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

If An Abused Dog Could Speak...

Chained and chaffed
It hurts, Master!
Why do you glare at me?
Do I not love you unconditionally?
Why leave me alone?
I am hungry and dizzy from the sun
Please bring me water!
Have I done something wrong?
I never asked you to choose me
I thought you wanted me all along!
But I was glad you did
I miss the warmth of your arms
I was only a little pup then
but you loved me didn't you?
You made me love you too!
And now I look up at the sky
I want to be that butterfly
I do not understand
the harsh words
the burning pain from your ...

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Winter

Winter is here, my love
Cold and bleak like
the tempest brewing inside my being
Uncertainty and fear envelopes me
Loneliness and melancholy
reminds me of my human fragility
And I, a slave of love's cruelty
seeks the shelter of your arms
to silence the thunder in my heart
to protect me from life's storms

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