Category: Life

Truth

Truth

You were
my king
my idol
I worshipped you
each day
bringing you
gifts of fruit
and flowers
touched by sunshine
kissed with tears
and made
with my love
 
You feasted
on my bounty
and reclined in
the warmth
of my passion
Enjoying
the relief of my
rescue
I filled the
emptiness
in your dark heart
and became
your doormat
 
Fact
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

King - Word of the Day
Relief - RDP
Fact - FOWC

Image by Kris Åsard from Pixabay 
   

OCD

OCD

Obsessive I know I am
Compulsive, perhaps
I happen to give a damn
as things might collapse
 
Order is important to me
so I can maintain control
All where it’s supposed to be
then its perfection I can extoll 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Laura is hosting Poetics tonight at D'Verse
and shared with us some beautiful poems by
Eliabeth Jennings who has a very clear and
direct style of writing.  So Laura has prompted
us with the word "Order" to be used as a noun.

Image by Erro Fleck from Pixabay 

The First Step

The First Step

The road is long
and not for the
faint-hearted
It will bend and twist
uphill and down
Unforgiving
and full of
pot holes
There is no choice
on this journey
of life
You will stumble
and fall
and at times
you will reach
a crossroads
where sometimes
you will stay
in neutral
Unsure
and unknowing
You will take
the wrong path
without question
but you will learn
from the mistake
and carry on
to the next junction
With experience
you will choose wisely
There are no shortcuts
on this road
called life
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 
 
 In response to Sue Vincent's Write/Photo

Bad Apple

Bad Apple

My instincts
screamed at me
but I chose
not to listen
You,
opinionated
and arrogant 
Rubbing me
the wrong way
but charming
and smooth
with an 
engaging
charm
I turned a blind eye 
Telling myself 
the positives 
outweighed
the negatives
But a bad apple
poisons the barrel
and we died
a slow and painful
death
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Anmol, alias HA, is hosting D'Verse Poets
tonight and has prompted us with writing
about an apple.

Word Prompt
Smooth - RDP

Image by Bill Kasman from Pixabay 

Bayou

Bayou

A full moon
glints through
Swamp Willow
and a reticent
breeze
whispers
its secrets
only to the night

Burning sun
concedes to
a heavy, hanging,
suffocating
atmosphere
as the 
cricket chorus
begins

Beaded sweat
gathers quickly
on weary foreheads
and fans rotate
stagnant air
in wretched rooms
Relief
Impossible
Elusive

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Quickly - Word TheDay
Impossible - FOWC

Photo by Mathieu Cheze on Unsplash

He Says, She Says

He Says, She Says

Swollen eyes
and mascara streaks
I’m all cried out 
Feeling I haven’t 
slept in weeks
 
Fighting it
but justifying it
Trying to make sense
Why, oh why can’t 
I just quit?
 
Incompetent in love
Not accepting reality
Questioning my judgement
Imprudent actions
Tripping staggeringly
 
Stubborn and hard-headed
Was that me or you?
It only takes one
to cave and then
we can make it through
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Incompetent - RDP
(Im)Prudent - FOWC

Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay 

Black is Black

Black is Black

Awakened by thunder on a grey and dreary morning
I wished for a blackness to consume me
For today there would be no sun with the dawning
Another day questioning why this had to be
 
In the depths of my soul there is a bleakness
Where I can often choose to stay and hide 
The thrill of the anguish suffered in its starkness
Excites me, as would a masochist, going to the dark side
 
I punish myself for the blackness of my heart
For I have caused pain to those who loved me
There is no shade of grey on this color chart
In my jaded life only black, as black as black could be
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Anmol (alias HA) is hosting D'Verse Poets
tonight and has prompted us with the word 'Black'

Word of the Day - Jaded

Image by engin akyurt from Pixabay 

Dark Secrets

Dark Secrets

Secrets living in dark crevices
Brooding and festering
Prisoners in body cells
Bound and restrained
Slaves to censoring

Silence starving the light
Mute and depressed
Something dying inside
Draining the life from
A voice repressed



Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©


Prompts


OctPoWriMo - Secrets
RDP - Light

First Date

First Date

Feeling jittery and excited
In my stomach
there were butterflies
You will be here soon
I imagine how it might be
and allow myself to fantasize
 
It is seven o’ clock
and then seven thirty
another 30 minutes go by
Waiting by the window
Anticipating your arrival
and then I begin to cry
 
Where are you?
Did I get the time wrong
You said you would come
My first real date
Your word is broken
Leaving me quite numb
 
I cannot comprehend
why you are not here
so I go to your house
I will make you tell me
why I have been stood up
Be accountable, you louse!
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

First disappointment - OctPoWriMo
Jittery - Word of the Day
Broken - RDP

Image by Jerzy Górecki from Pixabay 

Drowning Girl – Pop Art

Drowning Girl

Cry me a river, he said
cold and cruel
words laced with sarcasm
playing me for a fool
 
Driving away
and leaving me alone
my tears fell in puddles
in this place unknown
 
The water rising quickly
and on a current so strong
I am carried away
I did nothing wrong
 
I don’t care
I'd rather sink
than call Brad for help
What do you think?

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Victoria is today’s host of dVerse Poets.
She has prompted us with Pop Art, asking
us to choose an iconic piece and write a
poem about it. I chose "Drowning Girl"
by Roy Lichtenstein.

Considered a cornerstone of Lichtenstein’s
work, Drowning Girl is sometimes also
referred to as ‘I Don’t Care! I’d Rather Sink’.
The printing method and the use of speech
balloon to convey thoughts give the painting
an appearance of a comic book page.
The heroine appears a victim of an unhappy
love affair who would rather drown than
ask for her lover’s help.

	    
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