Short Chloe Poems
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Chloë Grace Moretz, Atlanta
A poetry on coconut butter
Distant smell of Monroe in 17
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
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
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
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?
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
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.
Form:
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
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!
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.