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

Comments about chantelle ribeiro

  • Cindy Hauser (7/17/2011 1:05:00 PM)

    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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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 ...

Read the full of The Old Man On A Bench...


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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