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Chloe Payseur Poem
Seven years ago today,
it was my tenth birthday.
Chubby cheeks full of chocolate,
But happiness was not my fate.
I had to go to school that day,
No time for freedom or play.
I had no friends you see,
All the kids liked to bully me.
For it was my tenth birthday,
I wasn't going to let them get in my way.
Until a boy named john pushed me,
I fell on the pavement and scraped my knee.
I went home crying to my mother,
She said it couldn't go any further.
She comforted me with presents,
And unknowingly with her presence.
Way back when I was ten,
I didn't fit in.
I didn't have a single friend
But a mother is all you need in the end.
Copyright © Chloe Payseur | Year Posted 2016
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Silvery snow silently slides down the slippery slope.
Copyright © Chloe Payseur | Year Posted 2015
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Chloe Payseur Poem
Its always hard on days like these
To forget
The times spent together
Running through the fall leaves
Hunting in the mountains.
Its always hard on days like these
To forget
That you're not with me
That you can't comfort me
And spend hours talking to me
Its always hard on days like these
When people ask where you are
When i know that you aren't too far
But can't be here
Its always hard on days like these
To know your dad is in jail
On his knees
Praying that someone will post bail.
Its always hard
On days like these
Copyright © Chloe Payseur | Year Posted 2015
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Chloe Payseur Poem
A sport is not for whom who sees, it's for whom who plays.
~12/08/15
Copyright © Chloe Payseur | Year Posted 2015
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Chloe Payseur Poem
Everything grows old,
Through the days of cold.
Time is beauty,
Time is Gold.
Leaves fall,
And children grow tall.
All the while,
Changes are small.
Time comes and goes,
Just as fast as the wind blows.
Time is consuming,
A wise man knows.
Time has essence,
But no evanescence.
Time is one,
Spending eternity in adolescence.
Copyright © Chloe Payseur | Year Posted 2015
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There is a road,
Going through the fields,
Filled with cows,
All over the hills.
Through the outskirts of town,
This little sanctuary,
Holds the most beautiful sunsets,
To be found.
There is a road,
Winding through counties,
Beside the interstate,
But still holds its solemn country.
Deer roaming about,
In and out of the woods,
Colours fill the sky,
Clouds begin to flood.
This is the place I go to,
When I'm feeling sad.
I wish the world could see,
But it is mine to be had.
There is a road,
Going through fields,
Filled with cows,
All over the hills.
Copyright © Chloe Payseur | Year Posted 2015
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Tinsel on the floor.
Just got home from the store.
Ornaments thrown about.
The cat... That I can't live without.
He lay asleep under the tree.
The only problem
The tree is on the floor
In front of me.
Colorful presents lay torn all around
Not an untouched thing to be found.
My blob of fur purring in front of me.
T'was the end of my Christmas tree.
Copyright © Chloe Payseur | Year Posted 2015
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Chloe Payseur Poem
Breath in breath out,
Something to write about.
Language flows across the page,
Poetry has no age.
As you fill the page with just 26 letter',
You start to feel better.
The pen : a harpoon,
The page : immune.
Copyright © Chloe Payseur | Year Posted 2015
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Chloe Payseur Poem
Attention America
Can't you see
We are not the land of the free.
We represent
Oppression
Possession
regression
And this sickens me.
Our four fathers fought for freedom
From taxes
Rulers
And greed.
Now, This is what makes America bleed.
We are not the land of the free
We are the land of me, me, me.
Copyright © Chloe Payseur | Year Posted 2015
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Chloe Payseur Poem
Don't travel to see the world, travel to see yourself.
Ends of the Earth- Lord Huron
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