Biography of Chelsea DeVries
Poetry is my way of expressing who I am and who I was and who I will become. I was told I had some type of talent in writing in second grade. I was told by God the summer before my freshman year to sign up for a creative writing class at school and this is where I found the great pleasure writing can give you and that my second grade teacher wasn't a total liar. I have two novels published. For more information, visit www.outskirtspress.com/chelly or www.outskirtspress.com/JessicasChoice. Finally, I respect all of your comments and just hope that you enjoy my poems.
Chelsea DeVries's Works:
Dream Girl- romance novel
Jessica's Choice-romance novel
Chelsea DeVries Poems
Grandpa, Can You Hear Me?
Grandpa, How much I wish you were still here... Are you able to hear me, even now, Standing on the other side of
Love Me For Me
Love me for who I have become, Not for who I was. Love me for my natural beauty, Not for my plastered beauty.
The most complicated element of life to understand. Does he love me? Maybe yes. Maybe no.
'So are you going? ' That was Ashley, Standing in the kitchen doorway in a T-shirt and socks. At twenty-one my sister was a petite five-four,
Footprints are like mirrors, reflecting their owner. The path of life
Where I'M From
I am from God, made in his image, created from dirt and made with love.
The rose Blossoms from a small seed. Becomes something everyone Loves.
Loved Too Much
Yes, that's right. This is about YOU. I just can't seem To get up and on
Cotton Candy Crush
How was I to know I'd fall, for your good looks and charm? How was I to know
Hawk Eye Stare
Helps you hunt me down but prohibits you from speaking,
Ode To Dogs
fluffy as a feather loving, yet moody wet kisses black, brown, yellow, chocolate colored
Is he boobling or is he bobbling? Is he going to change his ways, or stay the same?
Dance To The Key Of Life
Holding the strings of vibes We move to the dance of life. Dance to the pain of life, to the joy of reality.
Stroller sits under a tree draped in moss and full of aged
Ode To Dogs
fluffy as a feather
loving, yet moody
black, brown, yellow, chocolate colored
growls as loud as my alarm clock
some small, some big
some well-trained yet goofy
some cute yet silly
intelligent in their own way
Dogs- Man's best friend