Poems from Chelsea H.
A high school senior with a re-kindled interest in poetry. I took a Creative Writing course freshman year, so now I want to write poetry again.
Beauty in their eyes
Is less valuable than
Beauty in your soul.
I may not have a body that’s hand-crafted marble
With each curve and dip being smooth and alluring,
Or a mind tuned as precisely as a...
I am a rat.
No, not one of those scuttling
Vermin that nibble on ropes and scare
Passersby in dark city alleys...
I am the kind of ...
You agreed we could still be friends,
As you said it was over in front of the
Whole school during dismissal.
You ran at the sight of me...