chantelle ribeiro

Rookie (1970/10/07 / South Africa - Johannesburg)

chantelle ribeiro Poems

1. Winter 5/13/2011
2. Untitled 5/13/2011
3. A New Day 5/13/2011
4. The Fog 5/13/2011
5. You 5/13/2011
6. Be Still... 5/14/2011
7. Lost 5/14/2011
8. Cornered 5/17/2011
9. Nature's Show 5/17/2011
10. Only She Will Know... 5/18/2011
11. Your Ghost 5/18/2011
12. I Wanted You To Know... 5/18/2011
13. Valley Of Defeat 5/22/2011
14. Fragile Thoughts 5/22/2011
15. Fade To Black 5/24/2011
16. You ... Monster ... 5/24/2011
17. Don'T Give In... (For Nicky...) 5/27/2011
18. Mute... 5/30/2011
19. There Is A Storm In Her Heart 5/28/2011
20. My Soul Is Silent... 6/4/2011
21. And You Weep... 6/4/2011
22. I Love You For Loving Me... 6/4/2011
23. I Knew 6/6/2011
24. We Ask Why? 6/7/2011
25. Falling In Love 6/7/2011
26. The Rotten Seed... 6/12/2011
27. Oh Heart... 6/12/2011
28. Leave Me Be 6/12/2011
29. What Is It That People Want From Me? 6/16/2011
30. I Just Am... 6/16/2011
31. Enough... 6/16/2011
32. Anger... 6/16/2011
33. Better Tomorrows 5/13/2011
34. Hot And Cold... 6/17/2011
35. Friendship... 7/9/2011
36. You Said It Was Okay 7/9/2011
37. A Fragile Mind 7/16/2011
38. My New Chapter Has Begun... 7/16/2011
39. A Wheel Within A Wheel 7/16/2011
40. She Blew Away With The Wind... 7/16/2011
Best Poem of chantelle ribeiro

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 ...

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Untitled

I stand alone on a deserted beach
Small and insignificant
Eyes closed
Face upturned
I scream your name into the wind
Cursing
Weeping like a child
Tears merging with the ocean
Carrying its sadness with the tides
to whimsical worlds
Where mermaids sigh

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