IN MY THOUGHTS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I’ve been holding you
in my thoughts all day
like I used to do
with my girls
at the playground

my eyes were always
watching them
that’s where my heart was
they are part of me
family
loved ones

WITH A CHILDLIKE HOPE AND A HEARTFELT PRAYER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

It was an offense
but was it intentional? No!
and I’ve begged Her forgiveness
now that I know

In my haste and exuberance
a sin, unintended
and I prayed to the Lord
that this breach may be mended

THE POWER OF BELIEF

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Give Yourself the best gift You can give

Give the gift of a belief in Yourself to Your heart and soul

Champion Your dreams and Your heart’s desire

The Power of belief will turn dreams into action

I AM NOT A POET

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I AM NOT A POET
I AM JUST A SCRIBE
WRITING DOWN THE WORDS
THE UNIVERSE WHISPERS
TO ME ON THE WIND

THE WORDS SING
TO NATURE’S SONG
THEY SPEAK TO THE SOUL
AND TOUCH OUR HEARTS

WHAT REMAINS

Charles R. Lindholm

WHAT REMAINS OF ME
WOULD THE WORLD WANT TO SEE
AFTER I’M GONE
WHAT MAKES ME
WANT TO LEAVE A MARK
THAT MATTERS
SOMEWHERE, SOMEHOW TO SOMEONE

SOMETHING!
THAT TOUCHES A HEART
OR WHISPERS TO A SOUL
FROM LONG AGO AND FAR AWAY,

KINDRED SPIRITS

By Charles Robert Lindholm  

 

 

Even though

we’re Worlds Apart

 

 

 

 

 

our Hearts are

Bound and Tethered

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

with Unspoken Words

Still Understood

MONSOON SEASON

By Charles Robert Lindholm
  

Your leaving me is like a monsoon season
Constant thoughts of you
                                     pounding
on the tin roof of my mind
day and night
                    like water torture

The Eye Series:

There’s something…
there in her eyes.
For a moment
it flashes then fades.

I DROPPED A PEBBLE IN A POND

By Charles Robert Lindholm  

 

I dropped a pebble in a pond

and watched the ripples run

racing toward a distant shore

because of what I’d done

 

                             

 I knew that soon they’d wash ashore

with a playful, warm embrace

THE RELUCTANT POET

by Charles R. Lindholm  

NOT FOR FAME AND FORTUNE
HE HIDES HIS GIFT FROM SIGHT
NOT BELIEVING IN THE TRUTH
BUT STILL HE’S FORCED TO WRITE

A TIDBIT OF AN INSIGHT HERE
OR AN INSPIRATION THERE
A FUNNY THOUGHT, AN INNER FEAR
A DREAM OF LOVE OR A SIMPLE JOY

COBWEBS

 

By Charles Robert Lindholm
 

I never notice the cobwebs
in my mind
until my eyes are closed
and my soul is silent

being busy keeps me
from noticing the tiny things
the things forgotten
the things left undone

BECOMING ONE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

No flesh
No bones
No blood
to bleed

but still
a hunger burning
with a
deeper need

LOVE NOTES ON MY SKIN

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I love the way
that You love me
You always make it
thrilling 

I crave the passion
in Your kisses

WHISPERED REASSURANCES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

I don’t know

how You can see me

from half a world away

and yet I know, You know me

from the whispered words you say

DO NOT KISS ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Do not kiss me
do not steal my heart
if you don’t thirst
for my heart and soul
as much as you thirst
for my body 

ANY EXCUSE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Any Excuse

to write

a poem

is a good one

Isn’t it?

TEMPTED

By Charles Robert Lindholm   4:20 1/7/2017

I was tempted

but I resisted

it was easy

when I had no desire

when I had no need

when I had no hunger

I said, “No”

before I met you

MY TOUCHSTONE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Why is it that Love hurts?
Even when things are going right
Being apart puts a hurt on your heart
that’s like being held underwater

I HEAR THE SECRETS YOU WHISPER ——————————————————————— RESPONSE POEM TO “Of Love And Dust #2 By Gina – Singledust

As a “Hopeless Romantic”  I wrote the script for the responder
to the question asked in “Of Love And Dust #2“

By Charles Robert Lindholm

If our hands touched
I could hear the secrets
your skin whispers to mine,

THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT YOU

By Charles Robert Lindholm

there’s something about you
that even a blind man can see
there’s a joy in your soul
that even the deaf can hear

SHE HOPES FOR MORE

—-MEMORIES OF THE PAST—-

By Charles Robert Lindholm

she’s so loving
and yet unloved
so caring
though she’s neglected
she’s giving
but never given to
a beautiful lady
who lives life unadmired

FOREVER FANTASY

—- MEMORIES OF THE PAST—-

By Charles Robert Lindholm

how can my soul be so bonded to you

and my heart hold such love for you

deep inside

I SHALL ALWAYS HUNGER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I may never feel the touch

of your skin upon mine

or drink in all your kisses

like some fabled, vintage wine

I LEARNED OF LOVE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I thought I knew what love was
but I found out that’s not true
I lived with the illusions
so long, but never knew

MY LEGACY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I may not leave a mark on life
like the mighty and the great
no wealth or fame, no prodigy
for I bloomed in life too late

YOU SEE ME IN THE SHADOWS

By Charles Robert Lindholm
 

You see me in the shadows

but never run away

You look toward me

searching for my eyes

but it’s me who looks away
 

I COULD BECOME ADDICTED

By Charles Robert Lindholm

what is it about your smile

that makes it feel

like sunshine

warming my heart?

CRAVING

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

You are so sweet to my soul

you make me crave you like candy

you are irresistible

and I am so weak