Welcome to the poetry section of my website. This mainly consists of poems that I wrote, that my friends wrote, that people who opted to submit poems to me wrote, and just general poems that I thought were cool. (Lets see you say all that in one breath...) Anyway, if you wanna submit a poem, you can submit it to me here. Also, if you have any ideas behind what the poem means(other than the literal meaning), post it on the message board, okay? Thanks! Anyway, enjoy!!! Later!!!

"My Own View"
by: Liz (Princess Elspeth herself!!!)

Life sucks
Then you die
All it is
Is one big lie
So kiss my ass
And go to hell
Meanwhile I'll
Go back in my shell
Where I can't
Be hurt by you
Or the public's
"Perfect" view
I'm sick of changing
To meet their needs
It's time to stop
Following their leads
I'd rather die
A lonely death
Than change myself
And always regret
What I did
For them, for you
And never have followed
My own view

"The Red Wheelbarrow"
By William Carlos Williams

So much depends
upon
A red wheel
barrow
Glazed with rain
water
Beside the white
chickens

"This is just to say"
By William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

"Fairweather Love"
By Liz (Princess Elspeth herself!!!)

My heart shudders
Then breaks
Your words still resound
Through my mind
I thought you loved me
And gave you my all
But no.
You promised that we would be
Together.
Forever.
But no.
I gave you everything
Yet to you it seems to mean nothing
I will never love again
Like I loved you
But it's time for me
To move on
And so goodbye
Fairweather love

"Sigh"
By: Liz(yep, another by Elspeth Hime)

The trees sigh,
Dancing in the wind.
I remain beneath,
Hiding my form,
Hoping you won't notice
That I am also sighing
As I picture myself
Dancing with you

"The Ant"
By Liz (yes, another one by Elspeth...are we seeing a pattern forming here?)

I am but an ant
Crawling blindly
Along the grains of sand
Watch where you step
For you may crush me

"The Seven Ages of Man"
By (the man himself) William Shakespeare

������������������ All the world's a stage,
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 in seven stages. 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 a snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like a 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 quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with a good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

"Haiku"
By Bashou

Within plum orchard,
������sturdy oak takes no notice
������������of flowering blooms.

The moon glows the same:
������it is the drifting cloud forms
������������make it seem to change.

Yellow rose petals
������drop one-by-one in silence:
������������roar of waterfall.