Chloe Poems - Poems about Chloe

Chloey was a concubine By the time that she was nine Gents who should have saved her Said only she was mighty fine....

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I am the sea. I let the fine sand sink, I let the velvety sand shift. ...

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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...

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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...

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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. ...

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My little running buddy, my best furry friend You came into my life As a white bundle of goofy bichon Dressed up as a terrier. You terrorized our Princess Xena, And, as a crazy Hallowe’en pup, Climbed up onto the table To lick clean butter and sugar bowls And back down again to chew the table legs! You chased the beach birds...

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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...

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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...

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Chloë Grace Moretz, Atlanta A poetry on coconut butter ...

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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!...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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With you, I remember what it means to love. And in love I find life, rising from the morose shadows to fly like a purebred charger across asphalt fields and through urban dystopias. With you I remember what it means to laugh. And in laughter I find joy, fleeing the hurricanes of hate and the wrath of drunken self-tyranny to walk with you side by side, almost touching,...

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