CHELSIE RIVERA - POEMS

The writer called Chelsie Rivera, known as @poetcheel, is a young puertorrican poetess with amazing desires and aspirations to continue to write poetry full-time. The last daughter of five from an athlete family. Graduated with good grades from public schools and attends UIPR College, studying BA on Office Systems in Puerto Rico. 

Started writing in 2018, at the end of her senior year. She is a very quiet and observant person, and introvert person. Loves coffee, photography and art. Kind and peaceful human soul. 

Darkness Of Night 
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This side of the road, the one not

taken.

Walking through the branches,

seeing if he watches,

-- the dark side of my heart.

A life full of surprises and yet

No one happens,

To discover my true-self on this

ghastly sphere.

Full of doubt, full of thoughts,

Never fading away from these

unrealistic dots,

Of whether I stay or fade away.

Deeper and deeper drowning in

your eyes, but my self-hatred is no

lie.

The words spoken, spoken out of

a scream witnessed by your

dreams--

Smiling because I was told, acting

if I were to hold

my unhappiness by my never-changing character.

A loneliness felt by day, and a life

killed by night

A night whom my anxiety desired

my withdrawal overnight.
 

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Dear Him

A mystery they said…

Only few could understand it-- others blindsided by it.

Problems seemed meaningless along with the distance-- that I couldn’t fully conquer.

they didn’t approve of our passion, just like Romeo and Juliet, how could we end up here? 


Waiting for your reply, Waiting for our encounter, Waiting for a mere sign


The walk was difficult to strive-- you should’ve noticed. 

A secret was needed to succeed this destiny.

Missing each other was the highlight of our day 

Risking my life for you is the best gift you could ever receive --sometimes it wasn’t enough, you never knew.


The rumors, rumors I heard in town-- quite the newspread on a saturday evening 

you only wanted her for pure pleasure even money, they said.

Evading me every second of the say, was your task

Leaving me wondering was your delight  


That man, once I loved, has become indeed a stranger-- that I couldn’t evade, nor contact  

If I looked at you, eye to eye-- one more time, would you say the same….



Truest misery and torture was this, him hating me and I (myself), trying to love him again…


 A mistery that we both feared-- 

one left and the other that tried…


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​Sarah

Different colors, Different things 
May I wonder what this is? 

That particular color reminded me of a person-- 
it had a meaning beneath the painting 
a freedom, worth mentioning since then 

Sounds of a war, she was escaping from 
Big bruises in all her body 
No signals of other souls 

Colors and Colors 
was all she could see--
Just figures and lines 
in the dead sea 

Missing people all around the country 
Others-- hiding in their rooms 
Wishing for a miracle

Some lives lost--
became their hope to keep surviving 
it was all they had left 

Miles and Miles 
away from home, 
never gave up on her feet
--Where this could be her lead, 
to a greater place than home


Ending up in a small village called Nitzanei Sinai
Fought like never before 
Ending everything here, now and then 

Sarah was the name, 
identification ID all crocked and dirty--
of a little girl that had to become a warrior for her own salvation… 


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​Night In Paris

Lovely night, champagne, roses and perfume to accompany me--

Lonely in this old train, no waiters, no people to witness my high-end dress

Bitter taste, distanced nature’s beauty 
Rapid movements on them
Caught on guard 

In search for Paris wonders 
and a man, that buys expensive wine
for me to savour 
in his mid-class hotel 

Waiting for a stop, to encounter thou 
I shall treat thee nicely 
in my mains, don’t worry

Walking through the trains hallways, 
Proceeding to go out--
jumping out like old movies 

Streets call my name 
people recognize my face 
and love my voice 

Both feet going faster till I find your face--
Desire for your touch, body and lips

Just— a small glimpse of thee 
Behind, pieces of brown hair 
and a 360 degrees turn, 
to glance at your freckled face 

Closing the space between us, 
Eye to eye— just to ask

Will you buy me wine? 
He replied— “Yes, in this beautiful night in Paris”

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 Faces 
​

Behind a face, there's a personality 

maybe one or two--

your guess could be wrong


The first comes out--

and later the other one, 

don't act surprised


One sweeter, 

Second hateful

better yet--handful 


Mixed behaviors, 

and lifestyles 


Combined together

a bomb to explode

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