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Best Poems Written by Chloe Green

Below are the all-time best Chloe Green poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Wheat Fields

Golden like the summer sun,
While down upon the field it shone
Upon that sea, bereft of green,
Which wavered in the heat-haze sheen.
So many ears,
Yet none to hear
The melodic trill,
That drifts from winged feathered thrill
Of birds that watch me.
As i sit amidst the wheat fields.


May be continued?

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Why Do You Care If I Am Different

Why do you care if I am different?
Why does the stranger have to be strange?
For what you don't understand is not abhorrent.
And those in the grey need not to change.

Was the leopard shunned for showing his spot?
Or the eagle silenced for his cry?
Let a wise man tell you they were not.
Yet on a standard we rely.

So turn your face away from the idols!
And take a moment just to see
The beauty in the shades of grey.
And leave me to my peculiar reality.

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By the Stars We Fly

By the stars we fly,
Over land and sea
With spirits high,
The woes of past, present, future
Die with every blinding light.

We wish to fly,
And leave the tossing waves
Of quilt and sheet behind.
As we drift on the tide 
Of delusion and fancy.

Write me to fly,
Use your pen and shoot
Your arrows of vagary
Deep into impressionable minds.
Plant your seed of fantasy.

But for now I’ll sleep,
Until such time that 
Supernovae, stars, and spangled skies
Call me from my reverie
And buy the stars we all shall fly.

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To Care

To care,
A peculiar notion isn’t it?
An envelope of warmth,
A hand ghosting a shoulder
As you mutter the musical lull.
Or spit daggers to the opposing

To care,
To shred your beating heart
Into tiny bloody fragments,
Scattering them like confetti over anyone
Who dares enter the party of your mind.

To care,
To bang your fists against their walls
Until you bleed out from your self-inflicted wounds
As you watch them trample those fragile,
Fluttering fragments under foot.

To care,
To care for self,
To hold those glittering jewels
Like a poker player with cards abreast.
A twisted self-preservation and the path to emptiness,
Alone.

But I’d rather care,
I’d rather love, rather live, rather break.
Because to care is to have purpose 
And give meaning to that beating heart.