08 Thursday Nov 2018
Posted in Cinquain, FOWC with Fandango, Poetry
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A trace
Now forgotten
Simple memories lost
The pieces of a broken mind
Missing
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27 Tuesday Mar 2018
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#poetry, dorindaduclos.com, ebony, forgotten, ivory, lyrics, memories, Night Owl Poetry, poems, songs, tune, writing
The melody in her head, ever so clear
Memories, of him, she once held dear
Musical pieces, her heart, so shattered
Lyrics of love, now torn up and tattered
He left her with nothing, but ivory keys
Her soul filled with nothing, but ebony
Out of tune songs, that play in her head
The words; he’d forgotten, he ever said
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31 Wednesday Jan 2018
Posted in January Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#JanuaryWriting, #poetry, death, dorindaduclos.com, forgotten, Night Owl Poetry, poems, time, world, writing, writing prompt
There was a time
Before time existed
When the world
Found love, instead
Of moments, twisted
There was a time
Before time slipped by
Carelessly, forgotten
Trying to stop it
Turning back, but why?
There was a time
Before the end of time
Where humans cried
As the planet lay wasted
Such a terrible crime…
Writing Prompt – Time Before Time – Day 31/31! Another month down! Looking forward to M’s prompts for February! ❤
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01 Friday Dec 2017
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#poetry, changing seasons, cold, dorindaduclos.com, fear, forgotten, homeless, life, Night Owl Poetry, poems, street life, writing
The rustle of dried up leaves
No welcome sound to ancient ears
Another season comes to an end
Autumn’s gone, as winter nears
How he hates the cold, dark days
When the wind whips through his bones
How he longs for summertime
When warmth is offered, as his home
Cardboard walls, no privacy
Kicked about by strangers feet
Unaware, that he lives there
To them it’s just another street
On days where he can stand the cold
He sits, bundled in a threadbare coat
Hoping they’ll notice how hungry he is
Carefully reading his scribbled note
Most will only smile, in dismay
Not really knowing what they fear
And he sits on the sidewalk, outside his box
As his darkness draws another tear
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12 Thursday Oct 2017
Posted in October Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#OctoberWriting, #poetry, dorindaduclos.com, forgotten, haiku, music, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sound, spell, strife, vacant stare, writing
Music held her in a spell
A sound that brought to life
Forgotten times, of yesterday
Her life, now filled with strife
Each note became her solace
As she played to her despair
For no one knew what she hid
Behind her vacant stare
Writing Prompt: Vacant Stare – Day 12/31
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