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...