Obsidian curly hair
Honey tinted skin
Big ears chained to silver crosses
Dark-brown, warm eyes
Curves of graceful symmetry
Return to Valinor at once!
Before I worship more than your skin,
Lest my heart warm up to yours
Mayhaps you await your Elessar,
Do you see him in me?
For Chloe, three slices of black Forrest Ham.
Her tired meows that ache, her kitten teeth blackened
And I pet her with a heroin chic hand.
I hear of children with hair that falls out like broom straw,
Lilac bruises littering their knobby knees
And I hear that they are forgotten in 2008.
We are adults now, for those that didn't perish
But we may still bounce from hotel to shelter
Or take cover in the Churches for sinners.
I still think of that feline friend.
The memory jolts me there, every night.
It is all I have; all I can give.
You see that was my ration for the day
And the hunger is eating my ribs.
Mother, she gives Chloe the iron boot
By tossing her to the Giant wilderness
I sob for what feels like fifty lifetimes.
I never see Little Chloe again.
Chloey was a concubine
By the time that she was nine
Gents who should have saved her
Said only she was mighty fine.
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.
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
eyes of seafoam green
feral mermaid heart
holding out for true love
her balanced counterpart
AP: 1st place 2020
Submitted on September 28, 2020 for contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (18) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention
There were skies onyx at night... moons by day...
lakes pale as her eyes... breathless winds
undressing tall elms; ... she would say
that we loved, but some book said we'd sinned.
Soon impatiens too fiery to stay
sagged; the crocus bells drooped, golden-limned;
things of brightness, rinsed out, ran to gray...
all the light of that world softly dimmed.
Where our feet were inclined, we would stray;
there were paths where dead weeds stood untrimmed,
distant mountains that loomed in our way,
thunder booming down valleys dark-hymned.
What I found, I found lost in her face
by yielding all my virtue to her grace.
Originally published by Romantics Quarterly as "A Dying Fall"
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
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.
Chloë Grace Moretz, Atlanta
A poetry on coconut butter
Distant smell of Monroe in 17
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!
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
Where do you go to dear Chloe?
When you’re not alone at your desk
Is it a fancy swish restaurant whilst drinking champagne with the best?
Yes where do you go to dear Chloe?
When not quizzing the minds in protest
Is it curled up by the fireside reading Stumbling up to Happiness?
Yes where do you go to dear Chloe?
I’d like to walk around your mind as a guest.
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 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.
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