Macbeth Creative.

This is just a collection of short poems, a little like a journal, you could say. They're meant to be comedic, and I'm not that good a poet either. Enjoy. This a representation of my written piece, which describes the journey of Macbeth throughout the story.

Poem one: 

I’m a soldier, better than the rest

Until every enemy is dead, I will not rest

They all know my name; they tremble at the sight of me

If anyone were to cross me, my horrible wrath they’d have to see

 

I’m not a bad person really, just got to keep people in check,

Can’t be afraid to grab someone by the neck, to me human life is only a dust speck,

Macbeth’s the name, being boss is the game

If you have a problem with me, that’s a shame

-Macbeth…( “For brave Macbeth - well he deserves that name - Disdaining Fortune, with his brandished steel, Which smoked with bloody execution...Till he unseamed him form the nave to the chaps And fixed his head upon our battlements.”)

 

 

Poem two:

Lady Macbeth is pushing me

Pushing me to do something evil, something unspeakable

I do want the power; I do want to be royalty

But how far could I take it?

Could I really assassinate a king, could I really take Duncan’s’ life?

I consider doing it, I consider not doing it, oh what to do?

The decision has to be made tonight, and these daggers are sharpened

-Macbeth

 

Poem three:

I have done the deed, Duncan no longer draws breath

I am now the king, but was my murdering worth it?

The crown on my head is a bloody one, but a crown nonetheless

There are still people who would take it from me; they must be dealt with

The only option I see would be to do to them what I did to Duncan

Or maybe to hire another to do my bidding, to keep their blood from my hands

To keep more blood from staining these hands

I must act fast; every passing day brings closer the possibility of them taking the crown

-Macbeth…( “How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags, what is’t you do?” )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poem four:

My heart has been wounded, wounded by the arrow of death

My wife, my child, both slain, not by the hands of Macbeth

But the hands of his minions, so his minions I shall kill

This does not mean that Macbeth is any safer from my revenge

He will pay for what he has done to me; he will pay most dearly, just as I have

I should have seen this coming; Macbeth has of late been a wrecking ball

Ending the lives of everyone he sees fit for his evil cause

Never had I thought he would go so far as to do something like this

But it will not go unpunished, certainly it will not

            -Macduff…( “Not in the legions of horrid Hell can come a devil more damned in evils to top Macbeth.”)

 

 

 

Poem five:

I have lived a life of violence and bloodiness

And now it is coming to an end

I have only myself to blame for my demise

I chose the path I took, and this is where it led

So now, not far from now, I will be dead

            -Macbeth