A woman finding herself
Growing up I was lost. Wrong choices and bad experiences seemed the order of the day, but now that I am older I understand I had to take this journey. It turns out I am happy with the woman I have become...
A mysterious woman with a deep soul and lots of thoughts to share... This then my short biography for now... more »
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chantelle ribeiro Poems
The Old Man On A Bench...
An old man on a withered bench Down by the ocean's end Staring at the stormy sky wondering if she's there up high
Innocence lost in the desert winds lifeless eyes stare devoid of childish thrills Adventures a distant memory
I'm Your Friend - A Poem For A Friend Wh...
I am your friend And will always remain Your rock when you need saving Your voice when the world silences you
A Father's Day Poem...
Rum and maple comes to mind Your unlit pipe dusted and memorialized Warm brown eyes filled with love Your photograph against my wall
The Ghost That Led Me Astray
His name Sounds sweet on her lips On the beach the tendrils of the Wintry fog
With Age Comes Wisdom...
I love my age To think I feared it But now I notice things Little things
The whole room disappeared I was left small and insignificant staring at the floor of my soul
Tonight you made me smile A message of love A whisper of what I know in my heart
Just when the last piece falls into place when the puzzle is complete When years of searching melts away And new hope grows in the Spring
Black My colour My mood today Sometimes you are cruel
Your eyes speak to me of longing I see how you watch my lips move Your eyes soft and inflamed by the passion in your blood
The Passing Of Time
It is hard to fathom the passing of time Fleeting as the sunrise Ebbing as the tides
A Woman's Strength
Lying half dead A broken being in the gutters of life Paralyzed by its cruelty But in your eyes
We Go Through Life
We go through life searching putting all the pieces of the puzzle together We meet many people form relationships
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The Old Man On A Bench...
An old man on a withered bench
Down by the ocean's end
Staring at the stormy sky
wondering if she's there up high
watching him sit in their favorite spot
where he wrote - forget me not...
'Here is the bench where we would sit
you and I a perfect fit'
He whispers softly to the wind
and wishes she would hear
how he misses her
or wipe the tear
that silently creeps down his face
as he remembers a time and place
Her lively eyes
Her soft grey hair
Memories so bitter-sweet
are all he has of her
And in his gnarled old hand
he lovingly holds her ...