Category: Confusion

Stress

Stress

Shell-shocked by recent events
another deep sigh leaves my body
relieving me of the heaviness carried
Sitting in luxurious silence
An unfamiliar but welcome stillness 
A freeing, stress-healing peace
If only for a short time

Frantic, heavily charged moments
unite us in anything but a good way
Fear and pain divides 
Anger replaces calm
Fingers point in wrong directions
Love, uplifting, symbolic
Squashed and choked to death



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Word Prompts

Stream of Consciousness- “igh” (sigh)
Word of the Day - Frantic
FOWC - Symbolic

Hopes and Fears

blurred sea waves in rush
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Hopes and Fears

Lost in the current
of my dreams
floating in between
hopes and fears
Drifting towards that haven
between anxiety and peace
Hoping to decipher
confusing messages
laid before me
Who waves the prickly pear
in my face?
A punishment for a  wrong
I unknowingly committed?
Who are these adversaries
in my sleep?
What have I done?
Wishing to shake off the
hands that claw at me
I struggle to wake


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Lillian is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse Poets tonight

Where Do We Go From Here?

Where Do We Go From Here?

Now the love has gone 
and open wounds will not heal
Wanting to move on
but paralyzed limbs
are planted in stone
 
Neither wanting to make a decision
Who will go first
to choose freedom?
Is that what it will be? Free from each other?
Did we try hard enough, if at all?
 
Too in love to let it go
and break the tie that binds
Who is fooling who?
The love is missing
What magnetic force is in play?
 
Is it time to rip off the Band Aid
we plastered on the cuts and bruises
from angry words weaponized?
Time to stop kissing better
those things that won’t ever?
 
I will mourn each day
Because he is gone
You are now living in his body
But you are not him
You are a shadow of who he once was
 
You look like him
But you are someone else
A person I don’t know
A stranger in my midst
who sees someone else
when he looks at me
 
Where do we go from here?

 
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Seeds of Doubt – A Quadrille

Seeds of Doubt

When did he stop listening
she wondered
Once, everyone forgets
Twice, he’s losing it!
Daily, so it seems
He’s not listening at all
 
The sudden realization
something is wrong
Seeds of doubt germinate 
Taking root, spreading
Faster than ink drying 
on a divorce decree
 
 
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Merril is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets tonight.
She has prompted us with "Seed"

A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title

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Without Power

Without Power

Stars of night sky
casting light 
on my darkness
Rogue thoughts 
rush through
Unclear
Disorienting 
No longer adept 
in finding clarity
my mind encircled
by rings of luminescence
Trapped
in a vice-like squeeze
Where words
lose their form
and sound
falls into the
chasm of dissension



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Ring - Stream of Consciousness 
Rogue - Word of the Day
Luminescence - RDP
Adept - FOWC

Journey to the Unknown

Journey to the Unknown

Navigation to your mind
Ominous
Unknown
Daunting
A journey to the unknown
Where roads become
twisted veins
confusing and uncertain
Some carrying me onward
in a flowing sea of blood
pumping life to your brain
and others dragging me
down into a coagulated mire
Drowning in uncertainty
Traveling blindly
A wrong turn
dangerous
unforgiving



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Linda from Charmed Chaos is hosting
Open Link Night at D’Verse Poets

The Messenger

The Messenger

I am Mercury
but I cannot
convey
my feelings
to you
A communicator
talking to
a brick wall
I speak
and you hear
a foreign language
You are deaf
to my words
Oblivious
to my feelings
One more 
roll of your eyes
I cannot stand
When did you
stop listening?
When did you
stop remembering?
When did it
become okay
to disrespect me?
When did I become
such an irritant?
I am rendered
speechless
Frightened now
to use my words
fearing they
will be misconstrued
and weaponized
to fight against me
 
Don’t shoot the Messenger

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Grace is hosting Open Link Night
at D'Verse Poets

Unraveling

Unraveling

As I watch
my world unravel
before my eyes
I am paralyzed
unable to move
Incapable of stopping
what is already
in motion
 
How can one instant
change what is
chiseled in stone?
A look, once of love
now that of contempt
Foreign, alien
Tender words
explosive, weaponized
 
One person’s
prerogative
sabotaging
what was precious
Destroying happiness
and for what?
Sadistic pleasure
or masochism?
 
 
 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing 

Grace is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse Poets

Word Prompts:

Foreigner - Word of the Day
Explosive - RDP
Prerogative - FOWC

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Wilderness

Wilderness





I find myself longing
as we struggle
to stabilize
For those days
when there was
nothing to compromise

Going here and there
our excitement unbridled
We traveled the same road
Stumbling now and again
but always together
Carrying each other’s load

A life-changing event
so random
it was hard to believe
Neither of us
saw it coming
Difficult to conceive

Now we wander
in this wilderness
of perpetual confusion
Choosing solitude
Pushing the other away
Living life in seclusion

How do we
find our way back
to the way it was before?
Connecting with each other
is the key to opening
hearts once more


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word prompts:

Key - Stream of Consciousness
Excitement - RDP

Green Eyes

Green Eyes

I heard the silent meow 
Felt your claws in my back
Words of spite
Thinly veiled
With that grubby sack
 
Was it necessary 
To be so cruel
Not knowing me
Or ever spoken to me
as you gather your fuel
 
What do I represent
that you have this need?
To lash out with barbs
and scratch with rust
A hunger you must feed
 
Damage control
easy for me to handle
The pain is all yours
I am sorry, for you
will face the scandal
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompt:
Damage - FOWC

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