Category: Hope

Found

Found

Another Thursday rolls around
and she walks to the village green
slowly
 
She will stand by the old oak tree
Sure that today he will be there
waiting
 
This her new weekly ritual
A pilgrimage to her lost love
Longing
 
Two years had passed since he left her
to fight in an overseas war
Hoopla
 
He was a marine proud and true
and a hero in her young eyes
Glory
 
Missing in action they told her
Sorry but we cannot do more
Useless
 
She refused to give up her hope
Although everyone would rib her
Kindly
 
As always her heart did a skip
But today he was standing there 
Oorah!
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Longing

Rib

Hoopla

Saturday Luck Dip Prompt from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie
“Synchronicity” (The state or fact of being synchronous or
simultaneous; synchronism. Coincidence of events that seem
to be meaningfully related.). This form consists of eight three-line
stanzas in a syllable pattern of 8/8/2. This poetry type has no rhyme
and is written in the first person with a twist. The twist is to be
revealed within the last two stanzas. Created by Debra Gundy.


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Dance with Me

Dance With Me

Dance with me
to music only I can hear
hold me tight
so I have no fear
Dance with me
by the sea shore
wait and listen
for the waves' roar

Dance with me
on the cliff’s edge
Staring down
from the rocky ledge
Dance with me
in the silvery moonlight
That I may look at you
past the stroke of midnight
 
Dance with me
and turnover your heart
I am your muse
We must never part
Dance with me
around this world
It is now the time
for wings to be unfurled
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

World

Wait

Turnover

National Poetry Writing Month
#NaPoWriMo - Day 15 - April 15
Today's prompt was optional

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Dreaming

Dreaming

The rain pounding
on the windows
like stones
being thrown
The branches
shook hard
and the leaves
were all blown
 
Cold and miserable
was the common
feeling of 
every day
Longing for sunshine
beaches and
swaying palms
a beach and a bay
 
Gazing into wishes
Staring out the dream
Holding desires
close to the chest
A future coming
Into focus
Escaping the misery
has become the quest
 
A wish soon
to be realized
Just a matter of
when and where
Is a gift to self
a selfish gift?
Does it really matter
and who would care?
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts:

National Poetry Writing Month
Sunday, April 7 - Day 

Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem of gifts
and joy. What would you give yourself, if you could have
anything? What would you give someone else?

Word Prompts:

Gaze

Chest

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Seeds

Seeds

In the forest
of petrified trees
where there is not
even a leaflet
to be found
There, lives hope
 
Under the earth
the seeds
of sentiment
struggle to germinate
So they may
walk life’s tightrope
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Hope

Leaflet

Petrified

Sentiment

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Offering

Offering

The forecast is bright
with no chance of showers
The sun shines
and birds sing
My world full of flowers
 
A spring in my step
and a steady gait
As I walk towards you
well prepared 
and accepting of my fate
 
Determined to win you back
in this arena of possibility
My confidence level high
With balance of mind
Convinced of the feasibility
 
A heady combination
Of love and adoration
I bring you my heart
as my humble offering
and wait in anticipation
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Combine

Forecast

Arena

Balance

Determined

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Wishing and Hoping

Wishing and Hoping


Dare I dream
that one day I will be
playing on the beach
down by the sea
making sandcastles
catching fish
collecting shells
making a wish
 
Living in snow
more than half a year 
heavy clothes
and winter gear
sunshine hidden
for most of the time
frozen world
it seems like a crime
 
I wish and hope
and want to be
warm and happy
under a palm tree
goodbye cold and snow
Please set me free
so I may live
down by the sea
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Hélène Vaillant's Was Do You See Prompt

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Watershed Moment

Watershed Moment

Wearing his anger
Drinking his madness
Slowly drowning
Clawing for breath
Disappearing into blackness
 
Baptism by fire
He had drawn her into his trap
Willingly she had gone
High on the ride
Then it hit her like a thunderclap 
 
Her life blood slowly drained
by his negativity
Escape was out of her grasp 
Until that watershed moment
When she saw possibility
 
Retrieving her life
Piece by piece
Taking a different path
No longer his concubine
It was her only release
 
She shed the last remnants
of the painful memory 
This one final action
Leaving her cleansed and shaken
Her spirit no longer in jeopardy
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to D'Verse Poets Prompt - Using 'Shed' as a noun and a verb

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White Lies

White Lies

This Christmas will be white
But not with virgin snow
The tree is bedecked with tinsel
But it twinkles minus the glow
The festivities a non-event
The food just a necessity
The only present to unwrap
Was the gift of a penalty
Without someone to love
The holiday holds no appeal
A person alone can be
Regarded as a fifth wheel
Composing yourself for
The inevitable questions
Answering with white lies
Avoiding unwanted suggestions
Eventually it will be over
and be gone for another year
Next time it might be different
Perhaps I could disappear 


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

This poem is for anyone who might be spending Christmas alone.
My heart is with you ❤️

Word Prompts:

White

Tinsel

Bedeck

Compose

Festive

 

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Magic

Magic


As the winter solstice
Comes around once more
The season of illusion
Comes knocking at our door

For those children
Who still believe
That many gifts
They will receive

From the mystical man
Riding a sleigh in the sky
Pulled by reindeer and
No one ever sees them fly

The magic of Christmas
And stories from the past
Will live on for infinity
Until the very last

To those who are in need
And all the others in between
Bringing hope and wishes
Who would ever dare intervene

Merry Christmas


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Solstice

Infinity

Intervene

Believe



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In Denial

In Denial

 
I am living in denial
An island in a sea of fear
Immune from pain
Where no one can hear
the voices always in my head
Sometimes wishing 
for a different feeling
and one not of dread
 
Too frightened to face
what I perceive as inevitable
What we once had
is now possibly irrevocable
How I wish to go back
to the state of happiness
When you loved me
and wrapped me in tenderness
 
For now I will remain
Neither here nor there
Persistent in this haven 
Out of the cruel glare
Praying for an outcome
That I can withstand
To return to you or
forever be in the hinterland
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Wish

Persist

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