Category: Sonnets

Thanks For Nothing – A Sonnet

Thanks For Nothing

You didn’t just cause her pain
You hurt me in the process
You vowed to love each other
But you chose to digress

She suffered the pain you delivered
With her head held high
Always aware of her dignity
Ignoring your every lie

I was the fall-out of the war
You two battled every day
Truce was not in your vocabulary
Because you both wanted to slay
This child of yours cruelly cast off
Unable to penetrate your standoff
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

National Poetry Writing Month
Day 4 - April 4th

Todays Prompt from NaPoWriMo

Today, we’d like to challenge you to write your own sad poem,
but one that, like Teicher’s, achieves sadness through simplicity.
Playing with the sonnet form may help you – its very compactness
can compel you to be straightforward, using plain, small words.

Word Prompt - Cast Off

He Says, She Says – A Sonnet

He Says, She Says – A Sonnet

’Tis the shard of glass you wield
That will slice into my dignity
Cutting me where flesh does not yield
Whenever you have the opportunity
I may have wronged you in the past
But sir, it was not intentional
Onerous aspersions I did not cast
Although my actions unconventional 
I provided you with an inch of suggestion
And you expropriated a mile of my generosity
A proposal in the form of a rhetorical question
Does not qualify you for any reciprocity
I say I love you, you say you love me more
We do not agree, and so we argue until evermore
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to D'Verse Poets Meeting at the Bar
Enjambment in Sonnets, Hosted by Jilly

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Loving Cup

Loving Cup – Sonnet

Come drink from my silver cup of love
and taste the nectar of the gods
Listen to the coo of the mourning dove
Perched on the bough defying the odds
'The wine will relax your tenseness'
Said he assuredly to the young maiden
She turned, aware of his immenseness
His weight the look of the heavily laden
She accepted the drink with pleasure
As he guided her to the place under the tree
She noticed in her cup the very large measure 
'Why sir', she said, 'is all of this for me?'
'Please my dear, drink it down it will help you'
As he purposely plied her with Satan’s brew 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to:
DVerse Poets Meeting at the Bar hosted by Bjorn
Tonight Bjorn is hosting and has challenged us to
write a Sonnet.  This is my first attempt at the form. I chose
a Shakespearean sonnet which has a rhyme scheme in
three quartets followed by a couplet (containing the volta) as follows. 

Ending with the Concluding couplet

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