"bolsters" poems
Ever since you started following me I realised you are a husk of a soul.
Your mere presence is irritating.
The fact that you're being an irritation bolsters my assessment that you are actually an irritating being.
What's it like to be an irritant?
Not sure.
I know you're being a stimulant.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC
I know that that heavy burden has been clawing inside your heart,
Years has passed,
You never tell,
I never asked.
I've seen your fall from the catastrophe,
And I know your pain in immense.
But what worse it could be,
I am standing helplessly,
Feeling like a *****
But not doing anything.
I wish you'd have allowed me just for once
To enter there
Where you have suppressed your pain so hard.
Just tell me once,
how is it valid
to share the laughter aloud
but when it comes to tears,
(your tears)
You back off.
Just tell me once,
Why is it easy
to talk about all the beauty and the bounty the life has given,
to buttonhole me with all your talks,
Squabbling around the irrelevant sometimes,
But it scares you to talk about the story of your scars.
Just tell me once,
how is it fair
that my pain, my trouble, my problem becomes ours,
and yours is always yours.
Just tell me once,
why you are so hard to explore.
It's been years of our being together,
why you are always this mysterious.
Just tell me once
how is it relevant in our strong bonding of ages.
May be it's too painful to talk about,
May be it's me who isn't worthy enough,
Whatsoever it may be,
but I know you ain't much healed,
And it bothers me.
I can't assure you that unveiling your scars will heal you definitely
But the one thing I am sure of:
It feels good to be listened,
listened in enchantment.
I know it because you do the same to me
And It bolsters my strength.
Honey!
We all have our shadows
Pour it out &
Burn them down.
May be then you'll feel a little lighter.
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 5:38 AM UTC
Getting to a 4
After the dinner of rising losses,
in the bedroom, where open finds shut, shut
finds open, a sprawled business shirt crosses
the flowered spread. Its armless sleeve in the rut
between two pillow with matching bolsters.
A sole cufflink, like a dignified mourner,
ignored the calls of a telephonic pollster.
Its brother is abandoned in the corner,
by the shoe boxes arrayed in columns
of flats, high heels and sneakers for the gym;
sneakers worn down by her vow given solemnly:
“If I lose weight, I won’t mind losing him.”
In her closet, pantsuits size 8, size 6 size 4
And tiny cut-offs hanging from the door.
Marc Tretin
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
There lies night
With a cape of fear
Drowns the dreams of those
Who dare to step near.
And here lies the day
In shimmering gold
Bolsters the hope
Of the brave and bold.
But the line between
Is as solid as air,
The loss of a smile
And the will to care.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
Sedate me to the external torment each new day bolsters
Numb my emotions to the point I no longer experience
Daily struggle to submit my mind to an unconscious slumber
A greater struggle yet to awaken with intent
Finding meaning in a meaningless world
Drove me unstable many moons ago
Edging closer to my inevitable demise at my own hands
Last strands of hope fleeting, I draw my final breath
And flow away with the winds
Sep 3, 2021
Sep 3, 2021 at 1:10 PM UTC
Waking in the night
Disoriented from sudden darkness
Skin cold and wet from
The sweat on the sheet
Hopelessness sets in as
Life's cares crash into my mind
Like a crushing weight on
My shoulders
I look around and in the darkness
I hear your breathing
Softly whooshing in and out
I am comforted by your presence
My faith is restored by the fact
Of you in my life
My mind thinks of the bible verse
That says that I am the branch
And He is the vine
And I realize that the same is true
In you
Without you
I can do nothing
I turn toward you
Place my arm around your waist
You stir
And turn back to me
You turn your face to me
And your beautiful kiss on my lips
Strengthens me
Bolsters me
Fills my heart with reassurance
Shows me that your love for me
Is undying
And true
You are my rock
My foundation
My light and my joy
You are the still waters
I love to lay by
You are the shining light of the moon
In the clear night sky to light my way
You are the meaning in my life
And my love for you grows day by day
Like an Amaryllis
Whose blooms never fail but
Are constantly replaced with more
I thank the Lord
For you
Every second of every day
And I will continue to do so
For the rest of my life
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 9:18 PM UTC
Sunshine bleeds too much.
Ever stop to wonder?
To wonder how, with so little inhibition
as to the privacy of your life,
it filters in through
your bedroom shades?
To wonder how, with so little modesty,
it bolsters through your windshield
and into the very irises
that have bade it leave?
To wonder how, with so little attempt at civility
it burns?
Beauty and brightness
are not the same thing.
but happiness
can bloom
in dark places...
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
People may question the necessity of virtues,
yet they embody virility, life and beauty.
These traits aid the development of character,
while complementing the scope of Christian duty.
There’s still a time and place for everything,
and a need of their value can still be seen.
A combination of personal conduct and inner strength
bolsters us against the tedium of Life’s routines.
Qualities of Prudence, Justice, Fortitude and Temperance
combined with Faith, Hope and Charity, will assist us
in our spiritual growth and maturity for sharing…
the Brotherly Love of our beloved Christ Jesus.
