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Best Poems From
CHELSEA DEVRIES
(08/04/1991)
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Tonka
With every word
he speaks...
my heart drips
blood
never stopping to
release
the air inside
me.
The stars glisten
in our eyes
as they twinkle
in the sky.
It feels so good
to know
we are meant
to be.
Chelsea DeVries
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Toy Recall
Your blue eyes wash
over my soul,
stopping my heart,
mid-rhythm.
I try to forget you
but I cannot seem
to shake the thought
that you care.
I wonder why you
let her control you
like her own personal puppet,
instead of a boyfriend.
Be free, Pinocchio.
Don't you know
you're a real boy?
You have a beating heart
and free will.
Make the choice;
communicate with me.
There is only so much
you can say
with your eyes.
~Chelsea DeVries~
Chelsea DeVries
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Unvalued
You say I haven't had a job
in a tone that makes you sound
like a know it all snob.
Nine to five is not the only way
God's plan has more to say
you don't know God's plan for me
but you still hurt me,
You see.
Mother of three
Cleaning jobs
Husband who drives
her crazy being a slob
and saying she's worthless
because she doesn't hold
a valued nine to five job.
Though she wipes up
the messes he leaves,
cleans the house,
makes dinner,
no thank you or please.
Loads upon loads of laundry
drive here; drive there
feed the doggy
No time for her to comb her hair.
When did this world
become so money
hungry?
Whatever happened
to appreciating people
based on talent and skill,
Rather than rate them
based on dollar bills.
It's stupid; It's pitiful,
It's a shame.
Without a job
I become as worthless
as a person who
holds no name.
Chelsea DeVries
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Where I'm From
I am from God,
made in his image,
created from dirt and made with love.
I am from food,
pizza with extra cheese,
fried chicken and Mom's homemade spaghetti.
I am from family,
a loving mother and a caring father,
yet, I would not forget my grandpa,
who served in the military for my freedom.
I am from colors,
red days when I am angry,
green days when I am envious,
and I cannot forget blue days when I am sad
yet, there are those days when everything seems white and so clear,
and I know that I should just keep on living.
Chelsea DeVries
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