How Shakespearean Am I?

Well after getting successfully distracted from my Irish Poetry essay, I had stumbled across this little weird test thing on Oxford online Dictionary (at least I was sidetracked to something educational).
If you type in a song or poem, or perhaps a phrase of your own everyday language you will receive a percentage of how Shakespearean you are. So I decided to have a go. This was my first entry:
The lone quiet riparian holds the beauty of youth long lost
Smiles and laughter echo faintly
Flowing through blankets of snowdrops, cowslips all glossed.
Tears so fragile and dainty
Fall from the children mourning for their past
With a Faery hand in hand,
Cries stream from small eyes, pain so grand.
(my own poem)
The result was 90% Shakespearean. It also asked if I lived in Rose Theatre.

I can see what I shall be doing all night :)

Starry-Eyed Night

9- Quickly jot down four verbs, four adjectives, and four nouns. Write a poem using all 12 words.

Unveil the fate that the night brings.

Hold me close under the heavenly stars.

Dance with me across the enchanting springs.

Serenade me with your beautiful love.

A New Goal

After tidying up my room (only cause I got told to), I found a worksheet that contained a list of poem formats. I then decided that I should get my inspiration back and write a poem each week using a different format.
So the first is a Cinquain:

War

Blood. Hatred

An unjust fighting

Scared. Trapped. Death. End.

Attack

 

There was a young man....

"Rain rain go away,
Come again another day.
Little Johnny wants to play;
Rain, rain, go to Spain,
Never show your face again!"

Though outside it is raining quite heavily and with random bouts of Thunder and Lightning, the weather has actually nothing to what I am about to say. I spend roughly a good few hours a day  trying to find something that I probably threw out to the rubbish many months before. But upon doing so I found some work in one of my folders from the beginning of second year university. 
A tutor told my seminar group to think of a few limericks. Now said seminar group contained quite the number of guys and immature girls. 
This is what happened with my group:

There was a young man from  France,
Who had bees stuck down his pants.
They stung his poor bum,
And made a bad hum.
That poor young man from France.

Not so bad ey...just keep going.

There was a young boy named Nick,
Who had a very small dick.
His pants would fall down,
And he wished he could drown.
That poor little boy named Nick. 

And alas!

There was a young girl called Beth,
Who had unusually bad breathe.
She ate some mints,
Then along came a Prince.
Who said you still have very bad breath.

(I think our group didn't pay attention to the rhythm of the limerick very well)

 
  

The Deadly Curse

Eyes burn alight, ugly emotions hold a flicker

Of a fiery furnace. A sight one would not look into if they

Wish to escape from streaks of venom, hidden glamour –

Her cruel bewitching spell. A cold hearted stare to kill the prey,

Human to predator, the crouch became her.

Become the Part We Both Love to Hate

 

Me.

I like to be alone.

No one around.

No Sound.

Just me.

I like to be imaginative.

Live in a dream world.

My Own Place.

Just me.

You.

You spoilt this.

You are the man in my nightmares,

You are the haunting.

Just you.

You.

Are the knife in my veins.

The blackness in my soul.

The darkness of my mind.

Just you.

You.

Turn Love to Hate.

Pure to Black.

Life to Death

You.

Cause everything pain.

The evil within a smile.

Cause the innocence grief.

You

And me.

Are different 

The Burn

Curse you,

You immortal child -

You demon of life.

Damn you

To the unending of Hell;

And the beginning of pain.

Vex you,

You impetious life

With a heart of stone.

Blight you,

You little imp, you sprite

Of fire and ice.

You have the face of an Angel,

But the soul of hate.

Those that cant show warmth and joy to you,

Only show your reflection of pain.

The carcass of your face,

(Once was the skin of a saint)

Crumbles before your very eyes.

The Angle soon begins to fade.

No longer the Angel,

So pure not tainted.

Now becomes the demon -

Ill-spirited and evil

December

Coldness running through my body -
Searching for the warmth,
That's no where to be found.
Is stare at you from afar,
I try to shout you.
Words but yet no sound.
Aches taking over me,
Pains starting to show.
I wish I could say.
If only you could know.
Falling to the ground,
With no control.
Looking into the world above,
You took my soul.
Waking up somewhere new,
A place never seen before.
Glancing behind me,
You close the door.
You wrap me up in the warmth.
And now I'll always remember.
How you saved me from those
Cold days back in December. 

A new day

The sun that rises in the east;

Marks the beginning of the day, the start of something new.

The most beautiful thing

That's impossible to beat, so unique too.

The shades and tints –

Pinks and blues, that brighten up the sky.

The biggest star

That our eyes see, the beauty that's up so high.

Some days this star can be hidden –

The eclipse from the clouds and the moon.

With the day that is closing,

The setting of the sun begins too soon.

The sun that sets in the west;

Marks the ending  of the day and the dying of something new.

The most calming sight

That's scenic and so romantic too. 

The bending of colours -

Reds, blues and black, that darken the sky

 The biggest star

That now begins to fall from up high.

Now that the sun

Has gone to shine in other places.

Other tiny  stars

Are reflected on young people's faces.

Even though the sun

Has gone and only the starts can be seen

In the sky,

The magnificence is there and will always remain.

You are like the sun,

The moon and stars, which are hidden in your smile.

The sparkle in your eyes

Reflect the beauty  of above.

Their Sweetness

The gazing of ocean blue against earthly brown,

Velvet whispers, lips he does caress.

A soft embrace, his hand ascends towards her crown.

Brush of her hair, a sweetly placed kiss,

Heart against heart, soul against soul, one they become.

He soaks in his wonderful beauty.

Actions of love envelop her unclothed bosom,

A swift taste of her fresh honey.

One look up at the angel; she begs for mercy,

The promise of his love forever.

Succumbing to his advance, she gives him the key.

They key to her heart and her forever.

The feeling of both bodies, the sound of heaven –

The melody of peace, joy and love.

The perfect fit for her cherished garden,

The perfect fit of his heightened touch.

Collapsing back to earth, the lovers revel in each other’s sight

Each other’s wings of security

He sends his spoken truth to his mate, gives their love the gift of flight

To soar higher than other love for all eternity.

By Melissa J Rose