21 Sunday Jan 2018
Posted in free verse, Poems, Poetry
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#freeverse, #poetry, beauty, change, dorindaduclos.com, dreams, gypsy, leaves, moments, nature, Night Owl Poetry, poems, seasons, welcoming, writing
She stands among the fallen leaves
Her gypsy soul envelops them
Awaiting the moment, where
She can become one with them
Deep in thought, her dreams, surpassed
She clings to them, for comfort
Knowing soon, as the seasons change
The trees will surely welcome them
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13 Saturday Jan 2018
Posted in free verse, Poems, Poetry, The Daily Post
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#freeverse, #poetry, #TheDailyPost, dorindaduclos.com, Night Owl Poetry, noise, poems, static, thoughts, verse, word prompt
Unspoken words
Rubbed against pages
In our minds, caught
In a void of noise, reaching
Out of bounds, trying
To find the release
Of electrifying verse
The Daily Post: Static
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11 Thursday Jan 2018
Posted in free verse, Love, Poetry
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#freeverse, #poetry, dorindaduclos.com, Heartbeats, love, lovers, Night Owl Poetry, poems, soul, writing
I rest my head, gently, upon your chest
And let your heart envelop my soul
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09 Tuesday Jan 2018
Posted in free verse, Poems, Poetry
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#freeverse, #poetry, death, depression, dorindaduclos.com, life, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sadness, self-hate, Upside Down, whirlwind, writing
The days are upside down
A whirlwind of unknowns
Each morning, I face them
A mirror image of who I am
But where do I need to be?
I overlook the important
To dwell in the mundane
Endlessly searching for me
Wondering where I went
Yet, never finding myself
It’s a brutal pattern
A continuous thread
Unraveling, dangling
With no scissors in sight
To cut away the fray
Until it is too late
Everything I have done
Denigrated, criticized
Until the attacks cease
Forever brought to an end
Authors Note: Just letting you know I am fine. My poetry, lately, has been reflective of those who are not fine. I am merely a voice for those who cannot speak…
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31 Sunday Dec 2017
Posted in December Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#DecemberWriting, #freeverse, #poetry, bitter, bones, dorindaduclos.com, fireplace, Night Owl Poetry, poems, warm, Winter, writing, writing prompt
Bitter is this winter day
The winds cut through my skin
These old bones begin to shake
I can feel the cold within
Chattering, my teeth
As they play a musical tune
“Summertime” I hear them say
And it can’t come too soon
Age has taken hold of me
I like the cold no more
So I’ll curl up by the fireplace
Let it warm me to the core
Writing Prompt – Bitter Bones – Day 31/31 ~ And this completes Michelle’s writing prompts for December. Bring on the New Year!
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