Under the consistent leading of the Holy Spirit,
we may practice Courtesy, Patience and Forgiveness,
while confirming the divine principles of The Word
that should be stored within… our heart’s stillness.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Eccl 3; Psa 19:7-14; 27:1-14, 46:10; Phil 4:13;
2 Tim 3:16-17; 1 Cor 13:13; Rom 12:2
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
CALM OF EXPECTATION
This is the moment I found my self plunged in the ocean of my own soul
where i don't feel the terrifying decay of self
like a spark in the dark
that fills in the whole
that thought had lost
i felt me clearer than I ever have.
It is the moment after we fall
also
the moment after we stand
long fleeting, ever present, but often forgotten
in the light of Happiness
I realized
we ride a ship over oceans of pain
in this land
it couldn't last.
this fleeting moment of happiness
can it last?
tell me can this expectation
this love, happiness and wonder,
survive what undoubtedly approaches?
STORM
Again in a moment, I explored my soul
where the the ocean boils but stills and the cold over takes you
but also soothes you.
you forget the ocean exist
And you drink
drink it all down until it becomes a part of you
the cold of that moment
becomes your strength, it bolsters uplifts and destroys.
certainly the expectation of that moment of happiness that never came was not enough
it did not strengthen you it weakened you
it was indeed poison
indeed a habit
that cannot exist in this rage
in this sea of certain uncertainty
in this break in self judgement
lack of empathy towards ones self
and tearing and repairing of this land itself
or are we just subjects, watchers of our own soul weather?
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 10:07 AM UTC
Ourn bodies will be as railways
Gripping upward boats
A dungeon of hopeless romance
A dine of domain ghosts
A amulet she shall wear for me
Up upon moonlights hill
Well thrash around in excitement
A heat of ******** chill
She'll taketh me to heaven
Upon her forbidden craft
Wherein language we shall make
And take and make in half's
Apparitions we'll become
Disappearing in ones thoughts
Lost in divine moment
No fear or instant loss
For me to write her poems
As for her to write them back
A mansion of many kingdoms
A house full, van-gogh shack.
As she will come home late
From work she will want to sleep
I'll rest her wearied head on mine heart
And for her this soul she'll keep!!!
We shalt dandle in silk taffeta
The moirai will tuck us in
Ourn bolsters to be as children
Between ourn finite limbs
As in between ourn slumbered coma
We shalt waltz across ourn own bridge
Where the other half is there to greet us
Half is hers, half is his!!!!
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC
Honestly In all honesty
I'm torn at the seams
I was told that you fight for what you believe
The way life has been fighting me
I don't know what it means
Lately I've been tired
Mentally uninspired
Physically undesired
See I hold value in the people I know and the memories acquired
But this new breed
Has my soul out of motion
See i believed in love
When it's always left me broken
And the way you smile is like that calm of the ocean
Even beneath the current shifts and it bolsters
With the problems of everyday
The trials you continually face
I could never understand your struggle
But I see it in a way
Because this heroes story doesn't end with a happy day
It's a infinite loop
Comprised of everyday
See my mind thinks it adores you in every way
But my heart know the truth that if I love you eventually you will not stay
So I fight myself
My reflection being rebellious
If I told my form of love was a simple way of helpless
To be helpless devoted
even though my own pain goes unnoticed
Let be the nutrient and. Decay that your beautiful flower can grow in
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 10:46 PM UTC
Bow legged ******* boaters bombard a busking Baltic with berzerk bands of bonafide belligerence. Bravely he bolsters a border of boulders. "Begone brigands, before I bust your bulkheads!" Feeling browbeaten and bullied the ******** beat for a buffet. The Baltic beaming with brashness boasts of his burdensome backbone.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 1:31 AM UTC
*Losing her was hell, the fire never died out,
ages later he still battled with the flames
for she'd dug deeper than a first cut should
and deracinating her evidently left a bruise
whose healing became an immense doubt.
By one whom he supposed was a blessing he was cursed
losing her redefined him for the worst
The flames endlessly conflagrated until he got addicted
to the volcanic infernos of his unmet desire...
and with eyes that had run out of tears
as all were shed through the instantaneous years,
he endured insomniac nights, battling his demons and monsters
with melancholic songs as a source of sermons and bolsters
but when he could fight no more the darkness his mind did think
he spewed it on paper in ink, if he couldn't find a hard drink
for like his liver, his Heart had no more room for all else but pain
and as a result, he neither forgave the past nor loved again…*
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 4:28 AM UTC
Kellyanne Conjob rushed to defend
Trump's penchant for telling lies.
The repercussions of his untruths
She smilingly tried to minimize.
Her brazenly obnoxious comments
Simply add fuel to the fire
And diminish her credibility
When she bolsters the words of a liar.
Excusing impropriety
Is clearly what she's doing, and yet her
Remarks make him sound foolish when
She says he doesn't know any better.
According to Kellyanne's logic here--
And give her a D minus for trying--
Trump is not telling untruths
If he doesn't believe he is lying.
- by Bob B (7-26-17)
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC
Spots red rowan,
Wedges of trees on the edge,
The smoke of a fire, tire tracks,
Cheesecakes and pigs.
Impassable bushes,
Leaves discarded armfuls,
Birch bark curls,
Bolsters hats.
Poaching posts,
Field fences,
Wooden bridge,
Narrow glades corridors.
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 9:28 AM UTC