Vacant eyes stare unfocused
The body slouches over
Exhausted from the trials of life
Weary from the constant motion
Inside a heart aches
from the pain of being
Bleeding love that
will never be returned
Sleep comes easily
Whenever and wherever
Grateful to be taken away
to another dimension
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Sanaa is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse
My sadness consuming We are so completely broken The pieces of us now in a thousand shards scattered, carried by the wind Crawling and crying Scratched and bloodied I recover what I can and reassemble the fragments Knowing the damage is irreparable Still I have to do something Isn’t that what I am supposed to do? Take the blame and repair the wreckage Isn’t that what I always do? Impossible to find all the pieces of a dysfunctional union I am left holding a misshapen, toxic mess that will never function properly again The realization is overwhelming and I know I am obligated to accept the inevitable My heart breaks even more but now I accept it is done Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Ingrid is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse. D'Verse Poets will be taking a Midsummer break until July 11th.
Broken like the wing of an injured bird Broken is the silence of words never heard Broken like branches of a tree slowly bent and withered Crippled by the performance You so cruelly delivered Feeling shattered and broken in a thousand parts It is the sliver of glass that is optimism in my heart A heart left in pieces after you rendered your speech You have exited my world and you are now out of reach I struggle to sweep away the fragments of a dream Scattered in explosion A world of hope to redeem Broken is my spirit at the end of this line Broken is this heart You took what was mine Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Sanaa is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse Poets tonight. I wrote this poem about four years ago.
A familiar song The scent of a summer flower Forgotten photographs falling from a book The broken plate glued lovingly back together Emotions long buried rising to the surface once more The pang of regret still stabs a lonely heart How did it go so wrong? Remorse came too late to mend the broken fences of protected love A mistake A misunderstanding Decisions made in anger with righteous indignation Unnecessary and unforgiving An explosion of emotions culminated in a solitary life with no one to accept an apology Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healingy All Rights Reserved Word Prompts Plate - RDP Nobody/No one - FOWC How - Stream of Consciousness
Hope for new beginnings remains a debt unpaid by Spring. Summer left it’s promissory note for new growth and abundance While Autumn failed to harvest the wishes and dreams left in barren, hardened earth And when winter came sadness fell as love lay dying Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Lisa from Tao Talk is hosting Monday Quadrille at D’Verse Poets and she bas promoted us with the word ’Season’ A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title.
My thoughts erratic scattered like dead leaves In a barren field Flying every which way Undisciplined and confusing My head spins As it tries to remember Everything that needs to be done Not only for you but for me too Intimidating and daunting My identity lost Drowned in your pool of needs and wants Your incapacities Demanding and exhausting My sanity teeters On the edge of unreason Your only responses indifferent and perfunctory Dismaying and disheartening My energy level low When did I become invisible? A means only to your end Being your caregiver Debilitating and demoralizing Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Word Prompts My - Stream of Consciousness Discipline - Word of the Day Scattered- RDP Field - FOWC
Our music plays I hear it, always But it falls on your deaf ears You no longer smile remembering where it once took you Now you march to a different tune and I stand here wondering Is this the end of our love song? Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Lisa from Tao Talk is hosting D'Verse Poets Quadrille She has prompted us with the word 'Stand' A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title Image by Martyn Cook from Pixabay
Wind in the Sierras blowing tumbleweed across barren, dry landscape Gone are the heady moments from the previous night with men all named John Insidious pleasures and steamy dalliances A day in the life of a girl known as Desert Rose Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Prompts Stream of Consciousness - The last photo you took - mine is one of my plants, The Desert Rose which is blooming right now. It’s name inspired my poem. RDP - Tumble FOWC - Insidious Word of the Day - Dalliance
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Standing in silver light of consumed moon Staring out to sea Hair, raven black Lifted by the wind Palmed rose, thorny Color of blood Clutched tightly to a heaving breast as tears flowed Skulls of saints calling to lost souls in watery graves Where pearls from tissue calcify in salty sea Lured by songs of sailors lost Blood trickles from royal flesh taken by waves Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
