William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

121. Sonnet Xxvii 5/21/2001
122. Sonnet Vii 5/21/2001
123. Sonnet Xxxii: If Thou Survive My Well-Contented Day 1/3/2003
124. Sonnets Cx: Alas, 'Tis True I Have Gone Here And There 1/1/2004
125. Now The Hungry Lion Roars 3/2/2015
126. Sonnet Xxx: When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought 1/3/2003
127. Sonnet Xxxiv 5/21/2001
128. Sonnets Lx: Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbl'D Shor 1/1/2004
129. Sonnets Ix 1/4/2003
130. Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase 1/3/2003
131. Sonnet L 5/21/2001
132. Sonnet 70:That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect… 3/30/2010
133. Sonnet Iii: Look In Thy Glass, And Tell The Face Thou Viewest 1/3/2003
134. Sonnet Li 5/21/2001
135. Sonnet Lxvi 5/21/2001
136. Sonnet Lxxxii 5/21/2001
137. Sonnet Xxix: When, In Disgrace With Fortune And Men's Eyes 1/3/2003
138. Sonnet Ii: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow 1/3/2003
139. Sonnet Cxlix 5/18/2001
140. Sonnets Xxx: When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought 1/1/2004
141. Sonnets Xxix: When, In Disgrace With Fortune And Men's Eyes 1/1/2004
142. Sonnet Cxiii 5/18/2001
143. Sonnet 69: Those Parts Of Thee That The World's Eye Doth View 1/13/2003
144. Sonnet Lxxv 12/31/2002
145. Sonnet 63: Against My Love Shall Be As I Am Now 3/30/2010
146. Sonnet Cxlviii 5/18/2001
147. St. Crispin’s Day Speech: From Henry V 3/29/2010
148. Sonnets Vii 1/4/2003
149. Sonnet Xv: When I Consider Everything That Grows 1/3/2003
150. Sonnet 2: 3/30/2010
151. Sonnet Xciv: They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None 1/3/2003
152. Sonnet Cxvii 5/18/2001
153. Sonnet Cxxvi 5/18/2001
154. Sonnet Cxxiii 5/18/2001
155. The Dark Lady Sonnets (127 - 154) 3/29/2010
156. Sonnets Xii 1/4/2003
157. Sonnet Cxxxi 5/18/2001
158. Sonnet 61: Is It Thy Will Thy Image Should Keep Open 1/13/2003
159. Sonnet Cxliv 5/18/2001
160. Sonnet Lii 5/21/2001

Comments about William Shakespeare

  • Ashek Sarker Ashek Sarker (5/24/2015 7:52:00 AM)

    life is a tale,
    told by an idiot..
    full of sound and fury
    signifying Nothing

    81 person liked.
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  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (5/20/2015 5:58:00 PM)

    dear, i cannot forget your verses from my heart.

  • Artist Nahid (5/17/2015 1:58:00 PM)

    युंहि जझ्बात मुकम्मल नहि होते कातिल... अशियां-ऐ-जनाझा पाना आसां नहि यहां.... Artist 🎨

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (5/8/2015 12:35:00 PM)

    Dear, I like your flowery verses very much.

  • Leonard Ace ''akie'' Almalvez (5/4/2015 12:02:00 AM)

    My favorite author ever, and my inspiration

  • Safuwan Safuwan Safuwan Safuwan (5/3/2015 12:00:00 PM)

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  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (3/23/2015 2:26:00 AM)

    nice, your verses inspire me dear.

  • Navneet Singh (2/7/2015 6:02:00 PM)

    Please can you help me to make a poem on 10 words pleasee..... Astronmy, rotation, revolution, geocentric, heliocentric, parallax, orbit, galaxy, asteriod, and collision please can you help me

  • Panmelys Panmelys Panmelys Panmelys (1/15/2015 5:27:00 AM)

    I believe he was a briliant pre-psychiatrist maybe Freud and Dostoievsy had absorbed his works, as many others,
    he's a fresh today as yesterday, and one something new each time they pick up his works. Panmelys.16728

  • Grace Moneymaker (12/23/2014 5:58:00 PM)

    With 'Romeo & Juliet' I was immediately hypnotized by the way it was written. The characters, the drama, the romance, simply amazing.

Best Poem of William Shakespeare

All The World's A Stage

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in ...

Read the full of All The World's A Stage

Sonnet Li

Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O, what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
In winged speed no motion shall I know:
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;

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