Chloe's Little Book of Poetry

Hello, I'm Chloe, with words in my veins,
Dancing through sunshine, dreaming in rains.
From pages and poems, my heart found its beat,
From Seuss's sweet rhymes to the soul of John Keats.

It started in childhood, bright books on my shelf,
Where rhymes ran in circles and played with themselves.
Green Eggs and Ham, a whimsical ride-
Oh, how the Cat in the Hat made me glide!

But soon I grew deeper, with ink-stained delight,
Finding new meaning in verses at night.
"Ode to a Nightingale" stirred something inside,
A longing, a stillness, I couldn't quite hide.

Poetry calls me-a whisper, a flame,
It gives life to silence and meaning to name.
I write not for glory, but simply to feel,
To capture the moments that time tries to steal.

So here I am, Chloe-heart open wide,
With a pen in my hand and the stars as my guide.
From playful beginnings to lyrical grace,
I follow the lines, wherever they trace.