16 Thursday Aug 2018
Posted in free verse, Poetry
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#poetry, clouds, darkness, dorindaduclos.com, moon, night, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sky, storm, Venus, writing
You disappeared, out of sight
Swallowed by the darkened sky
A sliver, you couldn’t hold your ground
Even Venus, with her brilliance
Was no match for the storm
On this clouded summer night
Author’s Note: I was able to catch a glimpse of the young moon and Venus, until the storm clouds took over, and they disappeared into the night.
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16 Thursday Aug 2018
Posted in August Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#AugustWriting, #poetry, dense, dorindaduclos.com, fog, Night Owl Poetry, poems, secret, speculations, trouble, writing, writing prompt
I couldn’t help but wonder
What lies beneath the fog
So tightly packed together
Right through it, I would slog
Making my way across it
Not knowing what’s hidden below
But that would just be stupid
Still, I’d really like to know
Perchance, what’s underneath
Is a secret, and I should wait
Or maybe there is nothing
Perhaps, I shouldn’t speculate
This usually causes trouble
Lord knows, that’s not what I need
But, maybe, just a little peek?
Seems it’s me who’s dense, indeed!
August Writing Prompt – Dense speculations – Day 16/31
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15 Wednesday Aug 2018
Posted in August Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#AugustWriting, #poetry, bird, cantankerous, cutie, dorindaduclos.com, grouchy, grumpy, Night Owl Poetry, ostrich, poems, writing, writing prompt
As an ostrich, I roam around this place
Struck behind fences, not enough space
Come on, look at this adorable face!
Actually this is all quite unplanned
I really don’t have much of a choice
It’s not like I have a good singing voice
In fact, there is no reason for me to rejoice!
So you see, sometimes life’s not so grand
I always look like something is wrong
How would you feel, if your neck was this long?
No, I’m not a giraffe, and I have no birdsong
I make noises that sound rather bland
Don’t get too close, I’ll peck at your head
Instill a sense of fear, and some dread
Go look at the others, over there, instead
I’m really more than you can withstand
Just leave me alone, let me wallow away
The hours I spend, upright, every day
I really don’t care, what it is that you say
I’ll just stick my head, here, in the sand
August Writing Prompt – Cantankerous Cuties – Day 15/31
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14 Tuesday Aug 2018
Posted in Poems, Poetry, Romantic Tuesday
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#poetry, #RomanticTuesday, death, dorindaduclos.com, forest, glen, hideaway, life, love, lovers, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sacred place, sadness, sun, writing
Daydreaming, thoughts, only of you
While sunlight comes, streaming through
The trees in the glen, where I hide away
And sit here, just wishing, for yesterday
This was our place, to make memories last
Now, it’s my place, of memories, past
I come here to listen, be one with the breeze
Sadness has claimed me, as time didn’t freeze
The moments we had, they’re no longer here
But you’ll stay in my heart, always, my dear
So, I’ll let the sun shine, let it warm my face
As I quietly sit, in this now sacred place
Because, I know, one day, together we’ll be
Until then, I’ll be waiting, right here, for thee
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14 Tuesday Aug 2018
Posted in Haiku, Poems, Poetry, Ronovan writes
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#poetry, #RonovanWrites, dorindaduclos.com, flowers, fool, grow, haiku, lack, nature, poems, poetry challenge, rain, sunlight, writing
Only fools believe
When the Earth lacks sunlight’s gleam
Nothing ever grows
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #214 Lack&Fool
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