Romeo + Juliet Related Poems Juliet mourning, sleeping, marrying, dancing, partying, flirting, crying, weeping, diso beying,

seeing, drinking, killing, waking O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo. Juliet dancing and partying all night, flirting with Romeo marrying Romeo at the Church mourning and weeping over Tybalt s death and Romeo s banishment sleeping with Romeo on their wedding night disobeying her father when he told her she was to marry Paris drinking the potion Friar Lawrence gave to her so she will not have to marry Paris waking and seeing Romeo dead with poison and his dagger by his side killing herself with Romeo s dagger so they will together in heaven O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo ---B (Juliet Montague) O Romeo I love you so I shall never let you go How can I hate such a beautiful face No one could ever take your place not even Paris Our love history shall always cherish I cry more for you than a thousand kinsmen And pray for forgiveness to heaven I would rather die than be untrue And most of all Romeo I will always love you ---Gwen FROM JULIET TO ROMEO When thy eyes touched mine for the very first time I knew it would be forever That we were meant to stay together And I had to keep my faith Because my only love sprung from my only hate For thou I was lying here In this cold and dark place Thy voice I was supposed to hear But our dream became our disgrace Why could not thou wait for a little while? For I would wake up and smile I can not stop my tears now As my eyes try not to see thee Oh, love could not be more wise to me! With thy dagger I make a vow: By taking this breaf life I shall always be thy hopeless wife. ---Melissa C Elizabeth Sim Pena a.k.a Miyu Whispers Looking Disheveled in the bedroom mirror

Wearing the same white, cotton robe as that day. The Bed: empty except for the wrinkled sheets That have been touched by ANGRY HANDS too many times before. Eyeliner smudged with tears. Your picture decked with lip shaped lipstick stains. Locks of your Beautiful, brown hair lay on my dresser Dancing to the wind, Dancing to me. The oak tree outside grows, Wrapping its Roots around your four chambered Heart. My mind lays itself out before me; An eternal journey through confusion; through Despair. The cliff stands out on its own, strong and high, Yet Sheds a few pieces of its Soul everyday Which is forever Lost inside that ocean Of deep Secrets. Why can't I be this cliff? I long to have my heart breathing your blood, your life. I long to have these roots envelop me so that I may Be one world closer to you. Flowers, flowers! They aren't enough to honour you. Walking seems like a hazy nightmareHalf drunk from experiencing the pain of your death; Half sober from the reality of it. Looking disheveled in the bedroom mirror. Broken glass fall in-between the crevices of my robe, The Floor, and my hands. My thirsty ears play tricks on me. Your voice, In the lambada of the trees, In the silence of my heart. Now, my robe, bright red Lies next to your wedding suit. Picture in my hand, I become one with the deep blue nothingness of the ocean. Suffering from withdrawal, I hold you in my arms. One we are again.