27 Friday Apr 2018
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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Come to me, my sweet apparition
My dream has now come to fruition
Your flame, solely, belongs to me
A spirit, a guardian, I welcome thee
Rising up from the fire, we become
One with the flame, and easily succumb
Together, we embrace the true beauty
Of the fire, the spirit, and the mighty bee
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27 Friday Apr 2018
Posted in April Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#AprilWriting, #poetry, #writingprompt, arrested, dorindaduclos.com, Night Owl Poetry, pandemonium, pilfering, poems, steal, thief, writing
An uproarious tale was once told
How she’d steal everything, made of gold
Though the goods were all fake
She would snatch and she’d take
Anything that could possibly be sold
Keeping everything, in such great disorder
They mistakenly arrested her daughter
For something she didn’t do
But took the blame, nothing new
And let Mom make a run for the border
April Writing Prompt: Pilfering pandemonium – Day 27/30
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26 Thursday Apr 2018
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, dark poetry, Poems, Poetry
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#darkpoetry, #NaPoWriMo, blame, death, dorindaduclos.com, life, National Poetry Month, Night Owl Poetry, poems, suicide, writing
I can feel the soothing drops of rain
Seeping through the pores of my skin
Washing away the hurt and pain
Cleansing my soul, from deep within
Reaching inside, I drown in my sorrow
Letting it dwell, in a pool of my blood
Wondering, will I see tomorrow?
I open my heart, to let in the flood
That swiftly carries my lifeless limbs
Down a river that has no name
Tis then I realize, my days grow dim
Once again, I’m the one who’s to blame
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26 Thursday Apr 2018
Posted in April Writing, limerick, Poems, Poetry
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#AprilWriting, #poetry, #writingprompt, dorindaduclos.com, gas, gaseous, limerick, Night Owl Poetry, poems, whimsy, writing
Poor Agnes was the laugh of her class
Twas a gaseous young thing, this poor lass
But she was quite a hoot
Every time she would toot
Sent you running from the room, en masse
April Writing Prompt: Ozone siphoning and other atmospheric disruptions – Day 26/30
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25 Wednesday Apr 2018
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, April Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#AprilWriting, #NaPoWriMo, doorway, dragons, fantasy, impossibility, iron gate, National Poetry Month, Night Owl Poetry, poems, princess, uncertainty, word prompt, writing
In front of the iron gateway
She stood, thinking about her life
She was once a princess, fair
Now a woman, filled with strife
Things were becoming impossible
With each day, she tried to decide
Should she open up the bars?
And step into the realm, on the other side?
Something told her, she’d better chance it
Dare not leave a dragon, waiting for his bride
One last glance, then through the doorway
Uncertainty leaving her, by the wayside
April Writing Prompt: The Doorway to Impossibility – Day 25/30
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