Hopeless

Decaying scent to what has died,
The smell of salt within our tears…

Full Hold, a poem written by Brad Osborne at Spillwords.com

Spillwords.com presents: Full Hold, a poem written by Brad Osborne

Tuesday Tidbits #36

A pool of poignant and powerful prayers for prose.

Good Steel

Steel glows a cherried red glare,
Smith tosses sparks blow freed…

Little Moments

The scandalous rum,
melts with setting sun…

A Narrow Path

Fate hangs in azure strung long,
A narrow and harrowed path…

Whittled Words – Byr A Thoddaid Poem

If you couldn’t tell from the name, the byr a thoddaid is a Welsh form (like the gwawdodyn). And true to most Welsh forms, it is a good challenge.

Where Love Blooms

The antiquity of binary thought,
Love bound to gender and the hate it brought…

War

Since the dawn of time we have fought,
Millions of lives have been paid, nothing bought…

Tuesday Tidbits #35

A well of wispy words and wishes for writers.

Flannel with Faith

Embracing imperfection with faith, flannel, & fresh air

JaZzArt en València

Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

D.C. Gilbert

Award-winning Author, Veteran

Rum and Robots

We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive

I didn't have my glasses on....

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Perception

A journey into the labyrinth of my sceptical mind.

Pete Springer

Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author