30 Thursday Aug 2018
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#poetry, beauty, blossoms, dorindaduclos.com, ginger hair, hidden, Night Owl Poetry, poems, unseen, wind, writing
She hides away, in blossoms white
Her ginger hair, with wind, takes flight
Yet, there is one thing that gives her away
The light that shines throughout the day
Else she is invisible, for she does not want
To make it known, her beauty, flaunt
So she keeps hidden, in leaves of green
In hopes that she remains unseen
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10 Saturday Mar 2018
Posted in March Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#MarchWriting, #poetry, blue eyes, dorindaduclos.com, eyes, hidden, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sadness, writing, writing prompt
Eyes, like the heavens, powdered blue
Sadness, crept its way into
Lips, as pale as palest pink
I watched, but ne’er did she blink
Her beauty, was so well concealed
Hidden, yet, it was revealed
Behind the mask, a haunted being
Wide eyed, she remained unseeing
March Writing Prompt: Powdered Blue – Day 10/31
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02 Friday Feb 2018
Posted in February Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#FebruaryWriting, #poetry, book, dorindaduclos.com, fantasy, hidden, imagination, niche, Night Owl Poetry, nook, peace, poems, quiet, reading, writing prompt
I have found the most perfect place
Where no one will find me, not even a trace
Hidden, secluded in the corner, you see
My own little niche, yes, that’s where I’ll be
Just enough light, from the window, at day
Just enough darkness, to keep others away
Lost in the quiet, I’ll peacefully sit
All alone, by myself, I won’t care a bit
Leave me my imagination, and let me read
A book of full of stories, it’s all I’ll ever need
February Writing Prompt: Niches and Nooks – Day 2/28
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02 Tuesday Jan 2018
Posted in January Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#JanuaryWriting, #poetry, Chartreuse, dorindaduclos.com, hidden, monk, Night Owl Poetry, poems, secrets, writing, writing prompt
Ready to brave the lighted hall
He is cloaked in the darkest robe
Secretly hiding the treasure he holds
Carefully clutching, the tiny glass globe
Shimmering liquid, the color of green
Reflects off the tiles, straight ahead
Hoping he makes it past, this way
He fears now, where he must tread
Getting caught would be his undoing
They’d surely give him the noose
Footsteps echo, seems he’s been caught
All for the taste of Chartreuse
Writing Prompt – Shimmers of Chartreuse – Day 1/31 (took yesterday off so playing catch up)
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13 Friday Oct 2017
Posted in Poems, Poetry, The Daily Post
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#poetry, cloaked, dorindaduclos.com, fence, hate, hidden, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sad, The Daily Post, War, writing
She hides behind the fence posts
Where no one sees her there
Cloaked by wooden slats and nails
She stays hidden from the glare
Of hatred thrown about her
Lives taken, for mere display
She no longer wants to live
In a land that prays this way
Someday she’ll find the courage
To walk away from all this hate
But for now, she stays behind the fence
For now, she has to wait
Daily Post – Cloaked
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