I FUMBLED WITH MY SMILE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

You’re supposed to be brave
You’re not supposed to cry

but I fumbled with my smile each time
I was forced to mumble, Hi! 

HAIKU: RAIN UPON A GARDEN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

The tears I cry fall

like rain upon a garden

WEEDING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The seeds of love he planted

grew deeply in my heart

He wrapped his love

around my world

in a romantic

work of art 

MY WORN AND TATTERED HEART

By Charles Robert Lindholm

forlorn and forgotten
like refrigerator art
once you vowed to love me
but now we live apart

NO GOODBYE KISS – FOR CORONAVIRUS VICTIMS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

They’re
Dying Alone,
With No Hand
To Hold – No Goodbye
Kiss

Copyright © 2020 Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet
All Rights Reserved – 03-28-2020 – 9:45 A.M.

For all the beloved coronavirus victims around the world and those
who loved them so dearly,  and who’s hearts are broken!  And now must
wait for the great beyond for a reunion!!!

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LETTING GO

By Nichole Sulpizio And Charles Robert Lindholm

She Heard The Door
Firmly Shut Behind Her
Then Slowly Turned Around
To Take A Final Look
As The Whisper From Her Heart
Said,

“Sometimes
There Is No Going Back”

Tri-haiku X (tears)

To open your eyes
as bright sparkles sting and fall
It’s ok to cry

Embrace my sorrow
But then tomorrow bring smiles
that I may see joy

As sometimes a tear
will fall from my eyes with joy
as something moves me

©Jemverse

HER MOSAIC HEART

By Charles Robert Lindholm

He Left Her
With Her Heart
In Pieces On The Floor
Shattered In The Moment
He Said, “I Don’t Love You Anymore”

She Sat Alone In Darkness,
In Silence And With Tears
And Finally Found The Pieces
She Had Searched For Through The Years

She Rescued All The Pieces
Left Lying On The Floor
Her Heart’s No Longer Fragile
It’s Stronger Than Before

Depression – 2

“Sleep isn’t just a sleep anymore, it’s an escape”

Teary eyes with Muffled cries

Strength lost and Hope dies

Choice

a wooded home, to hold love
across cemented minds, words painted
oars starved , of every choice

Same in Pain

Yellow petals welcome in light.

Yellow petals be my thoughts tonight.

Petals of discouragement, petals of pain.

I CANNOT WRITE IN CURSIVE

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I cannot write in cursive
when I write poetry,
when I write about you
and the life we had 

Language of the Heart

Any emotion
may be expressed

BEING ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

being me
is hurting you
it’s sad to say
but still it’s true 

THE CADENCE OF MY HEART

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I lie alone in bed
with words
and rhymes
and rhythms
beating
in my head 

ANGEL TEARS FALL

By Fiona Renshaw and Charles Robert Lindholm

Angel tears fall from the sky,
As they lay watching from the clouds,
Saddened by the world they see,
They cry to see our fear.

A LOSING BATTLE

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

as she signs the final papers

she keeps blinking her eyes

thinking of vows, remembering lies

Now I Lay Me Down

Now I lay me down to weep.

HAIKU: RAIN UPON A GARDEN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

The tears I cry fall

like rain upon a garden

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

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

MY WORN AND TATTERED HEART

By Charles Robert Lindholm

forlorn and forgotten
like refrigerator art
once you vowed to love me
but now we live apart

A SPECIAL TIME WITH HIM —–(A REMEMBRANCE OF DAD)

 

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I PLAYED THE PIANO SOFTLY
TO AN OLD TIME GOSPEL HYMN
IT SEEMED TO BRING DAD’S MEMORY BACK
IT WAS A SPECIAL TIME WITH HIM

THE EARTH KNOWS SHE’S SICK OF US

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The earth knows

she’s sick of us

volcanos cough

a rain of tears

the wind blows

and the earth knows

she has a cold

I FUMBLED WITH MY SMILE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

You’re supposed to be brave
You’re not supposed to cry

but I fumbled with my smile each time
I was forced to mumble, Hi! 

WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO LIVE WITH SOMEONE WHO’S NOT IN LOVE WITH YOU?

—THE DARK DAYS—

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

Why would you want to

live with someone

who’s not in love

with you?

THE NIGHT CRIED

-Memories of the Past-
By Charles Robert Lindholm

And the night cried
With a shower of tears
In torrents
When it learned
The truth about you
That you were leaving

Stars Slip Through My Hands

the haunted hours

rendered transparent

ghost in my own life

my heart

an empty room