Baby Hold Me English Poem

Baby when you hold me, my emotions makes it clear, 

Just how much you mean to me while we are laying here, 

I listen to your heart-beat in rhythm with my own, 

With every pound that warming sound, 

Keeps me safe with love you’ve shown. 

 

Baby when you touch me, with hands so soft but strong, 

You wrap me in your warm embrace, just where I belong, 

You hold me close and comfort me all through-out the night, 

Until you open up your eyes to first signs of daylight. 

 

Baby when you kiss me before you start your day, 

The happiness you bring my heart, no words can ever say, 

You make my life so beautiful, wonderful, and new, 

You’re my hopes and dreams, you’re my everything, 

I’m so in love with you.
        

                                                           ~By Shelagh Bullman

See me beneath-english poetry

See me beneath my navals 
As my navals 
There is likewise my womb 

Where as you, 
A significant number of the universe 
An Embodiment has been made 

Furthermore, it’s my heart over that 
Where the adoration for all life 
It is Bookkeepers to such an extent 

Believe it or not presently 
The Resounding Sanctity 
more than admirers 

Furthermore, here the present moment 
Your first eating regimen 
is Streaming 

Or more this heart 
Where is my Tongue 
Sweet than nectar, Bitter with toxic substance 
Flavors are given … 

Furthermore, my eyes are over this burning 
Notwithstanding the Eye roe 
Thought and trust 

What’s more, there is a mind over these eyes 
Among the anxious strands 
From the awareness to the body 

All the parity is kept …. 
See me underneath my navals 
Obviously, under my feet 
Paradise is put

  ~Dr. Shakira Nandini

Lovers’s Complaint-English poetry-Shakespeare

Lovers’s Complaint

 

FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded

A plaintful story from a sistering vale,

My spirits to attend this double voice accorded,

And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale;

Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,

Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,

Storming her world with sorrow’s wind and rain.

 

Upon her head a platted hive of straw,

Which fortified her visage from the sun,

Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw

The carcass of beauty spent and done:

Time had not scythed all that youth begun,

Nor youth all quit; but, spite of heaven’s fell rage,

Some beauty peep’d through lattice of sear’d age.

 

Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne,

Which on it had conceited characters,

Laundering the silken figures in the brine

That season’d woe had pelleted in tears,

And often reading what contents it bears;

As often shrieking undistinguish’d woe,

In clamours of all size, both high and low.

 ~William Shakespeare

The curfew tolls-English Poetry

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,

The lowing herd wind slowly o’er the lea,

The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,

And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

                                                                                    ~Thomas grey