Comparison Of Shakespeare's 'Romeo And Juliet'

“For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection on her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.”

The love between the two seems that it will be eternal. Time seems to stand still in this poem, seizing a moment between two lovers and accentuating it with nature’s majesty.

One day, in the small alcove, my butterfly touched my neck and hair, “I never met a person like you, you are so different”, he said; in a sweet and slow tone of voice. He pulled me into his arm, we touched each other, we detailed how much we missed and loved. There was a front window, where we walked to see the flowers in the garden. A white sheer hanged from the highest point of the wall, it flew all around, the wind blew and the curtains fell on top of us. This is when he kissed me, ecstasy was so high; it was difficult to stop. Silently, the flowers smell so sweet and the wind kept blowing, while, the sheers wrapped us; we laughed and hug each other. Then, I removed the sheers from the

To you I was as delicate as the flower in your mother's garden. For hours you'd gaze at my petals that were as soft as the pillow that consoled you in nights of terror, struck with the desire to touch me, but only did when I said it was okay to. My stem was strong and that is where you chose to break me, as I broke through the soil to be yours, and you broke out of the doors of your house to be mine. Each day cleansing me in a bath of warm air as you ran into the sunlight, kissing me where it tickled with your nose, breathing my sweetness into your very being. Once the other flowers spread the skirts of their buds open and the chaos of their colors drove your sense of vision insane, eyes feeling what fingers had yet to, you tossed me on the

In the two films Romeo and Juliet, directed by Zeffirelli and Luhrmann, there are many artistic variations including the mood, actors, and setting. Both directors used many different artistic variations to enhance the enjoyment of the viewers of the time period they were released in; which made each film feel very different even though they were based off the same story. Two artistic variations that made a big difference between the two films, Romeo and Juliet, were the mood and the actors who played certain characters. In the 1969 version of Romeo and Juliet, Zeffirelli created the mood by using dull, earthy colors, classical instrumental music, and had a very calm and flowy energy.

Your lips break free from mine, our fingers untwined. I watch you drifting from my touch as you dance into the night. Your flowered summer dress barely touches you and I envy the glow of streetlights, kissing the silk of your skin. Midnight breezes rush toward my way as I savour your alluring perfume; my sweet intoxication.

A distinguished man sits opposite me and at his side is a parcel. I recognise the label, and instantly my tastes bud is aroused. The imagery of the crumbly coconut crust layered with cinnamon apple and topped with tantalising cream, overwhelms my mouth to the point that I can almost taste the apple crumble. He has a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hand. The colours are vibrant and rich and they are cleverly arranged to bring joy and adoration. The train is passing a field and the verdant hills in the background, suddenly bring life to the bouquet of flowers. The image of them gently swaying in the breeze, graciously basking in the sun’s rays begins to unfold in my mind. This brings a tranquil feeling over my tired body and I can feel the frown on my fore-head slowly

The air was filled with the aroma of white roses. Muffled cries wondered in the distance, the sun brightly shined through the green oaks that branched over the glass church. A couple standing side-by-side, one wearing a beautiful elegant white silk gown, the other, a dashing, and well-fitted black wool suit. To the right of the groom was the best man, blushing, for the woman standing next to the bride captivated him. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her for her beauty was mesmerizing. At the same time the woman couldn’t stop glancing back at him. She looked down at the bouquet blushing for she has never seen such an elegant man star at her before. It was as if the ocean where meeting the shore for the first time. They where strangers, but something about the way they looked at each other and the aura they projected triggered an unexplainable connection as if they have been together for centuries.

On a side note I just wanted to say that this poem reminded me of a poem we did last year or the year before called La belle dame sans merci. Both poems deals with the same theme, unanswered love. Only they each tackle the topic in a different way.

Soft rays of sunlight dance gently across my face leaving patterns in every direction they move. My bedroom walls remind me of you. Days without you by my side are black and white. Dull. I had no friends until you came back into my life. Our time together was magenta. Peaceful. You always knew how to draw me to you, even without meaning to. Chilling. The blue sky that one day when we were nine laying down on the grass at the park, that was the day I first realized I kind of loved you. These same walls we confessed our love and desires. As I lay here in my bed with sheets you once laid, I feel your presence consume me.

As the day grows old, I sigh in content. My delight and basket overflow with hard work. My legs covered in bug bites and cuts from the overgrown grass. The once white dress is now bitten by the meadow. I swallow the heartbreak as the sun hides, but smile when I remember how tomorrow will be.

There are many types of love and many ways of expressing it. These poems vary from discussing about an undying love between family members, obsessive love for a spouse/lost love and how true love is unconditional. A wide range of language techniques are employed to convey the poets' respective views and challenge the reader's own ideas of what love is.

It is the spring of 1995, at 5 o’clock, and the sun will be setting soon. I can smell the aroma of Jasmine flowers as it enters the white mud-brick room of my dressing quarters. My fiance's and my family, have purchased enough flowers to fill the stone courtyard of the local mosque. The scent of the flowers envelops me. At the same time, it lingers on the white shirred lace curtains that are elegantly draped from the windows that flutter back and forth with the gentle breeze. While gazing at the billowing curtains, I am filled with feelings of nostalgia. How soothing they look! At once, I am reminded of the nurturing embrace of my mother, whom I often sought as a child, whenever I was touched by one of life’s misfortunes.

The knight is left heartbroken as he falls deeply in love with a woman who is characterized as some sort of goddess. Sensual love is also shown as this poem is written in first person, the reader is only able to see things from the narrative persona’s perspective, which could be biased and inaccurate. The knight has been consumed with the idea of their nonexistent passionate relationship, he constantly obsesses over her as he is in love with her, but she does not feel the same way. In addition, the ballad is arranged in quatrains which consist of an iambic rhythmic pattern which helps emphasis the pace and mood of the poem and bolstreies the euphoria experienced by the knight.The poem begins with a slightly ominous and haunting tone which The iambic tetrameter used replicates the narrative persona’s heartbeat, which can create a change in pace dues to his emotions, this further enhances his one-sided relationship.The last line of every stanza ends with an iambic dimeter which gives the ballad a musical

There she lay on a blanket of white silk, purple orchids and red roses adorn her. Eyes closed, the stillness in her bosom. Breath no longer escapes her crimson lips. Hair once long and black, now silver, yet divine. Her arms that were always open, ready to encase me are now crossed over her chest. She was my mother. A woman like no other. For you all our fate together was meant to be. While i sit here with her now, iI gaze out the snowy no y covered window and iI reflect.