse kisses their mind, And let them spread message of the strongest kind May

Poems containing references to : Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar

I can be a better man!

I can be a better man! prose poem

Inspired by my interests, I have thought about my fault and strife. Faults that I would not, until I gave in, take seriously and strives that I fell in but gave in to my own deeds. I tried both compassion

The Fault

The Fault short poem

This poem is On the basis of the thought written by Shakespeare in Julius Caesar , ” the fault dear brutus is not in our stars but in ourselves ” They searched and searched Their entire life For a fault

A Sugary Morning

A Sugary Morning prose poem

Here is a sugary morning, but the rooster is still asleep. A dove with a bride’s dress is preparing to coo on a baked brick at the road from Damascus to Constantinople. At a wall standing between two doors, there

Cleopatra

Cleopatra short poem

Thou art CLEOPATRA, the soul of Egypt, The river Nile maraudes to kiss thy’s feet, The shimmering heat of he Sahara glistens you, The great pyramids bow before you!! Thou art CLEOPATRA, Daughter of Isis, Goddess on Earth; The sands

The Redundant

The Redundant short poem

In a temple without god, They performed a cryptcastration on a colossus, targeting a total annihilation, and liquidation of a beautiful saga. And then, layer by layer unspeakable pain was released. Nobody looked at my red eyes. Half dead, half

Arrogance

Arrogance short poem

Arrogance foible among fame, flaw in wealthy, kink in nobles, hamartia among powerful. from thought to action arrogance is evinced, from inner mind to outward appearance arrogance rules in them as king. every day-arrogance- manifest itself variously, talk down trait

Trump

Trump short poem

When the loud trumpets lie And the slithering mist usher our souls’ demise A chameleon claims the eagle flag as his right Dismissing us all like flies This Caesar is no savior His arrogance betrays his hateful designs We remember

Aschloar Of Sixty Monsoons

Aschloar Of Sixty Monsoons short poem

A scholar of sixty monsoons with an amass knowledge in rarity He looks like a dry seed that has wings to fly every narrow spot to sprout Elevating every sluggish being to refresh the unrefined English What roles he enacts

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Why do I let it get away

Why do I let it get away short poem

I know it is just an urge I know it is just a thought I know it is just a dream but why do I let it get away I know I will have to justify defy, and be a

Scattered All Around

Scattered All Around short poem

I love scribbling on bits of paper Its like I let go of emotions… One after the other. Hold all those pieces in my palms, And throw them all over the place I was sleepless last night Amidst the emotions

Black Rain

Black Rain long poem

The cloak of night is on me Comforting in its envelope. The gloom helps me mask, for a while, The pain I nurse within. Dark purple skies And faint silhouettes of clouds. Lightning heralds the distant thunder The macabre outline

Vocabulary Lesson

Vocabulary Lesson prose poem

it’s true that I am cerebral and erudite I use words both pithy and expositional which is to say I am constantly engaged in the act of expounding, setting forth, and explaining my point of view allow me to pontificate-

Choking

Choking short poem

Like a quivering leaf climbing unreachable thighs of a cloud in naked shelter of sun. I lament the fall of a colossus who would not live in a glass house. Ash smeared on face a name walks on the book

Not Unbeknownst

Not Unbeknownst short poem

I know what fire is, I’ve felt the embers within my heart So I know what desire is. I know what the weight upon my heart is, Everything feels so redundant now, So I know what sadness is. I know

Yourself

Yourself short poem

Watch your beautiful smile, You shine so bright, Mama calls you her pride, Teachers called you a star! You are more than rubies and pearls., You are bubbly like a glass of Cristal, Yet you move so dull as if

Holy War- An Oxymoron

Holy War  An Oxymoron prose poem

My god’s bigger than your god! no! my god’s bigger than your god! therefore my god can beat up your god! isn’t that what gods are all about? isn’t that what gods are for? to beat each other up- you

I Think, I Learned, I Know

I Think, I Learned, I Know short poem

Out on a long journey Towards an unknown destiny I can hear someone calling me behind But I learned, I know things can’t get rewind. I wish I could have a genie Asking my three wishes to fulfill But I

My Dearest Love

My Dearest Love prose poem

You are my inseparable love that always accompanies my shadow everywhere I hang about Your are dazzling halo of love that spreads fragrance of warm feelings and emotions You are my succulent and luscious holy beloved who is always and

Psalm Of The Lost

Psalm Of The Lost short poem

I have no shepherd, so I must go on wanting I lie down in dry and brown pastures of pain I am shipwrecked on high troubled seas My soul is restless, tossed, and torn I’m heading aimlessly up a miserable

Isolation

Isolation short poem

I was dead and knew nothing I had simplicity But no one ever expects The event horizon of life A kind of recording Even though it’s sped up And sped up It retains its legibility Even when it can’t be

New Generation

New Generation short poem

One’s existence was threatened by the overseeing iguana like crested disguise. Repressive, explosive eyes. You are trapped in words beneath bewitching smile. The ‘V’ sign for violence becomes more obvious. That hits you in face. The eastern wind is blowing.

