The range of emotions
Disturbing and alarming
Unforeseen
Out of the blue
Possibly harming
Feelings cut deep
A woeful heart bleeding
Vagrant feelings
Homeless
and needing
A future in suspension
Spirit crying for healing
An empty shell
Cast aside
Forever haunting
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Haunting
Vagrant
Woe
Range
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The ice in your heart will not melt
Even in a springtime thawing
Nor will the wall around you fall
Unless you stop withdrawing
In-between the bricks and mortar
I search for the invisible gap
Hoping I might find a way in
But I fear that you will entrap
You are a pillar of stone
That will never crack
Cold, hard, impenetrable
All I want is to have you back
Playing your unfair game
of three strikes and you’re out
Punishing and cruel
You are a brute and a lout
Banished from your world
Never more can I enter
You have chosen to be
The ultimate tormentor
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Thawing
Three
Wall
Gap
Covered in cotton candy
A sticky web of remnants
of your constant vitriol
and a lifetime of resentments
I have become a victim
The lethargy of my depression
Slowly descending, delivering me
Into your aggression
Unable to heal your inner child
Only you can avenge your misery
Take responsibility for that which you
Put out in the world, causing injury
Uneasy in your presence
Fearful of your lashing fury
No more free passes
You must be your own jury
Hopeful for a path to take you away
From your addiction to your past
Uncomprehending the damage
You have done, leaving me aghast
Cruelly and constantly raking me
Over the emotional coals
Manipulating and threatening
Until you take my soul
Your mea culpa always too late
Empty words, save your breath
Delivering too many sucker punches
It has become a living death
Space between us can stop the wheel
There is no mystery to solve
Oil on the fire continues to inflame
We must begin to disinvolve
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Hopeful
Mystery
Deliver
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Today my heart is heavy
Carrying the burden of you
Your pursuit of winning
no matter the cost
Leaving me not knowing what to do
You have sacrificed us
with no thought of consequence
Manipulating the truth
In glory of your own ego
To the point of dominance
The self-indulgent splurge
on your version of the facts
Leaving me shocked
from my senses
Like a blow from an axe
Since the inception of us
I knew the monster was there
A damaged soul
needing comfort
and round the clock care
Living in an alternate reality
Where enemies are everywhere
A dystopian society
Confusing the innocent
With those who don’t care
Pouring dirt on the pristine
love that we had
You have sullied
something beautiful
I’m left wounded and sad
At the point of no return
We are at an impasse
Like dogs chasing their tails
Going forever in circles
This time we will not surpass
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Dirt
Inception
Pursuit
Splurge
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When did you stop caring
Wondering how your actions
and all the distractions
would ultimately affect me
So caught up in your own drama
Impossible to see another’s pain
Blinded by your own disdain
This is not how it should be
Putting my feelings in boxes
As if that’s where they belong
Expecting me to play along
Yet you threw away the key
You have become a caricature
An ugly distorted likeness
Our relationship is now in crisis
Your indulgence being free
You have become such a fool
Creating a tradition
and showing no contrition
There will be no more you and me
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Boxing
Caricature
Tradition
Indulgence
The Weeping Willow’s tears
Poured into the rippling water
Until the swollen river crested
So full with her grief
Swallowing deeply, ingesting her pain
Until she no longer protested
She came often to share her thoughts
This time she brought her anguish
It was as if her heart infested
The Willow absorbed her cries
The deep sobs of the wounded
It was there for whatever she requested
The river flowed over her feet
Washing away her heartache
Encouraging her to stay until she was rested
As the Willow tree and river soothed her
The sun shone its light on her sadness
Until her fresh thoughts were manifested
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompt:
Ripple
At that one fatuous moment
There was an eruption
Of your putrescent anger
Spewing the carnage
An obvious disruption
No one saw it coming
Silence was broken
By the obnoxious sound
Even the dead
It would have woken
A hush fell over the room
As mouths gaped wide
You could see minds turning
In unison wondering
Where on earth could one hide
You in your way embarrassed
The target of your outburst
Reduced to a heap
Of hurt on the floor
Crying like a cloudburst
At times such as this
When you fall from grace
Are you escorted from the room
Without causing more harm
Or simply put in your place
A gentleman would not behave
In a manner of dereliction
Should someone call you
On your unacceptable actions
Be prepared for your eviction
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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Please do not stand on ceremony
I just want to curl up and hide
No desire to see anyone today
My brain has been fried
This was a day
That should have been pure leisure
A time to connect and participate
In each other’s pleasure
Instead we pummeled and punched
and rained on our own parade
Fighting, hurting and causing pain
Replaying the same old charade
Exhausted and spent
We go our separate ways
To heal and recover
And come back another day
Caught in the same trap
Of risk and reward
Kiss and make up
Add points on the scoreboard
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
The plastic smile
will do for today
No one will notice
I need to defray
I am gagged
from speaking
it is my choice
to stop the shrieking
A tumultuous few days
just starting to heal
then you pick up again
and I start to reel
I need silence
and a time to think
or else my heart
will surely sink
Into oblivion
Where I will stay
drowning in the flood
of your verbal fray
Until that moment
of exquisite madness
when I will surely die
of this terminal sadness
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
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I wasn’t ready for what happened
Blindsided by your volcanic eruption
Spewing your discontent
Leaving me without an option
Again, I missed the trigger
You pulled it when I was unaware
I tried to salvage to no avail
Leaving the evening in disrepair
In a restaurant of all places
With family and friends present
Why did you come with such attitude?
Making the evening unpleasant
I should have known better
I fell into the same trap
My eyes out on the horizon
While my life turns to crap
I can only imagine
what everyone was thinking
He is such a piece of work
It’s no wonder she’s drinking
My dinner I cannot now digest
Feeling sick on the inside
This will escalate at home
and I can no longer abide
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness – Digest
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