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Best Poems Written by Chloe Payseur

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Mothers

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.

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Snow Alliteration

Silvery snow silently slides down the slippery slope.

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On Days Like These

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

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Sport

A sport is not for whom who sees, it's for whom who plays.

~12/08/15

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Time

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.

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Linwood

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.

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The Cat of Christmas Present

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.

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A Pen a Weapon

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.

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Life

When there is a dawn, 
There is night owl falling into a hole of fantasy. 
They don't stop to take a sip.

When there is a sunset,
There is a traveler wanting to catch the sun. 
They don't stop to take a dip. 

Life has its beginnings and its ends, 
But I rather chase life, 
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafés of Berlin.

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Attention America

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.