It’s Halloween! – #poetry of the #spirits
31 Sunday Oct 2021
Tag Archives: ghosts
Halloween Fright – #poetry #reblog
25 Monday Oct 2021
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#poetry, dorindaduclos.com, ghosts, ghouls, goblin, Halloween, Night Owl Poetry, poems, witch, writing
Feeling a bit under the weather so this is one from 2014. Hope you enjoy. 😊
Blackness fills the sky once bright
Witches, Goblins, Ghosts aflight
Soaring, Shrieking, Spectral Beings
Chasing after Unearthly Dreams
On haunted faces – #haiku #poetry
23 Saturday Oct 2021
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It’s Halloween – #poetry #spirits
31 Thursday Oct 2019
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#HappyHalloween, #poetry, dorindaduclos.com, fantasy, ghosts, Halloween, lurking, night, Night Owl Poetry, poems, screams, specters, spirits, Trick or Treat
Walls that slant in faded light
Specter’s roam about the night
Shadows stand in open doors
Footsteps creak across the floors
Thinking this is just a dream
Things just aren’t what they seem
Figures lurk about your home
Now you see you’re not alone
Taunting you until you scream
Trick or treat, it’s Halloween!
HAPPY HALLOWEEN! BE SAFE!
©2015 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Friday Fantasy ~ She’ll Never Know – #NaPoWriMo #poetry
05 Friday Apr 2019
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Friday Fantasy, Poetry
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#NaPoWriMo, #poetry, April 2019, dorindaduclos.com, fantasy, footsteps, Friday Fantasy, ghosts, lights, National Poetry Month, Night Owl Poetry, playful, poems, spirit, writing
Each night, as she approached the stairs
He would appear, but was not really there
Unsure, if it was simply her imagination
Wondering, if it was merely her own creation
Never could she find him, he was hidden well
Still, he held her, completely, under his spell
Spindles on the staircase, illuminated glow
Shadows in the hallway, dancing to and fro
Footsteps creaking, across the floor of tiles
They seemed to keep walking on, for miles
No matter where she turned, she was alone
The only sound around, a low, guttural groan
Twas the shimmer of a light, quite an eerie thing
Laughter at the doorway, made the doorbell ring
Why is it, he would toy with her, and scare her so?
Why was she chosen, perhaps, she’ll never know
©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 