Battle weary and scarred Yet neither side retreats Surrender off the table Warring sides of lovers Ugly and vicious Fighting for life For dignity For children For peace that never comes because there is no winner in a conflict of emotions Lawyers will ultimately award the prize of lost dreams Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Bjorn is hosting D'Verse Poets Pub tonight and has prompted us with 'War" Image by Iván Tamás from Pixabay
Your blackness sullies my clear mind My whiteness dilutes your darkness to a neutral grey Clinging to a colorless world that has become the oxygen we breathe into this dysfunctional codependency An anemic sadness void of pigment Trust severed like an amputated albinistic limb Limping through an achromatic existence Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © Reena's Exploration Challenge #147 - Colorless World Trust - Word of the Day Promote Monday Go Dog Go Cafe Image by Saurabh G from Pixabay
The life and soul of everyone’s space Invaded Mr. Party Man Center of Attention full of swagger You hear him before you see him because he likes the hush All eyes to be on him and all ears tuned You laugh and giggle You are captivated and he invites you into his world and you feel chosen But you are destined to be his straight man Overshadowed and unseen The butt of his jokes You will be used as his prop and he gets the laugh at your expense The same stories repeated over and over Same you Different audience It will become contentious Because you are no one’s fool let alone this jester Sucking the life from you to fuel his ego Show’s over Curtain down Next! Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © Lillian is hosting D'Verse Poets Open Link Night Word Prompts: Jester - Word of the Day Contentious - FOWC
Driving me to insanity on your magical mystery tour The time has come to stop the madness and check out Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © in response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge - Cryptic poetry Stream of Conciousness - Check Word of the Day - Driving RDP - Magical
Opinions are worth what you have paid for them Absolutely nothing They are for the sheer delight of the giver The all-knowing If I were you crowd who really want to control you confuse you tease you and keep you under their thumb Wading through their swamp of I know what’s good for you persuasions and ironing out the creases of their misguided logic you make it to the other side None the wiser for their unwanted gifts and decide to ignore it all Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © Word Prompts Opinion - Word of the Day Tease - RDP Iron - FOWC Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay
Power plays
between us
entertaining
We would go
head to head
but you could never
intimidate me
I am always
comfortable in
my own skin
and you forget
I am your equal
You do not own me
and you will never
break my spirit
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay
De Jackson (alias Whimsy Gizmo) is
hosting D'Verse Poets Monday Quadrille.
A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words,
excluding the tittle. He has prompted
us wit the word "Spirit"
Survival is an instinct
Born of necessity
Protected
at all costs
as you would a child
and like your spirit
it can never be taken
from you
It is all you have when
times are dire
Your resourcefulness
when you are without
Your resilience
when you are knocked down
It lives and breathes
within you
It is always present
yet hangs in your shadows
until you call upon it
and give it life
Your will to survive
paramount
Your kiss of life
Your oxygen
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Gospel Isosceles is hosting D'Verse Poets
and has prompted us with the Birth/Born
Image by LoggaWiggler from Pixabay
I am exhausted
Weary of you now
I need to breathe
Somewhere else
Where you are not
spewing your toxicity
My head needs calm
and my heart, peace
There is neither
Where you are
I need to find
that safe place
To switch off from you
This time forever
So I do not have to
Listen to your
false accusations
To justify your wrongs
Leave, go, get out
were your commands
I heard, I did, I went
Yet you are still unhappy
Your words still come
Hurtful, cruel, indelible
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Image by Jose Antonio Alba from Pixabay
A realization dawns
The stark reality that
I am merely a possession
A purchased accessory
a commodity, and reminding me
has become your obsession
Speechless I retreat
Wounded by your words
so blatantly delivered
Lacking kindness,
Cruel and meant to sting
Inwardly I shivered
As you threaten my livelihood
I consider the repercussions
You will offer no act of contrition
But continue to wield your power
Indignation unfaltering
You have exercised your volition
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts
Kindness - WotD
Repercussions - FOWC
Go Dog Go Cafe - The Handmaid's Tale
Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay
Papa why?
Why did you marry mama
and not stay true?
Your fighting
scarred me
for life and
distorted my view
'Please tell mama this'
and her reply would be
'Please tell papa that'
I was good for
both of you
Used as a conduit
for your ugly chat
You, my hero
would get the moon
for me
That was your promise
But you forgot that
when you chose
to be free
So in this, my life
that you never knew
I hitched to many a wagon
My choices calculated
They were replicas of you
I’d flow from one to another
and each time I’d slay the dragon
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts
Flow - RDP
Dragon - WotD
Go Dog Go Cafe - Please Papa Get Me The Moon
Go Dog Go Cafe - Promote Yourself Monday
Photo - Pixabay Image