Inseperable

Inseperable short poem

Dead Will Sure Never Return Return For Sure Their Memory His Heart Was Like A Temple To Me When Alive And I Continue To Worship Him In My Heart , as I Feel My Heart Is His Home And My

Alice got no malice….

Alice got no malice.... short poem

Once upon a time in Wonderland, there lived a girl called Alice. She had her fun, she had her gun, but she ain’t no full of malice. Born of love on a sabbath day, kissed to life by angels. Bless

What Really Matters

What Really Matters long poem

What really matters? Questions with no answers! Rules with no questions; Tyranny of the “righteousness”! What is right or wrong? Better go ‘left’ & strong? Yet lost and confused, Crossroads aplenty, myriad. Participate or get lost, Disagree and be an

Dark To Light

Dark To Light short poem

The breeze sent startling chills down my neck The snow drifted as my eyes settled on one fleck My breath was as rapid as plundering ocean waves I hopelessly scanned for a comfortable cave My legs dragged memories of significant

Ango

Ango ode

The pleasure of anxiety being in its far remove a perpetual huntress Forwards, backwards at all moments present fully swift lithe arm holds a dagger ever changing form and mass one moment a broad baselard next a tight stilletto willy

The Warrior Within

The Warrior Within long poem

Long since the time has gone.. and the world has lost its meaning.. I wander in the noisy crowd surrounded by the silence.. With the mind that follows the brainless acts and the heart that’s low on blood.. I feel

The Door

The Door short poem

I’m sitting and looking at a door A simple door, that is closed I contemplate opening the door but I don’t think I can “Stop second guessing yourself” I say I stand up and take a step towards the door

Death

Death short poem

Death is so painful. When you lose someone you love it is so painful. The longing to see them once again is almost unbearable. Their memory will never be forgotten. Their loss can make you feel so rotten. You have

Master Designer

Master Designer prose poem

An accountant, businessman, psychologist, or teacher? Great challenging and responsible endeavors, but for who? What was God thinking when he made you? A doctor, lawyer, Janitor, engineer, or carpenter? All good and noble professions, but for who? What was God

Floating For You

Floating For You sonnet poems

My feet can’t touch the ground when you’re around Since your smile makes me leap while your gaze Effortlessly keeps my head in the clouds While I’m unwittingly tied to this place. No song lasts longer than Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Sweet

Freedom

Freedom short poem

Never sell your freedom.. Freedom does not have price… It is necessary as you breath.. It has no worth in return.. It is the charm of life.. It is the smile of eyes.. It is the voice of your inner

Burning In

Burning In short poem

No anchors. I was not seeking a blind spot in shadows of the wall, standing on a hot, glistening, obsidian, wearing only death-gloves of pink body, the caked fronds of a fossil-name, inviting the rain to wet the brown grass

Hold On

Hold On short poem

Hold them dear And protect them from fear Shelter them from the raging storm And look forward to the sun and the warm Tough times are ahead Light can seem far away Together you are strong And can face the

The Boardwalk Pier

The Boardwalk Pier long poem

every year I used to visit a place down by the sea the boardwalk pier pizza stands with fresh fried dough expossed to the sea shell band with family & friends let the reader understand bars with beers flowing was

People

People short poem

You meet many people not all of them stay, Some forever, others a day, God will send them for as long as you need, To help you bloom by planting a seed. Each person brings with it a lesson to

Davy’s Plan

Davys Plan prose poem

One day as I was walking On a long and lonesome road, I saw an old dilapidated house Which once was someone’s abode. There as I knocked the front door It came as a big surprise, As an old man

Shifting Floors

Shifting Floors short poem

A hand without fingers draws a self-portrait. Faceless, only eyes glaring like bucketfull of burning coals. Was it not enough to call ‘wolf’. The pain scorches the compound where the blood of innocent flowed because somebody was burning woods. The

This Body Of Mine

This Body Of Mine short poem

This body of mine. Wretched; leaking stink from every pore, spreading decay to everything touched: metal, food, flower, paper; shedding dead skin every moment; creating odour odour odour… But in your arms transformed: into a messy tangle of limbs, hair,