Biography of Chantelle Clark
I am a 17 year old teenager who lives in the country, a quiet life full of hardcore study halls and a lot of sports. I tend to spend most of my time studying and working on my academics with an average over 90, and I also play soccer for my city. I play basketball and soccer for my school. In my leisure time I take to writing short stories (prose) , lyrics and poetry; poetry being the better liking of the three. Anyways if you'd like to get to know me or have any requests or suggestions please feel free to message me.
Chantelle Clark's Works:
I have a poem published in Timeless Voices. The poem is Through Adults Eyes.
Chantelle Clark Poems
Free Verse Personification Poem- Sorrow ...
When sunsets for night sorrow drifts in, whispering through the trees. Her gown flutters through the air as she glides over me. Setting quietness throughout the land, In a dangerious whisper that gave me shivers.
Metaphor Poem- Bear
Fall is graceful and mysterious. It sneaks up on you like a crisp chill.
The crowd roars with life
Day By Day
I blink back these tears everyday. I hurt when I hear you say. That I never cared, that my friendship wasn't true or fair!
The sun sets and darkness envelopes the world In the wrath of its deadly sin. Only the stars shine bright in the vast universe But yet this blackness sucks me into a world
Rainbow lights warm fires christmas time.
Through Adult's Eyes
Through an Adult's eyes, Life's a game. The news, the prose, they're one and the same. A war claims lives, People Die.
Hope for you is right
Dear Mom: I Am Sorry (Poem)
Dear Mom: Not that this makes a difference but, I'm sorry. I truly am.
White, Asian, Black, Caucasian were all minorities Everyone seems to have their own priorities. Religion and intolerance is a big factor. Our society doesn't know what they're after.
Mother of nature
The horse's hooves sounded in the distance. Like rolling thunder was their presence.
Walking On Water
You stand at the edge of the sea. Your soul cries for fresh air. Tormented shrills long to be free. Anguished pain you cannot bare.
Clear reflection Ripples blur the surface Past fades, silent goodbye
Through a child's eyes, falling leaves are a delight,
colours of joy, not one bit of spite.
A walk in the park is in a child's heart,
but to some its a walk in the dark.
A pesky fly, a buzzing bee to me its life's harmoney.
Seeing Nature bloom within Spring,
watching the water wheel go around the ring.
All of this is beautiful to some but to many its another day with no fun. How come we see beautiful things when others just look through rose coloured glasses to see what they need?