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chantelle ribeiro Poems

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
...

The whole room disappeared
I was left
small and insignificant
staring at the floor of my soul
...

I love my age
To think I feared it
But now I notice things
Little things
...

Innocence lost in the desert winds
lifeless eyes stare
devoid of childish thrills
Adventures a distant memory
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Words hurt when written
from the chore of the heart
Where pain resides
Hidden in the folds of memory
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Lying half dead
A broken being in the gutters of life
Paralyzed by its cruelty
But in your eyes
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Rum and maple comes to mind
Your unlit pipe dusted and memorialized
Warm brown eyes filled with love
Your photograph against my wall
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His name
Sounds sweet on her lips
On the beach
the tendrils of the Wintry fog
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Tonight you made me smile
A message of love
A whisper of what I know
in my heart
...

As Winter slowly approaches
And the crisp morning air touches my cheek
I wonder about tomorrow
So many unanswered questions
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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
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Black
My colour
My mood today
Sometimes you are cruel
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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
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I am in love with you
You stepped forward
nobody else was there
I leaned on you
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I wander from room to room
I talk to you
Your face haunts my days and nights
I miss our smiles, our fights
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I am your friend
And will always remain
Your rock when you need saving
Your voice when the world silences you
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Pretentious people
they leave a bitter taste in my mouth
Forever competing
Always waiting in the wings
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Chained and chaffed
It hurts, Master!
Why do you glare at me?
Do I not love you unconditionally?
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It is hard to fathom
the passing of time
Fleeting as the sunrise
Ebbing as the tides
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Thank you for giving me life
For nurturing me as a child
Protecting my innocence
for as long as you could
...

chantelle ribeiro Biography

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...)

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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 wedding band

chantelle ribeiro Comments

Cindy Hauser 17 July 2011

Like your poems a lot. I am busy analyzing a few of your poems for a school project of mine. I would really like to know more about yourself for my project, like what inspired you to write the poems, a woman's strength, i am a women, a mothers day poem and falling in love and; When and why did you start writing poems etc. would really appreciate it if you could get back to me by Tuesday, thanks a lot

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