SelphieT's poetry

Hello everyone! I didn't know there was a poetry section in kmc, but, I do now, and I like to write poetry a lot so I thought I'd contribute. I hope you like my stuff 🙂

You Were There For Me

When my dad was overseas,
you were there for me.
When I thought I was going to go crazy,
you were there for me.
When my mom and I would fight,
you were there for me.
When I was up crying all night,
you were there for me.
When I looked in the medicine shelf,
you were there for me.
When I wanted to hurt myself,
you were there for me.
When my dad found someone new,
you were there for me.
When I needed someone to vent to
you were there for me.
And when I knew things just couldn’t possibly be,
You were there for me.
And whenever you think you’ll need me,
I’ll be there for you.
By: Elizabeth Thompson

this one's a silly one, I remember being so happy when I wrote this 🙂

I Have A Good Taste In My Mouth

It’s kind of sweet, yet,
Doesn’t taste like anything I eat.

I really don’t want to lose this tomorrow,
I guess I’ll be fine and shouldn’t be filled with sorrow.

But it distracts me,
And kind of makes me happy.
By: Elizabeth Thompson

This is a sestina I wrote, took me FOREVER to write

Liz's Awesome Sestina

Once in a kingdom ruled by a rat,
There grew a rebellion starting with a cat.
The leader of the feral felines was strong and fat,
Her real name was Patricia yet known as Pat.
The cats would have their meetings in a hat,
In an abandoned, rusty old vat.

And in that abandoned rust old vat,
There was a well disguised spy sent by the rat.
Suprisingly he fit in with the others in the hat,
So the meeting had started with Pat the cat.
And no one had better strategic plans than Pat.
Then plans of a battle were said by Pat the fat.

A seize of the castle was planned by Pat the fat.
Her strong and loud voice shook the old vat.
All the cats would arise and fight said Pat.
“We’ll take over the castle and hang the king rat!!!”
He was very surprised, the spy rat disguised as a cat.
And immediately after the meeting he left the hat.

So also all the cats later left the hat,
And the spy met the rat king to talk of Past the fat.
The king asked the spy about this rebellious cat,
And the spy told the king all about the meeting in the vat.
In shock and awe there sat the king rat,
He then ordered, “We must stop this fat Pat!!!!”

The king rat ordered his rat army to prepare for battle with fat Pat.
He told them to look for that battered old hat,
Yet no one knew about Pat’s new plans for the king rat.
Into the king’s chamber came a rat very big and fat.
They king just thought it was a rebellious rat not looking for that old vat.
The king yelled, “Why aren’t you looking for that cat!?”

The rat pulled off his own head and exposed the body of a cat,
Then who could it be than the cat fat Pat!
No cats were there at the old rusty vat.
And the rat troops found no one in the old hat.
A huge evil grin spread across the face of Pat the fat,
And nobody has heard ever again of the old king rat.

What happened between fat Pat and the king rat,
Will never be forgotten by any cat,
The hero of all felines, Pat the fat.

(Also, I must add my real name is Elizabeth Thompson. I go by Liz. So don't think that my real name is Selphie, and say I'm posting fake stuff that isn't mine. 🙂 thanks)

Nice.......those crazy cats...............when will they learn......

When?!?!?!

for further warning, this poem has nothing to do with sexuality.

I Have A Good Taste In My Mouth

It’s kind of sweet, yet,
Doesn’t taste like anything I eat.

I really don’t want to lose this tomorrow,
I guess I’ll be fine and shouldn’t be filled with sorrow.

But it distracts me,
And kind of makes me happy.

Weak

Vulnerable,
they scrape and cut my skin.
Taking chunks and pieces of me,
I'm so weak I cannot win.
They rumble tall with laughter,
amused with simple strands of tears.
Blood splashes against their face,
basking them in glory for years.

this one's untitled....I wrote this in 7th grade I believe, when I was going through a gothic stage. Its weird, but I keep it because I dunno, I find that its actually pretty good in a different way.

I drink his blood,
The wound is spitting at me.
A never-ending flood,
Of a dead memory.

I look into his decayed eyes,
Was it really love?
Let us hear our goodbyes,
Spoken by black doves.

Nice stuff 😊 I like the cat one hehe 😛 I also like the last one... yeah I'm weird that way lol

I wrote this the other night....

Where did you go?
Why aren't you home?
I feel so utterly awful and alone.

Please come back,
Don't leave me here by myself,
I cry when I see your picture on my shelf.

I just want to lay down,
and cry myself to sleep,
but I wouldn't because you wouldn't want me to weep.

I wish you could hug me,
For a very long time,
Maybe then, just maybe then I'd really feel fine.

I wrote this one the other night too.....

Come closer,
I want to show you how much I care.
It'd be in a way,
To others I'd never dare.
I'll show you my heart,
and give you my light.
I'll take back the tart,
and hide the black scary night.

I like them both, especially the first one.

Originally posted by SelphieT
this one's untitled....I wrote this in 7th grade I believe, when I was going through a gothic stage. Its weird, but I keep it because I dunno, I find that its actually pretty good in a different way.

I drink his blood,
The wound is spitting at me.
A never-ending flood,
Of a dead memory.

I look into his decayed eyes,
Was it really love?
Let us hear our goodbyes,
Spoken by black doves.

i like that, very good! dont want to be a self promoter but could you read mine real quick and let me know what you think, noone seems to want to comment on it 😕

thanks for the comments guys

it's....good 🙂

OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

I lost my poetry notebook! I can't find it anywhere! ugh......two years of my life..........gone!!!!!!! 🙁

It's still in your head hun, although I do hope you find it 😉

Originally posted by SelphieT
OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

I lost my poetry notebook! I can't find it anywhere! ugh......two years of my life..........gone!!!!!!! 🙁

It'll turn up sooner or later, it ok. 🙂

the 1st poem is genious absolutely great piece of poetry!!! 😱

Originally posted by dark wizard
the 1st poem is genious absolutely great piece of poetry!!! 😱

thank you 😮

to be honest, that poem I wrote for my friend Billy, he was probably the best person out there for me

I walk out on all of my problems,
because nobody can solve them.
You can even call me emo,
but I'm actually doing it right though.
I could care less about your opinion,
cause I try but never ever win.
And I didn't bleed enough,
I think my skin is getting too tough.
Five is my lucky number,
but I want so badly to have another.
The sheer look of this gives me delight,
so give me a kiss and I'll say goodnight.