30 Tuesday Oct 2018
Posted in Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt
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#poetry, #RagtagDailyPrompt, #RDP, dead, death, dorindaduclos.com, flight, leaves, nature, Night Owl Poetry, poems, snow, spirits, writing
Why must winter bring death
With its pristine coat of white
Spirits, cloaked in angel dust
Are grounded from their flight
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30 Tuesday Oct 2018
Posted in Etheree, Poetry, What Do You See?
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#poetry, #whatdoyousee, beauty, domain, dorindaduclos.com, grace, mermaid, Night Owl Poetry, ocean, poems, queen, realm, rocks, sea, writing
The lovely Helene of Willow Poetry has challenged us with “What do you See?”. You may write a poem, haiku, tanka or short story that represents what you see or feel within you. More info can be found in the link below.
A
Sentry
Vigilant
Over oceans
The guard of her realm
Her beauty marks the shore
Nothing comes close to her grace
As she sits, perched upon the rocks
While the mighty sea below her, bows
Knowing she is the queen of her domain
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30 Tuesday Oct 2018
Posted in Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge, Poems, Poetry, Tanka
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#poetry, afraid, catacombs, Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge, dorindaduclos.com, frightened, grave, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry challenge, Tanka, writing
Colleen has given us the words Afraid and Grave for this week’s challenge. Remember, you can only use synonyms to write your poetry! I used Catacombs and Frightened. 🙂
Buried deep in earth
Lie the catacombs of death
Apprehension dwells
Dare I seek absolution
Or be frightened evermore
Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge
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30 Tuesday Oct 2018
Posted in October Writing, OctPoWriMo, Poetry
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#OctoberWriting, #poetry, chains, clink, death, demons, dorindaduclos.com, edge, hell, links, Night Owl Poetry, OctPoWriMo, poems, saboteur, writing
She was dressed in a flowing gown of white, but there was nothing chaste about her; chained, her hands, to links of gold, she is the devil’s own, his saboteur. Fires blazed from her wings, as demons came to seek; the ones who dared to get too close, are made weaklings, ever meek. Her bindings, wrapped around a pole, each with a trio of skulls; snakes and scorpions at her feet, she’d been rejected, a mere cull. She would not settle for second best, she vowed to prove them wrong; unleashing her quite evil wrest, defeated those, so strong. For the skulls that clung so near her, fastened to the wooden pole; are the heads of those who cast her out, twas where she drowned them, in the shoal. So if at night, you hear a sound, a terrifying clink; take shelter far away from here, she’s found release, from the edge of the link.
October Writing Prompt – At the Brink of the Link – Day 30/31
OctPoWriMo
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29 Monday Oct 2018
Posted in Poems, Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt
To glance outside a window
And watch the moon glide by
Is quite sublime a feeling
Followed only by a wistful sigh.
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