27 Sunday Jan 2019
Posted in FOWC with Fandango, Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt
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Winged ones take flight, covering the sky
Leaving behind, the homes they have built
No need to feel forlorn, for they will return
Rebuilding their nests, with love, to the hilt!
FOWC with Fandango – Forlorn
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Flight
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10 Thursday Jan 2019
Posted in FOWC with Fandango, Poetry, Word of the Day #WOTD
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When things in life get you down, often make you feel forlorn
And big decisions weigh on you, and you feel old, and worn
There is nothing more remorseful, than letting life go astray
Leave the past behind you, you’re much better off that way!
Word of the Day – Forlorn
FOWC with Fandango – Remorse
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08 Monday Jan 2018
Posted in January Writing, Poems, Poetry, The Daily Post
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#JanuaryWriting, #poetry, #TheDailyPost, death, dorindaduclos.com, forlorn, life, neglect, Night Owl Poetry, poems, rusty bearings, scattered, self-respect, writing, writing prompt
It’s all rusted now
Torn and tattered
Years of neglect
I wish I could disavow
Thoughts too scattered
Lacking self-respect
I’ve walked a fine line
Unafraid to crossover
My time, so measured
Though forlorn, I am fine
With the promise of clover
And a life, truly treasured
Writing Prompt – Rusty Bearings – Day 8/31
Daily Post: Forlorn
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10 Monday Oct 2016
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A rose reflects, time passes by
Seconds tick, with no reason why
Midnight approaches, stands still and then
Begins its same path, over again
When petals wilt, the memories, forlorn
My lonely heart bleeds, cut by a thorn
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