Biography of chantelle ribeiro
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...
chantelle ribeiro's Works:
None, but aspiring to some day...
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
The whole room disappeared I was left small and insignificant staring at the floor of my soul
With Age Comes Wisdom...
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
It Was Not My Fault - A Poem For Abused ...
Words hurt when written from the chore of the heart Where pain resides Hidden in the folds of memory
A Woman's Strength
Lying half dead A broken being in the gutters of life Paralyzed by its cruelty But in your eyes
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
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
The Mystery Of Life...
As Winter slowly approaches And the crisp morning air touches my cheek I wonder about tomorrow So many unanswered questions
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
Wait For You...
I am in love with you You stepped forward nobody else was there I leaned on you
A New Day
Dawn arrives in subtle hues
The sun breaks like an egg
over the horizon
Through mists of Winter
I stare at the awakening of Mother Nature
Breathtaking and fresh
Delicate and vulnerable
Early morning dew
Tears wept by angels in the night