15 Thursday Apr 2021
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge, Haiku, Poetry
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Colleen’s challenge this week is synonyms only. The words are Search and Lost. I chose Chase & Hidden.
Crepuscular rays
Though hidden by evening clouds
Chase away darkness
#Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 221 #SynonymsOnly
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26 Monday Oct 2020
Posted in free verse, Poetry
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#poetry, days, dorindaduclos.com, life, lost, Night Owl Poetry, poems, thoughts, time, writing
Seven days, I blinked
They disappeared
Like the mist of morn
In the cool of autumn
Time collapsed, elapsed
Why is it I missed it?
Was there something,
Something I needed to do?
Forgotten, buried deep
In the folds of my thoughts
Blanked out by the night
As I drift, awake
Falling, into the abyss
Perhaps, perchance
To find what it was
That lingered within
Then suddenly left
Never to return…
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27 Saturday Jul 2019
Posted in dark poetry, Poetry
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#poetry, dark, depression, dorindaduclos.com, lost, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sadness, writing
I know not where it is, I should turn
As thoughts inside, begin to churn
An acid, meant to truly burn
A helpless moment, of which I yearn
*
To cast away, the thoughtless words
From a hateful voice, it’s so absurd
To know that I’m not really heard
My patience, buried, now interred
*
Into hopelessness, I need to fight
To end this horrid, dreadful plight
That I endure, both day and night
For where there seems, no end in sight
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24 Sunday Feb 2019
Posted in February Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#FebruaryWriting, #poetry, dorindaduclos.com, expectations, forgetful, helpless, hippo, hippopotamus, lost, Night Owl Poetry, poems, writing, writing prompt
Oh, hi there, I wasn’t expecting you
Please excuse me, if you don’t mind
I made my over here, for what, no clue
But, it’s something I hope I can find
Lately, I’m lost, don’t know what to do
I wonder if you’d help me, in kind
Find the thing, blocked from my view
Especially, if I try looking behind
I think I’ve gotten myself into a stew
If I don’t find it soon, I’ll be in a bind
What’s that you say, just buy it new?
Great idea, ah, at last, I can unwind…
…Now, what was it I was looking for?
February Writing Prompts – Hippopotamus expectations – Day 24/28
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20 Wednesday Feb 2019
Posted in free verse, Poems, Poetry
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#freeverse, #poetry, depression, dorindaduclos.com, essence, life, lost, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sadness, self-doubt, soul, writing
Wasted
The hours in a day
Doing nothing
Wallowing
In empty air
And blank spaces
The mind
Reeling
In no specific direction
Slamming
Into a brick wall
But no damage
Except to the soul
Damaged
Torn apart
Ripped
From its very essence
Mangled, as if
It had been ravaged
By a predator
But that predator
Only lives within me
The walls
I have built myself
Keep me
Safely guarded, away
From the vicious
And yet
I want to explode
To let it out
Still
No one will hear
No one will care
No one
Even notices
How lost
Inside myself
I am
No one
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