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...

I Am A Woman

I am a Woman
Worthy of a Kingdom
A jewel, rare and exquisite
Mysterious as the night
Deep as the ocean
Vulnerable as a butterfly's wing
I am a Woman
Soul, old as the earth,
Blood liquid passion
Heart, ship of sorrows and hurt
I am a Woman
A mystical being
Beautiful in my complexity

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