09 Friday Nov 2018
Posted in November Writing, Poetry
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#NovemberWriting, #poetry, altar, captivating, confines, dorindaduclos.com, fantasy, Friday Fantasy, Night Owl Poetry, spirits, writing
An
Altar
Mystical
Powers lie here
Guarding, stone idols
Sit, surrounding spirits
In captivating confines
Foot soldiers to the mighty gods
Once men, now lost in a purple haze
Where no one can cast the spell of rebirth
November Writing Prompt – Captivating confines – Day 9/30
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08 Thursday Nov 2018
Posted in November Writing, Poetry
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She never allowed them to see her face
Kept it hidden, and well undercover
Came to be known, all about town
As the notorious lipstick lover
Every night, around the same time
She would head out, on the prowl
Searched for the perfect specimen
Out all evening, this little night owl
She wouldn’t stop, until he was found
And when he was, he was in for a thrill
She’d don her face with lipstick, laced
The kiss of death, was her favorite kill
November Writing Prompt – Lipstick lover – Day 8/30
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07 Wednesday Nov 2018
Posted in November Writing, Poetry
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#NovemberWriting, #poetry, abyss, darkness, dorindaduclos.com, dream, dreams, illusion, night, Night Owl Poetry, prank, sky, writing
In the midnight sky,
On a bridge that goes nowhere
A light cast its singular glow
And I followed its radiant glare
There, at the end of the platform
A tunnel did appear
In a heart shaped pattern
Against the darkness, ever clear
No matter how hard I tried
I couldn’t see beyond
I called out, into the blue abyss
But no one did respond
As I got closer to the end
Of the narrow wooden planks
I realized what was calling me
Was simply just a prank
Into the ebony sky, I fell
Nobody heard my screams
I am forever lost, inside
This horrid dream of dreams
November Writing Prompt – The dream of all dreams – Day 7/30
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06 Tuesday Nov 2018
Posted in free verse, November Writing, Poetry
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#freeverse, #NovemberWriting, #poetry, depression, dorindaduclos.com, life, Night Owl Poetry, pages, parasols, petals, Pieces, suicide, writing
She let her memories escape, yesterday’s dreams
Broken pieces of her life, scattered, tattered
Pressed between the pages, sheltered only
By the pale ivory lace, of a faded parasol
This, her only regret, leaving this treasure
Far behind, knowing, it was the last connection
To a life, she no longer cherished, wilted petals
Pressed between pages, the broken pieces of her life
November Writing Prompt – Petals and parasols – Day 6/30
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05 Monday Nov 2018
Posted in November Writing, Poetry
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#darkpoetry, #NovemberWriting, #poetry, darkness, denial, dorindaduclos.com, light, night, Night Owl Poetry, writing
I’ve never denied the power of my darkness
Tis a place I find myself lost in, quite often
This place where evil thoughts permeate air
Unsettling, the words of love, do not soften
I’ve never denied the power of my darkness
The depths in which I throw about these fits
There is no caution to the wind, no stop sign
I just continue to lash out, as my time permits
I’ve never denied the power of my darkness
Though at times, I wish to only see the light
That weaves its way through the gaping holes
Left here, in this place, for me, by the night
November Writing Prompt – A Day of Denial – Day 5/30
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