Incomplete

The sun comes everyday

To lighten the world

From the darkness of night

To bring new hopes and vibes

To melt in the love of shine.

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The Soothing Sea

I have lost count the number
of poems I have written
about the sea in Sussex
as really, I am smitten
So, if I only wrote of water
would you think less of me?
for really, if the truth be told
it’s best beside the sea

I can sit here hour on hour
beside the soothing waves
and gaze out at its fathoms
on sultry summer days
For me it’s inspiration
of it I’ll never tire
It prompts my words and writing
and builds in me a fire

INJECT AND INFECT

Inject and infect

The love in my veins

To surrender the pain

To be lost in your aim.

 

The infection is not in the blood

It’s in the mainstream of the love

The soul wants the cure

In the form of art of love.

Perfect Storm

“With a tide rising in your heart
and a gale rushing in mine,
we brewed a 
perfect storm together”
–Megha Sood

Our wild emotions were brewing
slowly and surely
simmering and rising to the surface
ready to be spilled
poured out of our hearts
where it was becoming
a fruitless task
to keep us apart

Days of Youth

 

A mockingbird crooned his melody

as I sat under a blooming Lilac tree

I closed my eyes and soon drifted away

lulled by soft buzzing of the honeybees.

Proof

 

I have read the fairy tales and
stories of love
for time eternal
they are as true as they come
if I could only believe
the prince charming for real

Inflammable

 

Those fleeting glances

those eye contact

never bothered me

there were many

Fleeting romance

“The very essence of romance is uncertainty.”
― Oscar Wilde

Oh! how fleeting it was

how softly it made me blush

left my heart

feeling so sanguine

a feathered touch

My Salvation

 

As I dance till my feet bleed
the sweat pour out of my body
as tears of my soul
I dance till I drop dead

Sustenance(Micro poetry)

I blog at Megha’s World

Inefficient

I fail miserably to guard my self

my heart

my emotions

my eyes

which gives away

every single feeling

every moment

I spent;

I LOOKED DEEPLY INTO HER EYES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Looked Deeply
Into Her Eyes,
How Could I Not?

Galaxy (Micro poetry)

I blog at Megha’s World

The language of love

Speak with the language of love.
–Rumi

The language of love
needs no words, no script
it flows from my heart to yours 
with no gates or doors;
I can feel the vibe in the air
I can feel the love
in my veins
as it flows;

OUR CROSSROAD IN TIME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Time Has Removed
Any Doubt,
About What It Was
We Shared Together

With A Soft Blur Of Years
And Faded Memories
Of The Ecstasy

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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MORE THAN JUST – I LOVE YOU

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I need more
than just words,
more than just
I Love You!

Presence

Dance of the emotions

Catching of the gaze

Passing glimpse of the face

Fleeting touch of your hands

My Old Book of Poetry & Prose.

Please, feel free to help an aspiring artist, writer, poet, and musician achieve his lifelong destiny for success. Thanks in advance. Kyle T. Dibert’s Book of Poetry

Mother Nature (7) – Passion

Celebrating nature over
seven vibrant days
Her hand of wonder covered
in seven different ways

And what better way to finish
than upon a note of passion
Passiflora with its Latin name
for horticultural fashion

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English

*Alliteration Poem – English*
3rd Oct’17  ~by Venkat

Eagle eyes, erudite English
Evolve edges, eerie echoes
Eagles editable, emblems
Eyes exorcised, edges engraved

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WHAT IS THAT SCENT YOU ARE WEARING?

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

“What is that scent
you are wearing?”,
he asked
the beautiful Lady
sitting next to him
“It is wonderful
and so intoxicating” 

Passion and Purity

Passion’s precious gift
Exchanged between you and me

Imagine

If we were not by hands unseen
Unshackled from temerity
Imagine how things might have been

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The game we started off to play last spring
Seemed innocent enough to me at first.

Fire and Ice

So cold
yet I burn