#shakesperean

[chlosthoughts]

If music be the food of love, play on.

William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

[black-rose-daemon]

Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Shakespeare’s Macbeth, Act v, scene v

[thunderstormsandsugar]

Loveth engluts thy soul

[macrolit]

If We Were Villains, M.L. Rio

[a-rexr]

Youth

We were once the youth, carrying garlands of buttercups

Rebelling against the world and loving all but none

We protested and strayed from the life of grownups

The life we led became only a great run

You drew me in, enchanted me like red catchflies

Attraction grew like mayflowers and foxglove

With a white lilac summer radiant in the skies

Together, we grew cinquefoils and feelings of love

But our days can only ever last in a moment

Blue as crocus and meadow saffron we become

But even if baby’s breath and chorchorus go absent

We will bear fruit like clusters of apple blossom

In our youth, we resisted, rose up against fate

Today, we carry the rosebuds that open future’s gate

[domlarkin]

The Vacant Lot: A Dirge for the Beige Brief

Shall I compare thee to a waste of space? Thy hollow core is etched with every U-turn, A lawyer’s brief that leaves no lasting trace, Whose principles are ash before they burn. Today, the voters go to seal thy fate, As councils fall and red walls turn to grey; Thy empty "Service" slogan comes too late, While Reform and Greens shall sweep the seats away. The pollsters speak of losses by the pound— Two thousand seats, a "calamity" or more; No longer can thy "certainty" be found, As angry MPs march upon thy door. So pack thy bags; the local verdict’s in, Thy exit is the only way to win.

[felineempire]

What if instead of ai taking our jobs they take our dicks inside their roboasses.

[emer4ld-reads]

A Collegiate Cat

Just a wonderful poem about a cat, but make it old and fancy sounding – found on Smithsonian