Best Chloe Poems


Premium Member Chloe, Precocious Princess

She's only six
but so alive
moving constantly
talking incessantly
singing with Three Doors Down
playing dress-up
posing for the camera
doing her "model" walk
performing ballet

swimming, swimming
making friends
teasing her cats
chasing butterflies
drawing, coloring
writing her name
talking to strangers
asking questions
innocent and expectant

watch her play -
             guard her well!
© Cona Adams  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Chloe Broadbent - Stillborn 1899

Chloe Broadbent

Stillborn  1899


My simple soul, my eyes,
Have never beheld the jewel of the night,
The morning star that ushers in
The dawning of a new day.
My brief inner heartbeat has never felt
The gentle pelting of the rain,
As it descends downward
Gently, peacefully, magically,
Like the mist of a cascading waterfall
Hidden deeply
Far away
Somewhere in the distance
In the mysterious grottos and crevices
Created by God,
My only friend.
Dearest mother.
Although we were together for those nine months,
I never knew you.
My simple soul, my eyes,
Never beheld your soul, and your eyes.
And although you held me,
I never held you.
Citizens of Earth:
You have no idea.
You have no idea.

Chloe

In the water is the mirrored image I see.
 The true beauty is a reflection of me.
 Thoughts that run through my mind are my beliefs that I cannot find. 
 Like the flowers that float in the water are my memories of Chloe my daughter. She's now an angel taken from me.
 My sweet precious baby Chloe.
                    Teresa Skyles

Entered in Constance La France~A rambling poet~"reflection"contest


Chloe Grace Moretz Atlanta

Chloë Grace Moretz, Atlanta
                                          A poetry on coconut butter
                                         Distant smell of Monroe in 17

Chloe

Chloe


Chloe's are the smallest hands
smaller than the hands e.e. cummings gave the rain
Melting the snow of my white glove
together we look out over the white domino tombstones
Chloe's are the brownest eyes
Wet and sad like a spaniel dogs
Tracing the shiny brass buttons on my uniform coat

Chloe is to young to understand why i clench her hand tighter
each time the guns fire for her Daddy

To young to hate me for not saving him.

I Am the Sea

I am the sea.
I let the fine sand sink,
I let the velvety sand shift.                                                                                                                                                                   
I let you swim soundly,
I let you soundly swim.
 
I am the sea. I am the sea.
I let the sun touch my waves,
I let my waves touch the sun.
I let the rocks turn to sand,
I let the sand turn to rocks.

I am the sea, I am the sea, I am the sea.
I let you release your sadness in me, 
I let your worries come free, 
I let your anger float away,
So you will be happy today.


My Beautiful Chloe

I hope that some day you will be able to read this and know that daddy is filled with Love,
Admiration,
Hope,
Awe,
For you

I saw the skies the morning you were born
Brilliant, yet serene
I knew immediately that you were going to change everything
Your eyes were that of an old soul who came to show us
How to conduct ourselves properly
I felt the energy pouring off you like a waterfall 
Within a deep, secret place

Your presence is something that I have been priveledged to experience
Your beauty is striking to everyone that sees you
Your grace cleanses my soul

I love you (always and forever), my daughter!

-Dad :)

Chloe

CHLOE

Chloe chastised chauvinism
Hating hypocrites of opposing gender
Liberating her limitless femininity
Obsessively opposing male nuances
Emotively enticing heroism


Copyright© May 2013—Kim van Breda

Chloe

With you, I remember
what it means to love.
And in love I find life,
rising from the morose shadows
to fly like a purebred charger
across asphalt fields
and through urban dystopias.

With you I remember
what it means to laugh.
And in laughter I find joy,
fleeing the hurricanes of hate
and the wrath of drunken self-tyranny
to walk with you side by side,
almost touching, in fading sunshine,
breathing as if for the first time.

With you I remember
what it means to be mortal.
And in mortality I find solace,
shattering chains of deist doubts
and fears of worthless art
to cherish my little time with you
and agonize over our parting
inevitable, when I wave to you,
a comet soaring through
the brilliant heavens that bore you.

Premium Member Chloe

Chloey was a concubine
By the time that she was nine
Gents who should have saved her
Said only she was mighty fine.

Chloe

Those bright, helpless eyes staring up at me. Instantly I understand her 
thoughts, as she cannot speak.

I often find it difficult to comprehend  how much this tiny girl needs me. And she 
never puts up a fight even if we disagree.

The trust she has in me is unlike any kind. She has a heart of gold, like an angel 
and child combined.

Many people can't  understand how humans can create such a connection. From 
the moment I held her tiny body in my arms I knew her well being was my 
ultimate objection.

It's tough to imagine how complete she's made my soul. From a playful snare to 
a warning bark, heart you have stole.

Her name is Chloe and she's tiny as can be. She isn't my natural child but she's 
as close as a dog could ever be. `

Chloe

Here she comes
Riding on the wind
Sensing all the chill
Feigning not a thing

There she goes
As her garment flows
Into hands of time 
And for love sublime

Now she bends
Singing on a sigh
While she sits on high
At the golden helm

Oh we know
She knows how to ride 
And to beat the tide 
Any time we ride
© Lady Mar  Create an image from this poem.

For My Grand Daughter Chloe

I love you
Even though you are miles away

I can't watch you grow
Each and every day

But know this
Even after I die
Every day with out you
Made me cry, cry, cry...

Love,

Grandma

Chloe

She walks across the floor at night
Then glows in obvious delight
Her laughter is like a song she sings
Around the room, it's joyous ring
She stops to do a little dance.
Pleased with herself, now’s her chance.
A few steps more she takes with pride
And all the while she’s smiling wide.
She wrinkles up her perfect brow
And looks at you like “no, not now”
Then sets her mind on something new
And starts over again, out of the blue
But when she’s tired and had enough
She crawls upon her nanny’s lap
She grabs her paci and puts it in
And holds another in her hand
Slowly she drifts off to sleep
Peaceful as she dreams so sweet
When naptime’s over and she awakes
She’s back to walking all over the place.

Chloe

Only one girl I fell for instantaneously 
had it all was so cool sexy insanely sweet 
at the pool in her bikini in my awe weak
more beautiful than all and all I seek

She smiled like an angel with blue eyes divine 
gorgeousness unable too digest quick time 
as I watched her the rest a blur to my eyes
was out of my league could never be mine

Came across wild free fresh and unfazed 
just did what she wanted with a smiley face 
found myself lost unsteady and spaced
believing no hope still up for the chase

They told her I liked her and wanted a kiss
walking towards me my heartbeat a miss
smiled before gifting such blissful lips
the most beautiful creature too ever exist

Thought me a player I said get to know me
while I tell the world I only want Chloe 
from the first sight she the only I see
in her presence feeling unknowingly

There was no other in the world that week
the holiday romance I’d never beat
a wonderous feeling too never repeat
a girl I'm thankful I did meet

A way of love I’d never fall
a way before I’d never fought
a magical way had me caught
happiness forever in my thoughts
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.

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