William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Comments about William Shakespeare

  • Rookie - 30 Points Leonard Ace ''akie'' Almalvez (5/4/2015 12:02:00 AM)

    My favorite author ever, and my inspiration

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  • Rookie - 8 Points Safuwan Safuwan (5/3/2015 12:00:00 PM)

    nat niceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

  • Veteran Poet - 1,911 Points p.a. noushad (3/23/2015 2:26:00 AM)

    nice, your verses inspire me dear.

  • Rookie 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

  • Veteran Poet - 1,627 Points 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

  • Rookie - 54 Points 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.

  • Veteran Poet - 1,918 Points Dan Reynolds (9/23/2014 7:30:00 AM)

    You show some promise, but the archaic language lets you down. Try to read some good contemporary poets and expand your thoughts without the restriction of form.

  • Freshman - 609 Points Zoila T. Flores (8/2/2014 12:54:00 PM)

    To be or Not to be....
    On my soul, my eyes can see,
    When my goodness, comes to me.
    Shifting goodness,
    Over madness, I agree!

  • Rookie Asharaf East (6/20/2014 9:25:00 PM)


  • Gold Star - 12,375 Points Douglas Scotney (4/24/2014 2:26:00 AM)

    He felt very guilty when his son, Hamnet, died at Stratford at 11 years of age in 1596, while he was in London. Did he blame his wife and make her the Queen in Hamlet?

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 ...

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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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