06 Tuesday Aug 2019
Posted in Haiku, Poetry, Ronovan writes
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Apples, sweetly plump
Give way to an autumn feast
With luscious cider
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #265 Plump & Luscious
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05 Monday Aug 2019
Posted in August Writing, dark poetry, Poetry
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Cluttered, empty spaces, found, but left unkempt
Emotion thrown, strewn about, in moral contempt
Answers, unquestioned, doubt exuded, within
Why on Earth am I? And where shall I begin?
To put the broken pieces, puzzled, back together
No help, those, who only dwell in fairest weather
White clouds follow, over me, pours down the rain
Why is it, no matter what, praise becomes disdain?
Received, but never sent, animosity finds its space
However small, to penetrate, a sacred inner place
To smash the dreams, so broken, and overrun
Now I see where I am. And why I have begun.
August Writing Prompts – Finders keepers
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02 Friday Aug 2019
Posted in August Writing, Poetry
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Haphazardly strung
A twisted barb penetrates
Unraveling threads
Inside, the core of despair
Tis humanity’s weakness
August Writing Prompts – Unraveled steel threads
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01 Thursday Aug 2019
Posted in Poetry
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#poetry, death, dorindaduclos.com, eternal sleep, Heaven, light, Night Owl Poetry, poems, soul, writing
Antiseptic, the smell of death
Lingering, acrid fumes invade
Thoughts, no longer the calm
Of a life, no longer vibrant
Bells, alarms, invading silence
Nighttime falls, eternal sleep
The room, stifling with stale air
Yet, a subtle breeze blows
As curtains hang, world-weary
Watching a soul fly, into the light….
Author’s note: This poem came to me while I was in the hospital twice over the weekend. I hope I don’t return anytime soon…
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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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