Chloe Meakin

Chloe Meakin Poems

1. Lemonheart 6/12/2005
2. Diaries Of Pirate 6/12/2005
3. Wrapped Around Your Finger 6/12/2005
4. Green Peach 6/12/2005
5. Die A Death 6/12/2005
6. The Game Of The Citizen 6/12/2005
7. Godsick 6/12/2005
8. Teenage Whore 6/12/2005
9. The Makings Of Sally Bowles 6/12/2005
10. The Passion Of Sally Bowles 6/12/2005
11. The Burnt Down 6/12/2005
12. Playing At Leaving 6/12/2005
13. Red Space 6/12/2005
14. Ripper 6/12/2005
15. Boys Through The Water 6/12/2005
16. Third Secret (A Sestina) 6/12/2005
17. Solitude B 6/12/2005
18. How I Came To Hate Bungalows 6/12/2005
19. My Heart And The String 6/12/2005
20. The Girl's Nobody 6/12/2005
21. Lost Past Episode 6/12/2005
22. General Trouble (For Samantha Bartle) 6/12/2005
23. Tsu-Na-Ga-Ru 6/12/2005
24. Heterochromia 6/12/2005
25. Two Weeks Before Your Wedding 6/12/2005
26. Disappointed Love 6/12/2005

Comments about Chloe Meakin

  • Peter A. Crowther (6/12/2005 1:20:00 PM)

    I don't quite know what to make of your poems but they certainly are refreshingly original and energetic! I also like the way you play with words - achieving some lovely musical effects with your use of internal rhymes, assonance and alliteration. Brilliant

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Best Poem of Chloe Meakin

Disappointed Love

I wake in the night,
your words and your face and your voice.

Kissing the back of my hand with my mouth. Half a dream still.
Half. My lips and my tongue, and my teeth.

I squeeze my eyes with their lids. I am squeezed by this.
No breath. I burst, and I am disappointed. Just disappointed.
Forcefully. Deep in the night.
You are a piano playing somewhere.
And you are several instruments, playing the same tune, all at once. How to be you.

Kissing you. Carefully, one lip at a time.
The top, the bottom,
I did this once, to you.

I ...

Read the full of Disappointed Love


Acidheart, sickheart, wetheart.
Tiredheart. Knifeheart, hungryheart.

What pleasure are you? You touch me as much as the air.
You’d never know you were there.
You’re only a voice and you’re never the words.
You’ve been my Chinese whisper, my something overheard.

I seem to have swallowed you. Well you flew down my throat.

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