chantelle ribeiro

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

chantelle ribeiro Poems

121. Confusion 12/27/2011
122. My Mind 12/27/2011
123. Primitive Love... 1/5/2012
124. For Me And You 1/5/2012
125. For The Second Time... 1/7/2012
126. Your Destiny... 1/7/2012
127. A Suicide Note (For The Misunderstood...) 1/11/2012
128. Before And After - How Loved Ones Feel Before And After Someone Commits Suicide 1/11/2012
129. Water 10/7/2011
130. Every Day Should Be That Way 10/7/2011
131. When You Smile... 2/20/2012
132. Invisible... 2/24/2012
133. A Symphony Of Fire 2/24/2012
134. Like A Delicious Melody... 3/8/2012
135. The Boomerang... 3/20/2012
136. Do You Know? 3/20/2012
137. My Quote To The Little Girl Inside Of Me 4/5/2012
138. I Am Not Perfect 4/5/2012
139. When It Rains 4/5/2012
140. A Bleeding Mess 4/16/2012
141. Gypsy Rose 1 4/19/2012
142. Gypsy Rose 2 4/19/2012
143. Kiss Me 4/20/2012
144. Gypsy Violin 5/12/2012
145. Real Love... 5/16/2012
146. Convenient Amnesia... 6/2/2012
147. I Had A Dream... 6/2/2012
148. Father's Day (I Miss You) 6/16/2012
149. My Drug... 6/16/2012
150. A Lost Soul... 6/16/2012
151. The Lighthouse... 7/1/2012
152. Stuck... 7/1/2012
153. For My Gran (Vovo Lucia) 7/20/2012
154. Peaches And Cream (A Poem In Memory Of My Granny) 7/20/2012
155. Nothingness... 8/4/2012
156. Blinded By Sorrow... 8/4/2012
157. You Are Significant... 8/4/2012
158. When I Lost You - On 14 September 2012 9/27/2012
159. Eternal Love 9/27/2012
160. Emptiness 9/27/2012

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...

The Fog

The fog rolls in
Softening the harshness of reality
It blankets everything in a moment
of its ghostly embrace
obscuring imperfections
hiding secrets whispered in the night
In its depths, truth you'll find

The rain falls softly

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